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General Painite grinned at Benitoite, looking around the room. She hadn't realized the level of carnage had risen so quickly, and largely by her own hand. She had been so focused on her slaughter that she had not been savoring it, maybe, as much as she wanted to.

She opened her hand instead of answering his question, offering the starseed she had taken from the woman who had watched her mate be killed.

"I got you this. I thought it was very pretty, and a fitting birthday gift. I hope you like it, I don't think I'll get another one quite like it ever again." She smiled and looked almost whimsically at it. It was such a simple thing, a starseed. This little thing that rule over someone's life. Was their life.

That was fascinating. She was giving him someone elses life as a present. That meant a lot, she felt.

"And where is our clever little Lieutenant now?" She looked around and didn't see him in the main area, just a few remaining, shivering and terrified civilians. Maybe they would live to tell the tale. Fear could only spread if there were people left to share.

Buddingtonite had not stuck around to see Painite presenting Benitoite his gift, nor had he been there to encourage Benitoite to lecture the unworthy civilians (not that Buddingtonite truly cared for any of them- if none of them were worth corruption, then they were fodder to him). No, his mind was set on one thing and one thing only, and that was taking his revenge.

Revenge against a woman who was screaming and pleading with him, as he dragged her back into the kitchen and threw her against the dishwasher. Soap and utensils fell from the top as it rattled, and she looked up at the lieutenant that approached her, a terrifying gleam in his red eyes and a twisted smile on his face. She did what anyone would do in that situation, and Buddingtonite had to admire her guts to grab a fork and hold it against him. "I don't even know you! What do you want?!"

His grinned deepened, and he abused the strength and speed granted to him by the Negaverse to knock the weapon from her grasp, before reaching down and pulling her back up by her hair. "But I know you. And what I want is for you to gain a very, very important lesson this day... now, be a doll, and don't you dare hold your breath!"

What he wanted to do was shove her face in the soup, as it would have been a fitting punishment for her spitting in his soup, but alas, he had wasted it all on the chef. All that was left was the sink filled with dirty dish water, and without giving her a chance to pull away or suck in a breath, he shoved her face and head into the water, gripping her neck with such force that she had no chance of pulling herself up.

To give the defiler some credit, she was fighting, kicking and thrashing about, but Buddingtonite would make sure that there was no chance for escape now. When her struggles started to slack, he pulled her head back up, offering her a chance to breath, as he slung insults at her. "I hope you got a good taste of that... it's no question that your soup and your dish water are conjured up in the same pot! Are you ready for another mouthful, defiler?"

She opened her mouth to scream, and that was his queue to shove her head down again. He didn't care if his gloves and sleeve would get soaked and the smell hardly bothered him. He didn't even notice the commotion outside the kitchen nor did he think to look for any of the cooks and back staff trying to gain the courage to stop him. He even forgot that the two generals were still outside in the main part! All he wanted to do was make her suffer, and suffer she will!