It all seems to be happening in a blur, a haze.
The woman being pulled into the car, the struggle for control of the vehicle, and finally the engine turning on as if foretelling what was about to happen next.
Arriving next to the wheel Marilyn lounges for the tire, hoping to carve it and render it useless and in doing so foiling the kidnapping attempt.
Armed with nothing more than a broken bottle she strikes again.
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