[ WP ] You 're taunting the guards at Buckingham Palace with no avail . As a last ditch effort you whisper , `` I know the Queen 's darkest secret . '' You wake up in a dark room with a sack over your head .

`` Hello, and welcome!'' trilled a high pitched and cultivated voice you had only heard on television once a year. You could n't place the source of the voice as it reverberated around the stone walls but there was no doubt it was her, with a capital H. Apparently what you had said had earned you the right to be a captive audience for her majesty. 
 
 `` Wh.... Where am I?'' you stammer out. The simple act of speaking taking far more effort than it should, you rest for a moment. That moment stretches out interminably as you wait for a response. 
 
 Suddenly you can hear breath right against the harsh fabric of the bag over your head. Unlike your own ragged and panicked expulsions, this is steady, even menacing before the words come: `` Clearly, you knew the magic words to get into my castle.'' 
 
 Her up close voice is so different from the stage voice you have always associated with the Queen, you doubt for a moment that there's just the two of you in this chamber. This new snarling tone continues, dripping with scorn, `` We shall be quite amused to see if you can string the right ones together to get out again.''
