Box knife

Date: 8/26/2021

Me and my partner, along with a group were I think visiting another country, or at least a small town far from home. We were riding in the car having a nice time, when we decided to stop somewhere. As we were sitting on something waiting for whatever reason, a man came up to us. We tried to talk to him a bit, but he wasn't fluent in English or french. After a while of making friendly conversation, all of a sudden his whole group comes out. Some had guns or knifes to threaten us into place. At one point the main dude shoves me to my knees, pulls out a box knife and started cutting my back with it, slowly. Most of my group started protesting, but couldn't do anything. He made several cuts along the shoulder blade going down. It hurt. Anyway, theres a gap in my memory, but we got away. As we were chilling in this giant house at night, I saw my partner go into the large bathroom outside (think summer camp type thing). I followed him inside and saw he was tending to some wounds he got over most of his torso. I then looked at my now scab ridden back in the giant mirror, and walked over to him. Thinking about it, I never saw the men harm him, so I ask "how did this happen?" I can't remember his exact words, but he suggested his father did this, claiming he gets mad. My reaction is pretty strong to that, and I carefully hug him. He said something along the lines of "he just gets like that sometimes, and so do I" For a while I just deny it and continue to embrace him, but he insisted he did. I woke up soon after.