You yelped as you felt something wrap around your wrist and tug - hard. The force yanked you backwards, stumbling along, before dragging you into what seemed to be open air. The wrapping sensation continued up your arms until they were bound fast behind your back, and you hung limply from what you later learned was a telephone pole. Glancing up, your eyes met the stern, red gaze of someone perched across from you, burning into your soul.

“I don’t appreciate being strung along.”