It wasn't til later in the evening, when all the birthday celebrations were complete, that Amelia returned to her room. John had nearly fallen asleep at that point. He woke up with a start as he hear her open the door to her room.
Paying no mind to John, Amelia walked over to her desk and sat down in his lap. She was holding what appeared to be a manual of some kind. John tried peeking over her shoulder, but found little success. Looking at the pictures, he was able to guess that it was some kind of owners manual for him!
"Just because we used to be related doesn't mean you'll get special treatment." It took John a moment to realize she was addressing him. "You're just an office chair now. My office chair at that. I expect you to do as I say."
"Y... Yes ma'am." John stammered. He wondered if this was something the manual was telling her to say.
'You came with a warranty too. So I can replace you as easily as I can dispose of you."
Amelia didn't sound happy to have received someone she knew as a gift for her birthday. He wondered if she was bluffing about the warranty. But didn't want to risk finding out.
Amelia got up from John's lap and went over to her closet. After a moment, she stepped out, and produced a long strip of black cloth. Moving behind John, she then tied it firmly around his head.
Having no way of removing the blindfold, John had no choice but to comply. He then felt her sit back down.
After a moment, John began to hear clicking sounds. Amelia had evidently turned on her computer, and must have begun browsing the web.
