The kingdom.

"Get in there, Chris!" The king yelled as he threw Chris in the small closet. "I didn't do it!" Chris yelled back as he felt himself get thrown like a ragdoll. Chris groaned when he smashed into the floor, and a mop handle smacked him in the head. Chris didn't care. He cured up into a ball, and put his face in his hands. He didn't feel like crying, he just wanted to know what he did. He sat in the small room, and waited to be let out, but no one came. As Chris waited he heard shuffling from outside the door. He lifted up his head to see that he was surrounded by total darkness. He wondered if his eyes were even open. He tried to get his eyes to adjust, but they didn't, until the door flew open, there was a blinding light, and a man standing in front of him.