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I am just getting to my new duty station, and it is night time. The receptionist hands me a key, and I head towards where I am supposed to be going. After walking down a long dark hallway and making a right, I find my room. When I open the door, I see B, and two other guys. They start talking crap and one guy holds me down, and one of them grabs a scalpel. He slowly carves into my right bicep about a centimeter deep and about three centimeters long. The pain is agonizing, and it feels like my arm is on fire. The guy scoops a portion of my tissue out, and feeds it to the other guy. Then he tells B to eat some as well. He was reluctant to do so, but eventually he did. He finally eats a piece himself, and they go about it doing it again. This time he makes B eat two pieces, and he does not eat one himself. They finally let me go, and I walked out of the room. I saw my brother, and I started to tell him about what happened. I told him that they were lucky that I did not have my gun on me because I would have killed all of them.