You're grabbed, and a meaty hand covers your entire face. You feel yourself being carried away swiftly. * Miya bites his hand. Like it makes a difference. You're briefly set down, and then a claw is placed against your throat. It's remarkably sharp; even eithout applying any pressure that you can notice, you feel that your skin has been broken. The same voice that called over the phone whispers menacingly into your ear; "I'd be real still an' quiet if I were you, girlie." * Miya stays silent, her face still. She tries to trace the path she must have taken in her mind. (Do I manage to do it?) Yes. He's taken you to the living room. After you're quiet a few seconds, he says "Good girl" and takes off again. You feel yourself carried up two flights of stairs, down a hallway, and then up another stairway that you realize leads to the attic. From here, some other door or window is opened; you feel the wind and rain on your face, and you realize that he's taking you to the roof. * Miya shivers a little, involuntarily. "Sorry if you're cold," says the man in an unapologetic tone. You feel him walking up the roof, to the flat area on top. Thunder splits the sky, so bright you can see it around the edges of his hands. * Miya , amazingly, doesn't scream. "Now, I don't care if you're psychic, shoot laser beams, or any of that. You try anything other'n breathin' or swallowin', an you loose about two inches of your carotid artery. Got it?" * Miya nods ever-so-slightly, but otherwise doesn't do or say a thing.