This is short but for good reason. The next one will be explosive.

Day 1 and the silence was deafening but she didn't mind. However, her bladder on the other hand needed to be resolved. She needed to pee. After waking up from her sleep, she didn't know how long she had been in the room. They had kept her in the same position.

"Hello." she said as her voice cracked.

Nothing.

"Hello!" she cleared her throat and waited again.

"I have to pee." she said out loud, hoping they would answer. But nothing.

Suddenly she heard a footstep. Someone was coming.

The door had swung open and saw Theodore, no- Harry.

"You called?"

"Yeah, I gotta pee."

"Ain't that a shame!"

A pause.

"So, you're not going to let me use the bathroom?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't. You have horrible manners!"

"May I please use the bathroom," she paused, "Sir."

"I'd love to but I don't even know your real name." causally responding, as if they were best of friends.

"Oh," she paused a she nodded, "So that's how it's going be?" mumbling to herself.

"So, what do they call-"

"How's your cleaning staff?" she bellowed out.

"Excuse me?" Harry was not expecting this question.

"I said, how is your cleaning staff?" making an emphasis on cleaning.
"Are you more concerned about how well our cleaning staff is then why you're in the chair?"

"Yes, I wanted to ask because I'm considering pissing on this chair right now. I'll get shocked. Thus causing my death. Are they good at picking up bodies?"

"You've got to be out of your mind."

"I've always been in my mind. But my bladder has a mind of it's own-"

Harry yelled, "Guards!"

Morgan: 1 Harry: 0

A moment of bliss when she stood up and was escorted to the bathroom. Then it went away as fast as it came when they sat her back down on the chair and handcuffed her, again. Back to square one. Again, the silence was her best friend and this was going to be uncomfortable. How long would she last?

There was no way to determine the time, but she knew that her body was aching for some sleep. It had been hours and no one checked in on her. Still, she waited and so did they.

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Day 2 was a little more kinder, they released her to use the bathroom and they left a cup of water on the table, with no straw. How kind of them, she thought as she looked at the cup. They were going to make her suffer, in the kindest way.

She had managed to drink some water after she used the bathroom but it was minimal after they pushed her pulled her out. Her lips were parched and her body was starving. Still she waited and waited but not in silence, she started to assess her situation by talking to herself.

Merlin did not leave the room, he watched her. The mumbling coming from Morgan was being recorded, listening for any keywords or clues. However, it was nothing of personal nor was she begging for freedoms, she was talking in coding. Merlin found that she was talking nonsense and knew he needed to find another way to break her. It was almost obsessive from the outside looking in. Galahad felt that if he left Merlin alone, he would take matters into his own hands and she would shut down. Thus, back to square one.

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Day 3 they placed food on the table. Oh joy, a sandwich! Which they were kind enough to take her out of the handcuffs so she could eat. But she did not reach for it nor did she touch it. Eating was the least of her worries, because there was a great deal of pain and just standing up was a challenge. She was sure she popped a rib, though it was not the first time, the pain was radiating to her lungs. It wasn't right.

Merlin and Galahad took notice that she did not eat or drink. Nor did she talk to anyone that entered the room. Again, she continued to mumble codings and Merlin started to pay attention. Listening to the recordings he started to place the coding in but most of it came up with dead ends or to useless information, like the introduction of Monty Pythons theme song. Enjoyable and yet, annoying.

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Day 4 was becoming a breaking point. The pain was becoming unbearable to a point that she was moaning in pain and started to cry quietly. Giving them the satisfaction of any loud noises would wound her pride. But it could be the pride that could kill her. Trying to push her pain aside, she tried to meditate. Breathing and finding her center, just like she was taught. No food or drinks. No one came.