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Sheeva had made up her mind to confront her sister's tormentor. A new abuser that had picked on the wrong family of sisters. Clad in her long black dress, veiled in her hijab and spiked athletic shoes on her feet, she awaited her victim at his last turn as he headed home. Her weapons of choice; her bladder and her father's old spear. This time he returned tipsy after a few shots of his favourite gin.
Nosooner had he made the turn than he heard a figure approach quietly but fast from behind. Like a bedsheet being blown in the wind was all he heard. Before he could spin his neck to check it out, she was already climbing up his body. Left foot spikes into the back of his calf, followed by right foot spikes into his right buttcheek, left foot spikes into his back and finally the right foot spikes were on his shoulder followed by her left foot immediately after on the other side of his head. His head was buried under her dress. He looked up and before he could even think of fighting her off, she let loose her sphincter muscles and squirted on his face. It rained aqueous urea. A bit stingy in the eyes but also recommended by some weird doctors to treat God-knows-what. Salty to the taste, pungent in smell and quite discomforting if leaked into the trachea.
"I piss on your brains tormentor... & impale them"
She lowered her spear with full force into the centre of his skull. His eyes rolled up and got stuck looking up into his head. The blood lubricated it and she could finally spin on her spear in the middle of his brains. She landed on her feet followed by his body that landed with a loud thud. She retrieved her spear, cleaned it on his sweaty shirt and headed back home.
