The door of the seedy bar creaked open, and in walked Chad, his eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit room. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a whiskey, neat. He glanced at his watch, willing the minutes to tick by.
Just as he was starting to relax, the door opened again, and in walked Sam. She scanned the room with a predator's gaze, her eyes landing on Chad. A slow smirk spread across her face as she made her way over to him.
Sam took the stool next to Chad and ordered a gin and tonic. She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "Well, if it isn't the piece of shit who raped my little sister," she said, her voice dripping with venom.
Chad's face paled, and he stammered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
Sam laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Chad's spine. "Oh, please. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." She signaled the bartender for another drink.
Chad tried to make a run for it, but Sam was too quick. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. "You're not going anywhere," she said, her grip tightening.
Sam took a long pull from her drink and then set it down on the bar with a thud. "You're going to pay for what you did," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
Chad's eyes widened as he realized what she meant. He tried to protest, but Sam cut him off. "Shut up," she said. "You don't get to talk."
Sam stood up, her stiletto heels clicking on the sticky bar floor. She grabbed Chad by the arm and led him out of the bar and into a dark alley.
Once they were in the alley, Sam turned to Chad and said, "Take off your pants."
Chad hesitated, but Sam's glare left him with no choice. He undid his pants and let them fall to the ground.
Sam took a step back and looked at Chad's crotch. "Pathetic," she said, her lip curling in disgust. She raised her foot and kicked him in the balls.
Chad doubled over in pain, but Sam wasn't done. She kicked him again and again, each kick harder than the last.
Chad fell to the ground, clutching his crotch. Sam stood over him, looking down at him with contempt.
Sam took a deep breath and then reached into her purse. She pulled out a pair of pruning shears and a roll of duct tape. "This is for my little sister," she said, her voice shaking with anger.
Chad whimpered as Sam approached him, but it was too late. She had made up her mind.
As Chad lay there, writhing in pain, Sam went to work. She wasn't afraid to get a little dirty, and she wasn't afraid to take matters into her own hands.
When she was finished, Chad was a broken man, both physically and mentally.
Sam stood up, wiping her hands on her skirt. She took one last look at Chad before turning and walking away.
She had collected her debt, and she felt a sense of satisfaction that she had never felt before.
As she walked away, she knew that she was a strong, controlling, and direct woman. And she knew that she would never let anyone take advantage of her or her loved ones again.
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