At first, Angela froze. She had never been good at reacting to sudden changes in circumstances, and her first inclination was usually rather deer-in-the-headlights. However, although she usually seemed rather meek and passive, what most people did not realize was that she had a heck of a temper. Nevertheless, not wanting to rock the boat, she usually bottled it up, keeping herself in check. Surprisingly, and perhaps scarily, her next reaction, following anger, was almost a sense of relief. This time, someone had provided her with the perfect excuse.
Angela struggled to keep the shocked expression on her face, her lowered eyelashes hiding the pupils which had gone from doe-eyed to that of a predator waiting for the moment to strike. Dale, too preoccupied with his own perversions, failed to notice.
"Don't worry, you'll enjoy this once we get started," Dale giggled to himself, confirming to Angela that he had committed similar actions before and gotten away with it. Rather than making her wary, she had to stop herself from grinning. Dale having past victims would justify nearly any amount of violence. Although a part of her was shocked at her own train of thought, and tried to convince herself she was simply going to act in self-defense, she was well aware something deep inside was rejoicing. Dale walked around in front of her, then roughly grabbing her by the arm, raised her to her feet.
"Oopsie!" Dale grinned malevolently as he reached down and grabbed her skirt by the waistband, ripping it a bit. "Well, that's a shame, it's not any good anymore. Better remove it!" Dale looked down and reached his other hand for the skirt in order to rip it off completely. That second of distraction was all it took.
Dale's vision darkened before he even realized what had happened. Next a searing pain shot through his neck, coupled with a struggle to breathe. It was only at this point that he realized he was flat on the floor, his larynx crushed to the point where he could not speak. In shock, he blinked to try to regain his eyesight, and squinted up at a blurry figure towering over him.
I'll kill that damn whore for this, Dale screamed internally, his pudgy face going red from a mix of asphyxia and fury. However, all thoughts suddenly fled his mind when his vision finally cleared enough for him to see the individual before him. Where once quivered a meek, humble servant, now stood the horrifying image of...