Guilty Until Proven Innocent
As she blinked, red dots splattered across her vision from the interrogator's lights. Jyla kept her hands clasped to her sides. Her interrogator faced the steel wall. Jyla chewed on her bottom lip and watched him, waiting for him to move, listening for his breathing; waiting for any sign of her interrogator's humanity.
"Where were you first taken?" he asked a voice like snake.
"Borderlands," Jyla responded immediately. Her instruments were destroyed when her aircraft ignited, so she had no way of giving more details. Her interrogator did not turn to face her. Instead, he stood in motionless silence. It made her skin crawl.
"Where."
"My instruments were destroyed in the fire that took my Mosquito."
"Where are the ruins of the aircraft."
"I told you, Sir, I don't know exact coordinates."
Her interrogator stepped forward and placed a white gloved hand against the wall. The outline of a door carved itself in the metal. "That is not good enough," he told her, and exited.
Even after he left, Jylouna did not move. She knew the walls were mirrors, and people were watching in. She suspected that the King's Men thought that she had betrayed the King and given her aircraft to rebels hiding in the forest. And even though she knew these allegations were false, she had no way to prove it.
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Author's Note:
Seeing an upcoming deadline, I've switched from working on 'Tweens to editing chapter four of Fate. The character here, Jylouna (Jie-L'ow-Nuh) is the character whose voice I speak in for that chapter, but she is also my most difficult character to write. I've been having difficulty getting back into her head. Please let me know if this is flat or feels forced.
Much love,
Amber
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