Weak by Serendipity

People ask where my wickedness came from… I’m not sure, but there’s one day that clearly stands out in my mind.

It was the day the fair came to town, and the big, ugly brute at the ‘Try Your Strength’ machine laughed in my face when I asked for a go.

“This is a man’s game”, he said, “not for weak little girls like you”

That’s when I grabbed him by the balls and started to squeeze as hard as I could, and I didn’t stop until his screaming ceased, as he slumped unconscious to the floor.

Who needs strength?

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