Natasha was eighteen by human standards but was more along the lines of sixteen or seventeen in Djinn years. Well Djinn years when you equate them to human standards. She let out a cry of fear as the guy suddenly grabbed her shoulders. Squirming and trying to get away. Panic and fear written through her eyes. "I don't know! I don't know what your asking me if I did! Please let me go. Please." She begged fearfully. Shaking as she looked at the journal. Biting her lower lip. Seeing what was on yes she had but should she tell him? What if he tried to enslave her to a bottle. "Please...it won't happen again. Please don't tell anyone." She begged. She might not be making sense but she was scared. All this freedom was still so new to her. New enough she feared people were going to take it away now. "Even if I did you wouldn't believe me on how. Nobody believes in magic anymore..." She said in a trembling voice.