Tick tick tick.
Sherlock's face remains emotionless as he watches the small screen. Kitty slowly opens her eyes and looked around nervously. "W-What the hell?" Sherlock chuckled and turned on the microphone.
"Hello Kitty."
"Sherlock? What the hell is this?" Said woman was placed in an all white room, to her left was a briefcase. To her right, a crosscut handsaw.
"You are currently being punished for the lies that you have spread and the lives you have ruined. I have placed you in a sound proof room," Sherlock replied. "In that briefcase, there is a bomb waiting to explode in five minutes. The only way to turn off the the bomb, would be to unlock the briefcase and cut one of the wires. The key however," Sherlock smirked, "is placed in your right thigh. The only way to get to the key, you must cut just above your knee and search for it. Good luck."
The ticking of the bomb was deafening. Kitty gulped at the sight of the saw, a hesitant hand reaching toward it. The saw's rough edge scratched at her knee. With a deep breath, Kitty broke her skin with the handsaw, a scream erupts from her throat. She kept digging the saw into her leg until she could feel it hit her bone. Gritting her teeth, Kitty pushed her somewhat detached lower leg, and searched around her inner thigh for any signs of a metal key, the ticking increasing.
The speaker came on once again, "Oh my mistake. Did I say your right thigh? I meant to say that it's in your left thigh sorry about that."
Kitty looked nervously at the suitcase as the ticking stopped, fear flashing past her eyes.
Sherlock kept the screen on as The body that was once Kitty, blew into smithereens, the walls soon falling to the ground.
With a proud smile on his face, Sherlock approached the glass case placed on the mahogany coffee table. "I got rid of her John. For you." He placed a hand against the cold surface.