Rape Ninja Knockout Poem by Joshua Mccoy

As she was brushing her hair into long pigtails that highlighted her slender frame, there was a cry of sheer pain for help downstairs in a voice that made Sayori rush from her room to the downstairs living room. When she reached the bottom stair, her eyes grew wide and she gasped for breath…
Her mother lay battered on the ground with blood flowing from both corners of her mouth, struggling from the grip of her father who stood above her holding her head upright by her long hair. She screamed for help with tears streaming down her face as he repeatedly lashed out at her face bare handed like a ruthless boxer abusing punching bag.
This kind of argument had happened before and Sayori had cried the last time curled into a ball but now she stood poised with blade resting at his throat slowly adding pressure. She had moved with ninja speed to him from twelve feet in two seconds and now stood behind his pale white face.
Her father took his bloody and tortured victim and threw her against the wall with one arm and without the slightest hesitation, threw his head back in a head butt to her face, freeing himself, threw a sharp low blow to her stomach, sending her spiraling to the ground as he regained his poise. Sayori glanced at the horror limp against the wall and charged at her father with eyes swelled with hate and a straight forward sword. He dodged again except this time tripping her with one foot and harshly stomping on her fallen back with the other. He reached down and lifted her by the neck to put her face beauty to pug. Sayori looked into his eyes and spit a special made acid from her mouth into his face. He covered his face with his palms in pain as Sayori stood before him and released a fury of thirty three bone crushing blows to his chest and face with such rapid movement, his body was blown away with the final strike through the wall her mother laid to rest, out into the street.
As to stay on routine, Sayori went upstairs and changed into her sexy pink lingerie and revealing tank top, it was sunday morning and time for church.