You wake up captured.

You wake to find your still on the dining room chair but you hands are tied behind you. Sarah Vincente is standing above you curious. The chief is passed out on the table.

You never realised that Sarah had not drunk the wine. Stupid, you think, but then how could you have known?

Now tell me everything” she says.

“How did you know?”

“Well my husband suddenly did an about turn on you. First you were little shit under everyone’s legs and the next he wanted to retire and hand you the crown, seemed a bit suspicious” She pauses “That and he goes from the world’s shittest husband to a love sick puppy. I assume you have taken over the role of fucking that little tramp Carmen”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew, years of preparation, fucking limp dick over there, to get my hands on the phallus del deus, and you go and steal it from me, a bit rude don’t you think?”

“What?” You think about options, you can’t move, you can play for time, maybe the chief will wake up. Sarah Vincente doesn’t seem the sort of person to fuck around though, so that seems unlikely.

“Thank you for testing it by the way. I wasn’t sure if it would work on strikingly heterosexual men like my husband, handy that it does, now how do I get it out of you?”

“But you’re a woman” you assumed it wouldn’t work for her.

She gives you a patronising smile.