The look of fear in their eyes only heightened her excitement.
She tilted her head back and laughed, a sound of sheer exuberance and excitement. She sobered quickly and raked her eyes across the gaggle of villainy arrayed before her.
"Okay, which one of you punks is first?" A smile threatened to break across her face as she spoke. The leader smiled a cruel smile and was about to speak but the look was exploded from his face in an instant. A tiny, yet perfectly formed, avenging foot wrapped in an avenging ugg boot slammed into his face and shattered it forever.
The fight didn't last long. Those that were able dragged themselves away from the battlefield, bloodied and humiliated. One cried out as he removed his severed arm from his arse but was then silent. Only one remained, one scared and shaking little man. She sneered as she hungrily dragged her eyes over his rake thin and shaking form. He would do, he would have to as she was now so aroused she needed to be satisfied.
The poor victim was wearing his 1997 replica Blackburn Rovers kit, one sock round his ankles, one still proudly hugging his knee. He grasped at the frisbee in his shaking hands like a shield, as if it would protect him. The diminutive destroyer lept forth and grabbed her victim round the neck, dragging him down to her level. She kissed him hungrily and was only more aroused by his whimpering protest.
"Now frisbee pet, you're going to do exactly as I say or I'll kung-fu that pretty little frisbee right up your jaksie. Capisce?" she asked with a cruel smile. He nodded, eyes filled with fear. Jenpots laughed wickedly then pulled her next victim back to her lair.
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