I scurried through the brothel to the secret room underneath, an inconspicuous base of operations for the rebels fighting against the Queen's tyrannical rule. They had welcomed me in months earlier, but now the trap was ready to be sprung. Having convened an urgent meeting, duping them with lies about having critical information, I found the rebel commander Jake, surrounded by his officers, waiting for me. Excellent, I thought to myself. He was tall and fit, a self-righteous crusader on behalf of those oppressed by the Queen's reign of evil. Even his sanctimonious presence filled me with loathing and annoyance.
"Ellen, where have you been?" Jake asked me.
Backstabbing your ugly face, I wanted to reply, but instead I gave a lie about sleeping in.
Suddenly, screams broke out from outside the room. The thought that the Queen would be rid of these contemptible pests because of my betrayal filled me with excitement. Her minions surrounded the brothel, killing anyone who resisted. They stormed through the door and closed in on us. We were encircled. I looked at the crass faces of the rebels, they were in complete disbelief. Satisfaction. Finally, these stuck-up hooligans will get the punishment they so deserve.