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I calm down after feels like forever, still wheezing and giggling and snickering. "Jesus.." One of them mumbles, tightening his grip on my ankles. I lift up my head blindly, giggling again. "What? Think I'm insane? Oh, it's hilarious to see people's reactions. Take this bag off my head so I can see your face" I grin, though they can't see it.

"This guy has lost it" Another says, scoffing. "Oh honey, I lost it a long time ago. I'm not scared of you and trust me bitch, I'm loyal. I ain't gonna me useful, just another mouth to feed. Shoot me, please! You won't get a word out of me" I jeer, snickering away. I sigh happily, slumping. "So! Where you taking me?"

"He talks too much" The American one grumbles, kicking my shoulder. "Oh, that isn't nice" I giggle, wiggling a little until I'm comfortable. "Anyways, you never answered my question" I hum, licking my lips. "Are we allowed to knock him out?" One of the Irish ones asks. "No, Cartoonz said no" The other replies. "Looks like your stuck with me!" I smirk, squirming a little. The van stops. "Boooo"

"Oh thank god" One murmurs, lifting me up bridal style. "Oh, romantic~" I purr, promptly being dropped. My shoulders and the back of my head hurts, but it doesn't really register. "Awww" I giggle a little, lifted by my knees and armpits by two separate people this time. "Y'know, the longer you keep me, the more insane I'll get! If you don't like me now, you won't like me never"

I'm carried along, hearing people whisper and doors open. "You got the wrong maan, you got the wrong maan, you got the wrong man!" I cheer, giggling when the whispers get louder. "Shut. Up." One of the men carrying me snarls, but I'm not phased. "I mean, my technique is if I annoy you enough, you'll either let go of me or shoot me!" I reason, licking my lips again. "Anyone got some chapstick?"

I'm finally put down, tied up to something new. "Kinky~" I snicker, curling my knees to my chest. The door opens again and the two men get called out, leaving me to sit alone in the room I've been put in. I test out the strength of my bonds, these are some good zip ties. I feel around, coming to the conclusion I've been strapped to a metal pole, a pipe maybe.

The door opens again and I giggle, leaning back calmly. "Gonna take this bag off my head. I like to look my victims in the eye" I grin, a hand pushing back my head and untying the bag without a word. "Goddamn, you're all so rough here" I snicker, humming happily when the bag is yanked off of my head.

Luke is smirking down at me with bright eyes, arms crossed over his chest before he throws the bag at my chest. "Let's talk" He says, looking me up and down again. I feel that shiver down my spine but surpress it, letting a grin slide onto my face, over the scared features. I raise an eyebrow "Nice weather we're having, huh?"