A potpourri of emotions burst open in Canada's chest. She was angry at the Bald Man, who'd disrupted her fast food chi and later rendered her unconscious with very little provocation. The escalation from light cussing to physical violence was unwarranted. He stood in front of her now, with that stupid grin, while she was anchored to the ground by a ball and chain.
She was tired, she was scared, she was confused, not to mention intrigued, it wasn't every day that she managed to get herself kidnapped. This was the most excitement she'd seen outside the confines of your typical bombastic mass media escapism. But this was real life. What a stupid thought (she thought); she should be terrified out of her brains.
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