Chapter 1 - Hell

 Frank washed his hands at the decrepit sink and limped over to where his guest waited for him. The fat fuck was bound to the tiny chair and trembling so hard that the wood groaned under his weight. The Punisher killed his dumb bodyguards only an hour ago and pulled the fattie out of his shiny SUV as he squealed. 

“You might be wondering what’s going to happen to you,” Frank said, leaning close enough that he could smell the fear of the pig. “Well, let me tell you, I’ve got something real special planned for you.” His muscular arm pointed to a discrete briefcase in the shadowy corner. 

 The pig struggled to speak so Frank pulled the gag out of his mouth. “Please…” he said, sweat trickling down his side. “I don’t know what you want, man! I’ve never seen you in my life. I’ve got no beef with you. Holy shit, please, I’ll give you anything, just stop.” 

 The Punisher lifted a finger and shushed him. “Give me a moment.” He took the phone out his pocket, found the disgusting video in question, then flashed it at him. “You recognize this?” 

 The pig’s face whitened as the child in the video wept, a whole gang of drunken fucks laughing around and forcing her to drink. “I asked you a question.” 

“I’ve got nothing to do with that,” he explained. “I was never there.” 

“But you knew about it,” Frank clarified, and the pig went silent. “Ten years old man! Ten years old, and they raped her and filmed it for posterity. Your pals.”

“Please, I’ve got kids. I wou-”

 He put a finger to the pig’s mouth and silenced him. “You shut the fuck up now. The last thing you can admit before you go is that you deserve this. But the fact that none of you sons of bitches do kind of helps prove my point. You’re fucking garbage.” 

 The guy started running his mouth, trying to defend himself, but Frank wasn’t listening to a word of it. He knew enough about this mobster family to know they were all trash. Selling child porn. Bringing in poor young girls from god knows what country just to whore them out on the streets. Taking a shit on everything that was good in this world. 

 He went over to the suitcase and took the drill gun out, then plugged it into the socket and ran it a little to test it out. The pig’s eyes widened as soon as he caught sight of it. “Please, man. Please…” 

“Please? Nah.” Frank shook his head. “You’re a big man, aren’t you? What, are you going to cry like that little girl now?”

 The pig shook his head, tears coming down his eyes as the drill got close to his head. “Ple-aahh!” 

 The Punisher put a hand on his head to keep it steady while the drill worked its way into the side of his skull. He screamed; but not for very long. Blood squirted from the open wound along with bits of bone as it went in, going till both his mouth and nose ran red. 

 His work done, Frank pulled the drill out and let the bleeding head hang down. “You piece of shit,” he said, then spit on him for good measure. 

 Frank went to wash himself over at the sink again when a twist caught his leg and send him tottering against the wall, sucking his teeth in from the pain. 

 All because of that fucking bitch. 

 About two months ago, Frank was about to pull off what seemed like a dream come true. He had worked not only with a few good cops off the force but with a few of the scumbags from the families on the inside to be there when the big families of the East Side would be having their get-together. 

 It was a classy event at some mansion way up north, where most of the guests would be flown in by helicopter. The Punisher managed to bring himself a couple of miles away and got dropped off with a heavy machine gun and enough ammo to kill a small country. It took days to set himself up in a proper position that gave him a view of the mansion’s estate where they would be having their big party. 

 On the night in question, Frank sat on the cold ground and patiently waited as the human turds started streaming in, greasy fuckballs waddling their way onto the estate accompanied by the bitches that called themselves their wives. Helicopter landed after helicopter. It was going to be quite the event. 

 Especially when he would pull the trigger and mow them down. 

 Just as he prepared himself to start, a voice could be heard behind him. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

 Frank turned and looked to see a suited blonde woman looking down at him with a severe expression. From the suit alone he could recognize her, though this was the first time he met her in person. Why the fuck was she here? “I guess you’re Captain Marvel,” he said, an unhappy smile coming over his face. 

“Do you think you’re going to kill those people?” she said, completely ignoring him. 

“People?” Frank glanced over at the mobsters then back at her and grinned. “I don’t see any people.” 

 The hard stare stayed with him. “You’re coming with me.” 

“Like hell I am.” Who did this bitch think she was?

“Listen. I don’t have illusions about always being able to deal with monsters fairly and justly. But there are innocent people there. Wives. Children. Jesus, they even have some teenagers catering. You seriously think they all deserve this?” 

“If you’re shining the boots of some scum, you probably deserve what you’ve got coming.”

 Marvel arched a single brow questioningly. “You’re a crazed gunman.” 

 And that was about the end of the conversation. The Punisher knew it was time to act or get screwed over, so he drew his gun and shot right at her head, hoping to get the bitch before she could react. 

 Though his ears rang and the gun went off, her head was still intact. She just cringed at him as if she were embarrassed on his behalf. “Seriously?” 

 Many things were unfair in life. Being a ninety-pound kid that gets the shit beaten out of him by bullies three years older and twice his size. Being a wife that gets pushed around and punched by a husband that she can’t fight back against. But nothing quite compared to being destroyed by one of these superhero cunts.

 The Punisher took his knife out and leapt at her, when a single one of her fists sent him flying into a tree and left him tasting the blood in his mouth. “I warned you,” she said, her body shining in a bright aura as she stepped closer. “I know that men like you tend to think you’re god, but you’re awfully mistaken.” 

 Frank knew from all his training that he should have retreated, but he couldn't get himself to leave things like this. “Those people are fucking scum! You know who you’re saving?” 

“I’ll deal with them when I have to. But I’m dealing with you first.” 

 Frank cleared his throat and spat out blood. “If you assholes in your gimpsuits had dealt with them, I wouldn’t have to be out here.” 

 Marvel smiled ironically. “You know, I rarely feel the need to say this to people directly, but I really, really dislike you.” 

 Frank charged at her again in pure rage, knowing he couldn't harm her but refusing to go out without a fight. He raised his leg to kick her, and it was in that moment that the bitch sent a blow that left him whimpering on the ground in pain a moment later, feeling as if his entire leg had been shattered. 

“I told you to stop,” she said calmly, like some fucking kindergarten teacher talking to a kid. “But you’re above listening, right?” 

 He had passed out and woke up three days later in a hospital under a fake name. Though he recovered for the most part, the limp still lasted to this day, and every so often his leg would make a movement that sent the pain spiking through his entire body.  

 That damned fucking bitch, thought Frank. Not only did she ruin him, but she never lived up to her words, either. Predictably, those guys she helped spare were out there now, fucking over the lives of the poorest and most vulnerable, while she was flying through the skies like some Olympian god. 

 The Punisher wasn’t sure how long it would take until someone figured out how to kill these ungodly pieces of shit, but he would be in the front lines taking them out as soon as it happened. Men and women died every day fighting fascists and dictators, and now the populace was fooled into adoring these assholes that could destroy the whole world if they wanted to. 

 He washed his hands of the blood and got a beer out of the mini fridge, then went over to the other side of the room and took a moment to relax. He turned on the TV for the news when he saw the headline and nearly spit out his drink. 





Captain Marvel Falls Out of Sky, in Critical Condition





 Frank pulled out his phone and looked it up, learning that she fell and nearly died. Hard to imagine that the same person he dealt with could have suffered that. From all the descriptions he read and what else was going on, it was clear that she had lost her powers, and that other suited fucks were suffering the same fate.

 For the first time in years, Frank Castle laughed happily. “You thought you were immune? It comes for everyone sooner or later. Judgment Day.” 







 Carol lay in the hospital bed hooked up to the IV and flexed her fists impatiently as she watched the footage on TV. She fell for such a distance that it was a miracle she wasn’t dead or paralyzed. 

 Why, she could not understand. There was no warning, no sign, nothing that explained it. It was like her powers were drained away in a single instant, making her a normal human all over again. Which would’ve been acceptable, if she wasn’t all those feet above ground. 

 Carol wasn’t sure what the cause was, but it couldn't have been a good sign. 

 The hospital should’ve given her a sense of security, but it didn’t given how many people were out there that would’ve killed her now if they could. The security officer standing in her room assured her. “Don’t worry, Ms. Danvers, we’ve got it under control. If anything happens, we’ll call the troops in no time.” 

 Carol went in and out of a dreamstate as she kept feeding off the morphine, wishing she could at least be a normal human again. At some point she woke up and found the security officer gone, so she took the opportunity to rise at the side of the bed and try to get up. “Here we go, Carol, here we go…” 

 Slowly and steadily, she rose and balanced herself till she could stand on both her two feet. It was painful, but she would have to live through it. 

 After a few minutes of moving about the room and the security not showing up, Carol realized that she couldn't hear much movement from the medical staff either. She opened the door and looked out into the hallway. “Hello?” 

 Trying not to panic prematurely, she went back to bed. It must be nothing. With all the fancy gadgets these security guys used nowadays, the whole place would probably be under lockdown with alarms blaring if anything were wrong. 

 Just as she closed her eyes to rest, she heard the door open. “You’re back.” But the sight she witnessed when her eyes opened took her breath away. It was that Punisher lunatic she dealt with months ago, dressed all in black, bloodstains trickling down the front of his outfit.

“The fuck?” said Carol, jumping out of bed on the other side. The tubes came out of her veins and she could feel the sting in her wrist along with the warm blood that came down her hand. “Where’s the guard?” she asked breathlessly. 

 The psycho bobbed his head. “Alive. I’m not a fucking murderer.” 

“Get out of here.”

 He smiled and hooked a thumb confidently around his belt, looking like some dark sheriff from hell. “Not alone though.” 

 Carol glanced around the room looking for a weapon, but all she could see was a vase and a remote. Before she could decide on what to pick up, the psycho charged her and tried to lock her down. 

 Though she was wounded, he severely underestimated her. Carol elbowed him so hard that he gasped and coughed, then screamed. His hand came to cover her mouth, but she bit down on that too, and then he dealt a blow to her head that took away her vision for a moment. The Punisher threw her forwards and she crawled away, but noticed he was limping as he came after her. Right, the leg. I hit him in the leg.  

 Carol waited for him to approach and pretended to go for his torso, but dealt a hard blow to his knee instead. The psycho howled in pure agony and fell to his knees, and the already crazed look in his black eyes went completely mad. Carol landed another kick right against the side of his head and sent him sprawling on the ground, then rose to her feet and delivered another blow to the bad leg. 

“What the fuck!” she yelled at him. The psycho struggled to stand up and she put her foot to his neck. “Do you not know when to stand down? Christ!” 

 There were tears of pain in his eyes. Carol genuinely thought he was finished, till he grabbed her ankle with both hands and yanked so hard that she slammed against the ground. He was on top of her before she could respond, using his entire weight to pin her down as he held her hands behind her back, bashing her head into the floor until Carol could no longer struggle and ended up losing consciousness instead.





 Nobody was going to find them here. 

 It was a home away from home. 

 Frank took over the bunker for himself in case things went down, but the property was perfect to spend some quality time with Miss Marvel. He had to give it to her, though, the woman was a fighter. She nearly got him this second time despite being caught unprepared. 

 Now she was lying in a cage on the floor, completely naked. Her body was pretty great too. Toned and tight, just the right fit for a blonde short-haired tomboy like that. Hell, Frank might’ve asked her out on a date in another life before he was married. 

 Too bad for the rest of her. 

 The walls of the bunker were decorated with the Punisher’s entire arsenal, ranging from weapons, to torture devices, illegal substances, and much more. He crouched by the cage and watched her as she woke up, taking a good look at her surroundings. 

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” said Frank with a grin. “Had a good rest?”

“Where are we?”

“Depends. You’re asking me, well, we’re in a safe haven, one of the few places I can kick back and relax. For you, though? Well…” He sniffed with amusement. “I’d call it Hell.” 

 Marvel grabbed the bars of her cage. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, still sounding calm. No doubt she was hoping her powers might come back. Frank was slightly worried about that, too, but maybe the powers of justice were finally going to side with him. 

“You know why, you goddamn bitch! You nearly fucking killed me. And because of you, thousands are suffering right now! Kids getting raped. Women being sold off like slaves. All because of you and that rotting pile of dogshit you call a brain. All because you couldn't get yourself to kill a few people that benefit from blood money. Well. Thank fucking Christ I’m not like you. And I’m about to bring justice to all those kids.”

“You’re not bringing justice to anybody. You’re just a psychopath looking for reasons to kill.”

 Frank just watched her as she spoke with so much confidence and found himself laughing again. “You’re still confident now. Let’s see you in a couple of hours.” 

 And still, she insisted: “So you agree that you’re just a cold-blooded killer.”

“Marvel, I ain’t here to argue with ya’. In the spirit of our great American tradition, let’s agree to disagree. All I’m here for is to teach you a most valuable lesson.” 

 He went over and grabbed the electroshock prod and slowly inserted it into the cage. Marvel was breathing hard as she looked at the current. “Afraid, are you?” said Frank.

“Go fuck yourself,” she responded.

“Just so you know, I’m recording all of this for posterity.” The Punisher jerked his head to the camera at one corner of her cage and the several others placed around his bunker. “So don’t you worry. People are going to see what happens to you. I promise you that.”

“Yo-” 

 The prod made contact with her skin for only a second but it was enough to stop her from talking. Her limbs twitched violently as she lost composure from the current going through her nerves. Frank went over to the front of the cage and put in the keycode, then reached inside and dragged her out by the hair, leading her around like a dog. “That’s a good girl,” he said jokingly. “You gotta know your place now.” 

 The Punisher bound her wrists and ankles together, then connected the bonds of her arms to a chain that dragged her up towards the ceiling. Marvel was left rotating a few centimeters off the ground, still shaken up from a few moments ago.

 Frank whistled to himself constantly. A few weeks ago he had killed some human trafficker and discovered only too late that the sick fuck liked to bring the whip down on his girls. Another one of those valiant guys Marvel thought to save. Frank kept the whip rather than burn it, promising to himself that he would one day use it on a fitting target. And here she was. 

 He gave a few strokes of the whip to the ground, getting his arm warmed up. This time, Marvel saw him and showed real fear. “What are you doing?” 

 The time for talking was over. Everything there was to say he said already. Frank cracked the whip hard against her back and listened to her shriek in pain. At last, that hard voice was cracking and sounding like that of a teenage girl in trouble rather than a confident woman. 

 He hit her again and watched the strong muscular back get red from the whip, a few trickles of blood already appearing where it hit. “Shtooaahh!! Stoah!!” Despite her protestations, Frank hit her again and again, his resolve only growing as he punished her. How many fucking random women and kids suffered because of you, you dumb bitch? All you needed to do was let me finish my work. You fucking earned this!

 By the end, he lost counting of the amount of hits, but her back became a slick mess of raw meat, and each crack of the whip sent blood spattering across his face. Marvel just sobbed helplessly. Where was her strength now? Disgusted, Frank sent the whip a final time, this time against her firm ass. 

 He got himself a drink as she cried and put on some metal to put himself in the right mood. 

 As Marvel began to calm down, she just started begging. “Please, stop… Please… I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done. I’m sorry for messing with you. Please.” 

 Frank told himself that he would be quiet, but he couldn't help it. He walked to the front of her and looked up at her snivelling nose and reddened eyes. “You know how many guys are sorry once the pain starts? Pretty much all of them. Pedos, rapists, murderers - all of ‘em are sorry when this time comes. But you should’ve been sorry before. Once you’re in hell, it’s way too late to be sorry.” 

 Her mouth opened to speak, but Frank preemptively punched her in the stomach. The spit flew out of her mouth and struck him in the eye, so he hit her again, and again, working himself up to the point where he used her body as a punching bag, laughing crazily as his fists pounded her tummy. He shadowed boxed and slammed into her a few more times, till one devastating blow sent her flying back and made her piss herself. 

 Frank stepped back, disgusted, and took another sip of his drink. He grabbed the electroshock rod again, and this time brought it deep into her cunt before he turned it on. “No!” she cried. “Please, n-!”

 His finger flipped the switch and left it on for a few seconds. Frank moved it back and forth inside of her, fucking her tight pussy with the rod as Marvel’s only response was the tension in her body accompanied by some miserable animal grunts. “Damn, you’re tight as hell. You must not have been fucked in a while. You should be thanking me for this. You hear me, whore? Thank me.” 

 The pain must have been too much, because her eyes were totally blank. 

 The dumb bitch was done, at least for the day. 

 Frank dropped the chain and let her slam against the ground like some wet piece of chicken, still shifting and gasping in pain. He went and lowered himself next to her, then whispered into her ear. 

“You’re probably thinking that they’ll come rescue you soon. Or that maybe your powers will come back. Let me ask you something. The people that you’re so quick to let die - you think they get the luxury of that? You think some poor thirteen-year-old girl brought from Ukraine or Thailand here to work as a whore gets to think that somebody’s coming for her? But you saved the people that are going to destroy their souls. Because doing away a bunch of fucking degenerate killers was too much for you. 

“Well. Alright then. Let’s see who knows where to find you. Let’s see who comes to your rescue.” 

 With that, Frank got up and turned off the lights in the bunker, then made his way out. 







 Carol awoke by herself in darkness. She couldn't move and her body hurt everywhere.

 She said a few silent prayers, hoping that her powers would return. It made no sense that this was happening. Maybe it really wasn’t happening. Maybe this was just a nightmare she needed to wake up from and just hadn’t managed to do so yet. 

 She could hear a metallic door groan and then the lights came on again. “Good morning, there, sweetheart,” said the Punisher. “Just watched a story about you on the news. They’re all so sad that you went away. Wonder what the world will say when they see all this footage of you.” 

 Carol tried to speak through chapped lips but failed. The psycho came over and put his put down on her throat, pressing down till he took her breath. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got big plans for you today as well.” He lifted a box and showed it to her. “Wanna guess what’s inside here?” 

 She could put up no resistance as he undid her binds and carried her over to a chair at the other side of the room. There wasn’t even any need to restrain her. Carol was so weak that just sitting down in it hurt, but the Punisher came over with a nail gun.

“No,” she struggled to say. “Please…” Why was he doing this to her? Someone wake me up. I need to wake up. Please! “Stop! Stop! Stop!” 

 The psycho held her hand down against the armrest and put the first nail through it. Carol just moaned weakly, lacking even the power to scream. He put a nail through her other hand, then stepped back and smiled. “Just so we make sure you aren’t going anywhere. What, you thirsty? I got some help with that, too.” 

 The Punisher flashed a blender that he had brought, then a black jar. Only when he came closer did she notice that the jar wasn’t black, just filled with cockroaches. “Going to make you a power drink so you feel better.” 

 Carol nearly puked as he spilled the wriggling mass of cockroaches into the blender and sealed the cup up. He turned it on and started, but the machine was slow going. “Guess it needs some more liquid.” He brought out his dick and took a quick piss in the cup, then put it back and finished blending it all into a sludge. “Now that’s more like it.” 

 The Punisher came over with the drink and brought it up to her mouth. He stroked her head with one hand as he started pouring past her lip. “You drink this all up for me, okay? You’re not going to be getting anything else if you’re bad. But this is pure protein to make you strong.”

 Carol could not resist. She just turned her mind off and drank it as he said, hoping it would put an end to all the misery. Maybe if she just listened to him, things would end sooner. 

 As she slurped down the last part of the cockroach and piss mix, the Punisher grinned at her. “Well, would you look at that. Proud of you, Marvel. You did it all on your own.” 

 Her weak gaze locked eyes with him, and the moist lips dripping with piss only managed to say one thing. “Please, kill me.” 

 The man cringed and shook his head. “Now that’s disappointing. We’re only getting started. Like I said, I got fun plans for you today.” 

 The first plan as far as she could see involved him bringing a transparent tube that he inserted deep inside her pussy. The other end ran down to the ground, but the Punisher brought over the box from earlier and cut a hole on the side, then connected the tube to it. 

 Carol watched breathlessly as series of mangy rats started going up the tube, till they were inside of her. “Poor things.” He tapped the tube thoughtfully. “They’re starving.” 

 Frank looked straight into her eyes as she was being eaten from the inside out. Finally, much to his joy, she started howling again, losing her mind as their little teeth pulled at the flesh of her cunt and ripped it to pieces. The blood ran down the tube from her abused pussy as she wept miserably. 

 He gave them a few minutes to eat up, then pulled it back and put them back in the box. 

“You wanna get up from that chair?” he asked her. 

 Marvel only sobbed, the tears going down her jiggling breasts. Losing patience, Frank grabbed on both her nipples, then stretched and twisted them. “I asked, do you wanna get out of that chair?” 

“You piece of shit!” she snapped, the veins almost ready to burst in her temple. “I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll destroy you. I will end you.” 

“Now that’s more like it. Some fighting spirit.” 

 He took a hammer and started knocking the nails that went through her palms backwards, then ruthlessly pulled them out of her hands and freed her. He pushed her forwards and Marvel just fell down to her knees, leaving her round ass up and largely untouched. “Trying to flirt with me?” he teased, then kicked her ass hard enough that she crawled a few feet forwards. 

“You got too much blood on you. Come on, let’s wash you up.” 

 Frank forced her to go and sit on top of the drain, then took out his dick and pissed right into her face, letting the warm stream of piss wash down over her abused body. Now she was no longer sobbing or anything. She just looked dead. The hopelessness was finally settling in. 

 He shook the final drops of piss of the head of his dick and zipped back up. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?” 

 The once strong face came up and sought his eyes. “Thank you.” 

 The Punisher grinned. “Now that’s a good girl.”





 From what he saw on the news, those Avengers were more incompetent than he thought. A quick interview with Stark showed that he feared Marvel had been taken away by some “interplanetary threat”. Which was about the biggest compliment anyone had ever given him, if unintentionally. 

 Either way, nobody was coming for dear old Carol. 

 The abuse escalated a little more every day, though the Punisher knew it would be time to end her one day soon and get back to his real work. As their honeymoon came to an end and they passed seven days together, on the eight he went to the bunker ready to end it all.

 Marvel wasn’t suspecting it, that was for sure. By now she had gotten used to the abuse and no longer wept and begged, and instinctively thanked him when he was done punishing her. It would’ve been sad, if not for the fact that this was nothing compared to the misery she herself allowed to continue in the world. 

 It was harder to wake her up every day, and after the wake-up sessions through piss the previous days, it was finally time to electroshock her back into the world. He brought the prod up to her eye and turned it on, and the wild reaction was enough to make his day.

“Guess that burns a little, huh?” 

 He wasted no time and took up the pair of pliers in hand, then crouched down next to Marvel. He held her steady with one hand and opened her mouth wide, then put the pliers one of her front teeth and started pulling. Probably, she didn’t expect it. Certainly not given the struggle that followed. But he punched her down and struck her in the head enough times that she quieted down. Then Frank brutally pulled out every tooth in her mouth, till the blood poured and covered her chest.

“There we go. You know, I saw it posted in one of those online videos that you’ve got a great blowjob face. Come to think of it, they’re right. Though I’d never risk putting my dick inside of there while you’ve got your teeth. I guess now we can try it out.” 

 He took up the whip, then shoved his dick inside her toothless mouth and started throatfucking her mercilessly, impaling her on his dick as the hot blood brought comfort to his throbbing shaft. “Now, that’s more like it. This might be the most useful thing you’ve ever done, Cap’n.” 

 Marvel choked down on his dick and bled from her nose. Frank started whipping her, not because she was doing a bad job, but because she deserved to suffer regardless. He hit her again and again, opening the infected wounds on her back all over again, feeling her body spasm in agony as he choked her out. 

 He came and pushed her off his dick, but in the excitement of the moment he went on whipping her anyway. Across the chest, across the face, across her legs and ass. He whipped her as she crawled away into a corner, screaming at her. It went on until she got into a fetus position, screaming for her life, a trail of blood going back to where he had raped her face. 

 Frank grabbed a can of deodorant and then his lighter, and went to work again. He held the lighter up against her body as he started spraying, burning her flesh. “Wooohoo!” he cried with fake excitement. “Ain’t that hot?” 

 She tried to get away, but the brought his boots on top of her and once more crushed down her neck, crouching down to get a good angle. As she looked up at him, Frank brought the lighter to her face and unleashed, melting her face away with the flames as she grunted and spat blood, doing it until she stopped moving. 

 The bitch was still alive. 

 Just a little. 

 He took the rod up again and this time brought her pretty ass up and inserted it right into the tiny asshole, shoving it so deep that he knew he was eviscerating her body along the way. Once it was so deep that he could barely press the button, he turned it on and stepped away. 

 Frank watched with satisfaction as she went out.  The final animal noises coming from her destroyed face as she struggled to understand what was happening, her limbs twitching every which way. 

 The Punisher got a drink and sat down, crossing his legs as he grimly watched her life end.  

 She probably died in less than a minute, but he left the rod inside until the battery went out. 

 He bagged the body up and took it out of the bunker, then drove a few miles and dumped it in the same place he knew the gangs dropped most of their victims. Only difference is, she deserved it. “Here you are, home. You’ve earned it.” 

