The seconds ticked away as she waited.
The hands on the clock in the room made an audible sound as they moved. The second hand was a short, quick sound. One following after the other. The minute hand was a firm click. Thankfully she hadn't been around long enough to hear if the hour hand made a sound, yet. Only five more minutes.
It was as if she was in a room where waiting was the eternal punishment, the sounds enough to drive a person mad.
What she did to deserve this punishment was beyond her.
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