You were a worker drone. You were currently on the brink of death. Her leg was stabbing your chest, and oil (blood for drones) bled out of your body. She stared at you, her tail waving back and forth madly. Her clawed finger was placed on her chin, she seemed to be thinking. "Ya'know what? I'll let you live because I'm so nice." She sighed, her wings retracting into her body again.