Misha crept through the trees without sound. She was just about leap into a tree when something hit her shoulder, exploding on contact. She was surrounded in a smokey haze and she took half a breath before she realized what it was, but it was too late. She began to giggle and everything felt funny. It was too hard to think. She sat on the ground, but it sent weird sensations through her. Her body felt unnaturally hot.
A man came out of no where and picked her up. She couldn't resist. Every movement she made was psychedelic. She could feel him touching her in place now and then but her hand didn't respond right. When he threw her down she saw her father's face. "Hi, Daddy. You aren't going to hit me are you," she laughed.
"No, much worse." He clamped silver manacles on her arms and watched as she writhed and scrreamed. He looked out over the people daring them, when he saw an unfamiliar face.
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