<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Sintrina Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Queen Sintrina</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://obraz-women.ru/sites/default/files/shutterstock_82491346-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Sintrina gave a cold laugh,<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "Do you hear that Isolde? She is threatening me! Oh this is too rich..."</span>She pulled away from the woman, going over to a control pad that was locked. She scanned her own eye, the panel opening up for her. She turned off the survelience and turned back to Deanna,<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"It's alright, lovely. We can just review the security footage of what happened in here....Mikale likes to keep an eye on his slaves--watches these little films for his own pleasure when he isn't in the mood to physically entertain his slaves..."</span>Sintrina explained as she pushed a little button to see what happened. She did not press play quite yet.<br/><br/>Sintrina was not worried about Deanna telling the King anything.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "You assume you would even make it to him, Deanna. You also assume he has any power over me--oh sure, I would like to avoid the head ache of his upset, but really...do you think it matters?"</span>she asked as she made her way back to Deanna, grabbing her by the chin tightly. She brought her own face so close to Deanna's that their noses were nearly touching.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF">"And even if you did, you little twit, I could easily say I had no idea--that you had done it of your own volition. You think that the King will believe you over me? You think that anyone will believe you over me? And even if they did, what would it matter? I've slaughtered hundreds--you mean nothing to me. What is your value, Deanna, to me? Because you are surely testing my patience and I never had a lot to begin with!"</span>Sintrina snarled as Deanna's face became comically squished within her grasp, lips poking out like a fish's. Sintrina would not allow any to blackmail her. She would tell Mikale herself if she had to, but no one would hold such power over her at any point and time. If she weren't so intent on getting Deanna to reveal her motives, to tell her all about the devices they were working on, she would have killed her right then and there with her own bare hands. She was fully within her right to do so. Deanna, she had to admit, was far more brave than she gave her credit for--but she also had a streak of stupidity she had been unaware of until then.<br/><br/>She shoved Deanna away from her, walking back to the control panel. She turned to Deanna, though she spoke to Isolde,<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"What do you think, Isolde? Should I give Deanna another chance to speak or should I simply let this reveal the truth of it?" </span>