The cold bit at Benjamin's uncovered fingers with bitter rage. His fingernails had begun to bleed as he clawed at the icy walls. Thick segments of his cracked nails had embedded themselves in the frigid roof.

The lid of the freezer broke open, light bursting in and jumping at his eyes. He winced at the sudden shake of gleaming candlelight from above. Florets of cold air ran upwards and mashed with the hot air of the kitchen.

Alice's bloody hands seized his collar, dragging his trembling body from the freezers' depths. She dropped him against the monochromatic kitchen tile, she smirked when the tile cracked from beneath him at the weight of her dropping him.

He was at her control. A weak lamb following her every move.

Seizing his collar once more Alice began to drag his quivering extremities into the main area of the kingdom.

Benjamin fought to wriggle out of her grasp but still frozen from the freezers temperatures, his actions were stilted, weak. "Please! Please!" 

Humans were always different when they were scared. A simple observation, yet overwhelmingly correct. It was always in those moments where only fear pumped through their red veins that they transformed into their one true self. A coward, a lustful apostate, a traitor to the One True God. But the moment the veracious and undenaible fear laid itself atop them all lies fell away and they became something simple. They became something only humans were ever meant to be; followers. Wholly and entirely devoted to being alive under His Holy Gaze. 

"Behave." She tamed, wagging one finger at his shocked lips. For a second she thought Benjamin was about to begin to plead for his life.

It was always useless to try. Benjamin had filled his world with gluttony, overindulgence, that was the reason he was here. Alice could do nothing to stop God's Will. Even if she wanted to she couldn't, and anyways she didn't want to. Alice was a loyal soldier to the kingdom of God.

Nothing would get in her way tonight.

But Benjamin didn't say a thing. Even despite his almost constant floundering, not a single thing broke from his bitter blue lips.

His own kitchen and house looked much alike to the one he was going to die in. Gaudy and ostentatious, it was a representation of overindulgence. Each piece down to the drawer handles cost too much.

Almost every consumer product on the market Benjamin possessed at least one portion of it. Whether it was furniture, food, appliances, it didn't matter. God had seen his overindulgence and with his infinite wisdom and power the Lord God said that he was no longer for this earth.

Once more he tried to wriggle from beneath her grip. At this point it was simply annoying. Benjamin was going to die tonight and there wasn't a single thing he could do to stop it.

"Stop. Unless you want to know the most unfettered versions of the pain I can make you endure." She whispered into his trembling ears. Her voice scalding as it slipped through his icy ear canals. 

"Weakness plagues you." Alice had no weakness, unlike him. Weakness was a tool of Satan, a plague of the mind. A plague she had excised with a scalding scalpel long ago. She had given everything of her mortal tendrils to the quest of ridding this plane of its sinners. Benjamin might have understood his fate if he had given himself to God and to no one else, but instead, instead he had consumed everything in his path. Money and consumption of the finest goods, leathers, clothing, homes and people had led him here. Here, he would die as God intended, as nothing but a consumer of every sin He had expressed against. 

Her fingers clenched around his brown hair, she pulled to the ends of his porous hair fibers. Alice slammed her fist into his face, his white teeth cracking under the pressure. Splintering and falling into his open throat.

She thwacked and hit at his face till her blood as well as his spattered onto her face with each blow. Benjamin didn't fight. He had given up as the frostbite and fear petrified him to his core. Perhaps he was a coward as well as a pig. 

The hot blood had marred his orange and brown checkered sweater vest. What a good thing to go to waste, Alice thought absentmindedly. 

The kitchen was silent. A moment of unadulterated silence, the buzzing of the small refrigerator had even stopped. As well as each sound of her breath became swallowed by the silence as soon as it left her flared nostrils and agape jaw. Alice wiped the spatters of blood from her face, though not too well because it smeared across her cheeks. Leaving behind paint brush-like smearings of Benjamin's flavour. 

Benjamin's face had caved in. Muscle, tissue and bone mixed together in a display of a fraction of God's power as he guided her hand. He looked closer to a cacodemon than a man. But perhaps that is all that he ever was.

There he lay, a piece of a puzzle, a brush of paint on her canvas dedicated to her creator. Mangled, bloodied, bruises, it didn't matter. For they were simply tools for her creation. Liquid smooth creatures for her creation and inevitable bloody destruction.

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