Chapter 61. Dozen

Doris shuddered to think what that might possibly mean. How far would they go to get something from her? Until she was on the edge of death? She imagined herself already bloodied and bruised, much worse than she had been when Prince Jack tried to get her to blame the poisoning on Prince William. It should have been so obvious then, of who was truly behind the poisoning. Perhaps if she had noticed sooner, she wouldn't be here about to die now.

Darrell picked up a pair of clippers. "Should we take her fingers off first? One by one?"

"No, no. Let's save that for later. The night is still young, we might be able to get something without completely destroying her beauty." Jules smirked. "I quite like her face, it's got a sense of innocence in it." He bent down to caress her cheek. Doris turned her face away from his hand.

He hit her for that, harder than before. "Don't be like that with us, Doris. We promise to let you go if you tell us something worth our time."