Treason

''WHERE IS SHE!?'' I yell, snapping another finger.

''I don't know!!'' he cries, tears and blood race eachother down his face as he sits there, tied to a wooden chair.

I walk over to my box of 'truth' and pull out a mini-saw. I turn and smile.

''NO!, NO PLEASE!'' he begs.

I walk over. ''Well?'' I receive no reply. I begin to saw through his finger his scream both deafening and satisfying. ''You now have 9 more chances'' i say followed by a chuckle.

''OK!!, she's at Balmoral castle, she will be heading back to Buckingham Palace tomorrow''