Jeannie was soon pushed into a small room with only a table and chair to sit. Both the things had been attached to the ground so that they may not be used as weapons and the room had three walls and one two way glass. Shaking her head at this 'interrogation' room, Jeannie sat down on the hard chair and waited for the King to come and begin his torture.
She had long guessed what he wanted and she would use that need of his to get to him. Now all she could do was wait.
A few hours later, in the middle of the night probably, Jeannie was woken with a jerk as the microphone in the small room suddenly let out a loud screeching sound. Opening her eyes, she rubbed her forehead and glared at the black mirror claiming," Childish."
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