PUPPET "Jenlisa"

.The Palace.

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Third person pov.

Jennie's palace loomed in the distance as they got off from the private jet. Lisa, still processing the intensity of the journey so far, followed Jennie with a mix of fear and curiosity.

The grand entrance was adorned with intricate carvings and imposing double doors that swung open with a deliberate creak as they approached.

The air inside was laden with a heady mix of luxury and validity .

Kim's palace seemed like a whole world unto itself, detached from the realities of the outside world.

As they traversed ornate hallways and majestic corridors, Lisa couldn't help but marvel at the extravagance that surrounded her.

Priceless art adorned the walls, and the subtle scent of exotic flowers permeated the air. It was a sensory overload, a totally different view of Lisa's previous life.

Jennie told another woman to lead Lisa to a lavishly furnished room, the sheer greatness of which left her momentarily breathless. Plush fabrics, gleaming surfaces, and a sprawling bed dominated the space.

The room seemed to worship whoever slept there.

"Make yourself comfortable, miss Lisa," the woman in suit instructed, her tone filled with invitation. "You're here as madam Kim's guest, and you shall be treated as one."

With those words, the woman left the room, the heavy door closing behind her. Alone in the luxurious bedroom, Lisa grappled with the magnitude of her decision.

The contract, the private jet, and now this extravagant palace-it was a surreal progression into a world she had never fathomed.

The stillness of the midnight air hung heavy in the room as Lisa was awakened by an unsettling sensation, the feeling of being watched.

Her first night in this unfamiliar place had already left her restless, and now the sense of a presence sent shivers down her spine.

In the darkness, a shadowy figure moved, making its way towards her.

Lisa, her throat, dry from a fitful attempt at sleep, couldn't help but clear it in a feeble attempt to break the tense silence. " Ahmmm."

A voice, elegant and chilling, cut through the darkness, revealing the unexpected visitor." No need to be afraid, little raven. It's only me," Jennie's voice resonated, possessing an answer that did little to comfort Lisa.

The realization that Jennie had chosen this late hour to pay her a visit sent a chill down Lisa's spine.

"I didn't get to accompany you, so I thought to pay a visit," Jennie explained, her words floating in the air with an unsettling calmness.

Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, alone in the presence of this capable woman.

"Couldn't it wait until morning?" Lisa replied, her attempt at composure betraying a hint of panic.

Jennie approached, and her movements vanished in the dimly lit room.

"What went through that brain of yours that you are being snide with me so bravely?"

Jennie's voice, laced with a subtle smirk. Lisa's attempt at sarcasm seemed to have invited a response she didn't think of.

Lisa felt a sudden pull, as if the shadows themselves conspired to bring her into the orbit of this imposing figure. In a swift motion, Jennie pulled her up from the bed, holding her firmly.

Lisa, now caught in a more vulnerable position, could sense the gravity of the situation.

"Lucky, lucky bird, do not try my kindness too far or you'll be caged," Jennie's words, delivered with calmness.