Dead Silence

"Careful Val, you wouldn't want all your effort in kidnapping me go to waste, now would you?" Lillian retorted, shoving her foot harder into Val's own.

"Thats it!" she screamed angrily.
Lillian cocked her head curiously as Val marched off, her buckle shoes clicking on the splintered wood floors of her prison.

"Ah ha!" she heard Val triumph from afar followed by the slamming of a drawer.

She stomped to where Lillian was binded, holding a small yellow roll of tape in her hands.

"If you won't simply shut the hell up," she started while ripping tape from the roll.
"Then I'll force you to be as silent as a dead man, won't I little miss highness?"

Lillian Erna Farlen Jackson.
That was her name.
The spoiled rotton daughter of
Gerald Finnik Oscar Jackson, a respected and celebrated member of The House of Lords.

On the day of the annually thrown Winter Ball, she is kidnapped.
The culprits of the matter, a trained assassin, Val and ex-london mafia member Thedore E. Stanley.