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This chapter's kind of dark so don't read it if you don't like scary stuff.

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Lemony Snicket groaned as he slowly came to, a phrase which when used here means, "awoke with a very bad headache". He carefully opened his eyes, but he might have just left them closed because it was pitch black. It was blacker then a black beetle spilling black paint in the blackest reaches of a black hole.

Lemony reluctantly tried to get up, but his head exploded in pain. When he tried to rub it he found his hands were tied behind his back. Why was he tied up? And where was he? Lemony could remember typing in the factory…hearing a noise… the falling boxes…the eye tattoo…the tattoo!

Lemony could figure out who had captured him by figuring out who had a tattoo on the bad side of the schism. But how could he tell who was evil and who wasn't? Lately everything in Lemony's life had turned upside-down, a phrase which when used here means "topsy-turvy". Anyone could have gone against him. Maybe even his own sister! But deep down Lemony knew Kit would never betray him. Not like O had betrayed the organization.

Suddenly Lemony knew. He let out a yelp of alarm. "Oh!"

"Yes?" said a hoarse, scratchy voice answered.

Lemony jumped in surprise, but since he was tied down, he just wobbled a bit. He had been, as you know, expressing his astonishment when he said the word "Oh!" but the horrible man in front of him thought Lemony had said the letter "O!"

Lemony tried turning his head to look at his kidnapper, but it was so dark he could only see two shiny, shiny eyes watching him as if he were some caged animal at the zoo. Lemony sucked in his breath fearfully and said accusingly, "Olaf!"

"Yes, I thought I heard you call my name," the repulsive man said. "We've been waiting for you to wake up. We have a few questions we need answered…"

"I'll never tell you anything!" Lemony yelled; much braver than he felt inside.

"Oh, you won't?" Olaf sneered threateningly. Lemony could sense Olaf moving towards him, and Lemony recoiled as he felt a cold metal object pressed up against his cheek.

"Well if you don't then there might be a little accident…" Olaf whispered.

Lemony's eyes widened in horror as he realized the cold object was a huge knife. He had to tell Olaf something…or he could get seriously hurt. He couldn't tell Olaf any of the organizations secrets, but maybe he could participate in one of Olaf's favorite activities- lying.

"So? Now are we ready to talk?" Olaf hissed, his bad breath contaminating the area. He slowly removed the knife from Lemony's cheek, and Lemony quietly said "Yes."

"That's better. Now let's put some light on the matter…"

Olaf turned on a huge flashlight, right in Lemony's eyes. If you have seen the right movies then you know this is a method favored by unpleasant police interrogators and kidnappers to force their subject to talk. Since Lemony had been in the dark for so long, when the light was shined in his face, he practically screamed.

Olaf let out a terrible laugh and watched as Lemony writhed in pain and fear. Finally Lemony gave up and let his body go limp. He slowly opened his eyes, but he had to squint to keep them open for even a few seconds.

He tried to look into Olaf's face, but all he could see was light. Once again, if you've seen the right movies, you know that the reason police and kidnappers prefer this method is because the subject, in this case Lemony, cannot see the face of the interrogator. They really can't see anything for that matter. For Olaf this was a great advantage.

"Now. Let's start with an easy one. Where is the sugar bowl?"

"Why should I tell you? What do you want with it?" Lemony asked, stalling for time.

Olaf's eyebrow went up and his eyes became very, very shiny, as if he was telling a joke. "I'M THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS!" he yelled, outraged. "Well," he said, calming down, "answer the question. Now!"

"I… I don't know." Lemony lied quietly.

"You don't know? Hmm…" Olaf said as his hand appeared in the beam of light. He was holding the long, shiny knife. As the light reflected off the blade Lemony knew the game he was trying to play was very dangerous…very dangerous indeed. And he knew that the price he might have to pay if he lost would be very, very high.

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A/N: This chapter was pretty dark. Probably the darkest of the story. But what did you expect? Don't worry. More secrets are on the way! Review review review! Or I shall give my secret notebook to the scary man standing behind me. (My dad! Ahhhh!)