“Okay great that’s what I thought okay so now where was I—–oh yeah that’s right now that I have your full and undivided attention there are two types of people in the world. There are strong people and there are weak people. Do you know what category you fall into Clea?”

Clea shakes her head no.

“You fall into the weak category and do you know why?”

Again Clea shakes her head no.

“You purposely prey on people who are weaker than you—–oh yeah with the help of this.” Digging in their pants pocket they pull out a ziploc bag. They open the bag and then throw it hitting Clea in the chest. Once the bag made contact with Cleas chest the white substance inside spilled out all over her. “I see that your lady love is cocaine?”

Clea just stares at her.

“So, your lady love is that where you get the boost of energy to help release your inner Ike Turner?”

“I—Ike Turner who is that,”Clea manages to say.

“You know Ike Turner the ex-husband of Tina Turner he used to physically beat her?”

Clea has a blank stare on her face.

“No, okay—–well anyway Tina took the abuse for years until one day she finally found the courage to fight back.”

“And do you know what happened when she fought back Clea,”the person ask with a smirk on their face.

“No.”

“She fucked Ike up——-she was all about justice and guess what so am I, ”the person says as the smirk disappeared instantly from their face.

“Justice—–well does that mean you’re going to let me go, ”Clea asked nervously.

Standing up from their seats the person walks behind Clea. Clea not able to turn around to see what they were doing here’s what sounded like something scrapping against one of the design tables.

“Let me tell you the funny thing about justice sometimes it takes too long for justice to be served.”

“To long what the hell does that mean?”

“Long, you know having to go to court, week long trials, wasting tax payers dollars…….that shit takes to fucking long see I’m the type of person to see justice served immediately. You know that eye for an eye type shit!”

“I didn’t think you believed you in violence?”

“Oh, I don’t in fact I hate it.”

“Well what do you call this is?’

“Karma.”

Before Clea realized it the person was standing next to her arm that was encased in the vise grip.

The person grabs her arm and stretches it to capacity to where only her hand and fingers are visible.

“You suffer from a severe case of bitch-aasness and let me be the first to tell you it’s the worst possible disease to suffer from. People who suffer from this just walk around treating people like shit for no damn reason and since you suffer from this and can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself today justice will be served. As of now I am the prosecutor—— the judge—– and the jury. And Clea you have just been found guilty. With that the person raises the hammer that was in their hands and begins crushing and breaking every finger and bone in her right hand. The more Clea screamed the harder they came down with the hammer. The pain was so excruciating Clea eventually passed out.

Realizing Clea had suffered enough the person walks back into Cleas office picks up the phone and dials 911.

“This is 911 emergency how may I help you?”

“Yes, I would like to report an assault.”

“Do you know the name of the person assaulted?”

“Yes—-Clea Mason.”

“Is the victim in need of medical assistance?”

“Yes.”

“Ma’am do you know the address of the location?

“153 West Harbor Blvd.”

“Do you know if the assailant is still present?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“Speaking.”

“And who am I speaking to?”

“Tasha Williams.”

TBC