"That's for ruining our plans!"

"That's for Maxima!"

"That's for King!"

"That's for me!"

"That's for me!"

"That's for me!"

"That's for me!"

"That's for me!"

"That's for me!"

"That's for me!"

"And that's for me!"

Benimaru laughed. It was so easy. If only he had thought of this earlier. Being a torturer was a pretty respectable occupation after all. That was a thought.

Oh well. K' was hardly recognizable. There was blood on his face, and almost everywhere else. Benimaru had needed more water, but it was worth every single cent of the water bills.

"Damn it." the man on the ground growled.

So, he was alive. That was just fine. He was certainly more fun that way. You had to be alive to feel pain. So just damn well keep him alive! It was also pretty exhausting. Ha. Ha.

As Benimaru headed off to bed, he heard something her didn't usually hear.

CREAK.

"What the hell?"

CREAK.

"Maxima?"

CREAK. "Stop. NO! Get AWAY!" Benimaru howled. "Aaaaaargh!"