You're not given much of an explanation, but after seeing a (literally) huge celebrity handle and inspect you like an ornament then getting stuffed back into the dark gift box you came in, it's pretty clear that you're not going home any time soon. In the pitch black box you feel vertigo, while outside the sounds of people and traffic tell you that you're being hastily transported to a new location. While parts of the kidnapping return to your hazy mind and the you remember the brief image you caught of your prison's exterior -- clearly a gift box -- your memory gives you grim expectations of your future.
You're a gift for someone, that's clear. Shrunk to doll-size, your humanity dismissed, you're being delivered as a gift to someone you've most likely never met.
When the voices outside come to a murmur and disappear, there's the sound of a door shutting and then total silence. Light. Blinding light, everywhere. And then a giant, famous face.
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