THOR-oughly

I wake up to find myself in a forest, tied to a wooden chair. I struggle to get out. Then, ahead of me approaches a figure. In the gleam of the moonlight, it is clear that he is holding a knife.

He was holding the knife tightly pointing at me, I was paralyzed with fear even though I was tied to that wooden chair, I tried to scream or ask for help but nobody could hear me

"No one can save you," he sneered. "Even if they could, it's not like anyone would want to. Not after what you've done."

"Is it really so wrong, though? All I said was that most of the Marvel movies bore me." A woman overhearing this gasps, a waiter drops his tray, a small child bursts into tears. In the distance, sirens erupt. "It's just my opinion..." I say sheepishly.

The next thing I hear before everything goes black is the piercing of a plate glass window. When I come to Thor is lifting me up by my shirt collar. “Still feel the same way?” he asks eyeing my soiled slacks. “No sir,” I responded. “I enjoy Marvel movies THOR-oughly.”