Well, it's not like you can escape anyway!

You struggle in vain to break free, but the ropes hold you tight. Natasha inches closer and closer until you can feel the feather upon your helpless sole. Surprisingly, it doesn't tickle much. Natasha sees this, and throws away the feather.

"Okay then, let's see what else we got." The Russian woman digs into her purse for something, and you can see all sorts of whatchamacallits. Shells, forks, fake nails, and other strange items are buried within. Finally, Natasha pulls out a plastic knife.

'Brilliant,' you think to yourself. 'Now what?'

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