"...I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!" Lucy roared at the now smaller form of her father in her hand. Her sudden burst of growth made it so the man she despised fat perfectly in her palm. If she really wanted to, she could crush him like a bug.
A small part of Tom was also aware of this, but his raw anger had clouded his judgment. "Wrong answer you little runt. I helped bring you into this world! You! Owe! Me! Everything!"
"I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING!" Lucy fired back, her anger climbing ever higher. "ALL YOU EVER DO IS HURT ME!"
"I own you and I can do whatever the hell I want you little bitch!" Tom fumed. He was so tired of Lucy and so tired of that sad excuse for a woman he had back home. When he made it out of this he'd kill her and the brat.
"STOP CALLING ME NAMES!" The giantess warned. She was sick of her father, his insults, and his constant abuse. She was big and strong now, he didn't own her. "AND YOU DON'T OWN ME!"
Tom saw he had struck a nerve and a vile smile made itself present on his face. "Wrong a again, I do own you. You're not a person, you're property. I can do whatever I want with you. Who knows, maybe I'll do to you what I should've done the day you were born and drown you like a cat!"
Hearing that made Lucy's anger spike like nothing she'd ever felt before. This man... no, monster, had just threatened to kill her as if her life was of no consequence. She could feel her left eye begin to twitch uncontrollably and feel her heart beat from inside her chest.
Her hand suddenly felt heavy and her mind felt hazy, almost as if she was walking under water. Ever other sound around her in the forest was muddled and she was starting to see red.
Luke meanwhile was shocked at was he just witnessed. Tom was an asshole among assholes, but even then he still believed that all life was precious. At least that's what his mother taught him, even others wasted theirs.
So to see this girl crush her own father like a grape was beyond shocking. The man had just threatened to kill her and Lucy just snapped. She closed her fist around the man and all that could be heard were the faint sounds of screams and the cracking of bones. If Luke could compare Tom's death to anything, it was as if the man had been thrown into a trash compactor. Minus the stink.
When Lucy came too from her daze she felt a wet feeling dripping from in between her fingers. Looking down at the hand that housed her father she could see she'd tightened it into a fist and that red liquid was dripping from it. Had she... crushed him?
Slowly she opened her palm to reveal that that was indeed the case. She'd killed him. The monster that hurt her from the day she was born was now little more than gore and viscera in her hand.
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