Car Crash Mentality

Well, when I say "it" and "she" hit me, I mean to say:

First, she hit me. A sharp, sudden, quick and painful punch in my face. (I distinctly remember the feeling of her skinny knuckles ramming against my skull - bone against bone. And although I don't remember hearing it, I'm sure there must have been a loud _CRACK!_ as our skeletons clacked together.)

And secondly..._it_ hit me.

Not a sudden epiphany, or realisation, or idea, or something metaphorical like that. (God, I _wish_ it had've been metaphorical - it would've been a lot less painful...)

No, when I say _it_ hit me, I mean a massive goddamn 4x4 hit me dead on at 50 mph.

And suffice it to say:

IT. *HURT*...

...

...

...but only for a moment.

A moment later, I found myself pain-free, seated comfortably, and...

Tied up.

_Shit_, I thought.

But it wasn't a thought, because the word echoed throughout the room.

Yet I hadn't opened my mouth.

I couldn't.

It was sealed shut.

And then I realised:

I was in the Anonymous Cinema...with the Girl...