Return of the Trumpwife

Taken II

Jeananne awoke surrounded by darkness. Her eyes were blindfolded, her hands were bound behind her back, and her legs were tied up. A motor roared beneath her, resulting in her conclusion that she was in a vehicle.
          "What the fuck?" she said, when the vehicle came to an abrupt halt, tossing her like a heap.
          "Ow!" Barron grunted.
          "Barron!?" Jeananne said with a relieved laugh.
          "I'm not talking to you," said Barron.
          Jeananne sighed. "Barron, please; your father and I didn't mean to--"
           "I don't want to hear it," Barron interjected.

The motor stopped and the driver and passenger doors opened and slammed shut, rocking the vehicle in a violent jerk. The captives heard hurried footsteps on a gravelly surface outside. The back doors of the vehicle opened up.

Moments later, the young woman and her stepson were tied to chairs, back-to-back. Their blindfolds were removed, and they observed the darkened room in which they were being held in; the only luminescence being that of a hanging lamp which emitted a subtle buzz.
          "What the hell!?" Jean said.

Secret Service agents in black suits and black ties and several figures donning black cloaks emerged from the darkness.
          "Behold, the false Trumpwife," a female voice projected. Jeananne and Barron looked to a figure in a white cloak. The agents and the black cloaks pointed at Jean and Barron.
          "What? I am the Trumpwife!" Jeananne protested, wriggling in her binds.
          "No," the white-cloaked female said, "you are a false Trumpwife who only married Donald J. Trump to obtain a part of his wealth and nothing more."
          "Wrong," replied Jeananne. "I'm the Trumpwife who fate called on to destroy Hillary Clinton's supporters. There are hundreds of them still roaming the streets of the country, and they all have chips in their brains that are causing them to be violent."
          "Lies."
          "No, it's true!" Jean retorted. "George Soros built chips that Hillary ordered to be put in the brains of her supporters so she could control them. She wasn't likable enough, so it was her only chance. Well, only I have the power to destroy the chips, which are still active in her remaining supporters. My job isn't through yet, and even if you were the next Trumpwife, Donald would have sensed it."
The white-cloaked woman sighed. "I do not have powers, no," she admitted.
          "Well, half of what it takes to be a Trumpwife is possessing a power, bitch," Jeananne said. "Who's the fake Trumpwife now?"
          "It's no matter. I can easily take your power."