You sit there in the cage for what seems like hours. The cold metal floor against your bottom. You are well-trained for this type of boredom: something common for captured spies. It would likely make a normal man anxious, but for you, you collect your thoughts. You don't see an end in sight from being this girl's pet.
Eventually she comes in humming to herself. She came in with a slight skip, her hands encasing something in a fist.
"There's my newest little guy," she cooed. "You had a very good day today. Look what I found for you as a reward!"
She opened the cage door with her one hand, and with her other showed you what she had been holding. What was it?
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