TW: this chapter will contain mentions of
      domestic violence, rape, drug use, and
      major violence. If you are uncomfortable
      with any of these topics, please refrain from
      reading until the next chapter is updated, or
      skip to the next one. If you are in a situation
      where you are being abused, drugged, or
      anything that includes somebody harming
      you or another, please seek help.

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Sam walked up to her office with a frown, looking at a yo man who was probably younger than her, watching her leg bounce up and down nervously as she started walking forward.

"Hello?" Sam cleared her throat as the woman stood up quickly.

"Are you Samara Willis? I've been sitting here for forever I thought that you were never going to show up—"

"What's the matter?" Sam asked in a calming voice as she unlocked the door, letting her walk in.

"I um... I need a lawyer. And I heard that you were a good one to go to for domestic violence..." Sam nodded slowly as she gestured for the woman to sit down.

"I guess I am. Do you have any documentation I could use? Evidence that might help?" The girl nodded and quickly started pulling out her phone, sliding it over.

"I um... I made a photo album on my— on my phone... of all the bruises and cuts... probably a broken bone in there, too." She wiped a tear away quickly as Sam was hesitant to swipe through the pictures.

Her mind wavered for a moment. Cases like these were always the hardest for her to do. "What's your name?" Sam asked, slowly looking up at her.

"Harley. Uh— Harley Benson." She answered, taking her phone back. He shirt slid up slightly, revealing a bruise on her wrist.

"The man— or woman that you are suing. How long have they been doing this?"

"Since we started dating five months ago. I tried... I really tried to get out of that relationship. I should have seen that they weren't a good person. But I— I was so scared of what he could do.." Sam quickly took Harley's hand, shaking her head.

"You've done everything right so far, Miss Benson. Trust me, this man can't win with all of this evidence. I saw some screenshots of texts. He's threatened you before, am I correct?"

Harley nodded slowly. "He threatened to kill my dog. So I— I sent her to live with my parents in Ohio. He's threatened to hang me so it looked like I killed myself and he'd get away with it I—" Harley choked up, Sam sliding the tissues on her desk closer to her.

"It's okay, Harley. I'll make sure he stays away from you. Does he live with you?" Sam asked, Harley shaking her head.

"God, no. He's been trying for forever, but we just started dating. He lives in this shitty place downtown where all the druggies overdose."

"Is he an addict?"

"Heroin. Cocaine. God you could arrest him for everything. He's been arrested so many times since we started dating. Now I know that this last thing he did is the reason I should have left in the first place." Harley laughed at her stupidity, and Sam frowned.

"What was he arrested for last time?"

"He um... raped a girl then took all of her money and drugged her... she— she almost died." Sam's fingers stopped moving over the keyboard as her stomach churned, slowly looking at Harley.

"How long was he in jail for?" Harley scoffed, swiping at her nose.

"Well you know his daddy doesn't want his son to be in jail forever. He bailed him out about a week ago. 120 thousand."

"His family rich?"

"Like they'd give him shit." Harley leaned back in her chair and shook her head. "They know his worth and they still get him out of jail."

"How... how rich is his family?"

"His family owns this huge casino in Vegas. They aren't billionaire rich but they're rich enough that they laugh at the poor people."

Sam let out a loud huff. "Sounds like pricks." Harley hummed, shaking her head as she mumbled.

"You don't even know the have of it."

There was a silence for a while before Sam cleared her throat. "This ex of yours... where does he live?"

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8:37 PM

Sam had decided that tonight was the night, standing on the other building in a full white suit made her stick out like a sore thumb, debating if she should go for a darker color.

White was techno her thing, though. She controlled light, her eyes turned white if she was using her other vision.

Sam looked through the building's wall and into where Harley said her boyfriend lived. She hadn't been wrong, this part of Hell's Kitchen reeked of trash and dead animals, maybe dead people.

She could see the man slumping around in his apartment that was practically falling apart, her wings flickering with adrenaline as they had waited for the moment for Sam to finally make her move.

"I'm going to get myself killed." She mumbled to herself as she raised her mask over her nose, swooping down and bursting through the man's window.

"HOLY SHIT—" the man screamed as Sam rolled and stood up quickly, watching him grab a gun. Her attempt to create a light rope was flawlessly awful, and instead she just knocked him back with a ball of white light.

Staring at the barely conscious man, Sam shrugged. "That works." She said before walking over to the man, who was whimpering with fear.

"What the fuck are you?!" He asked as she kicked the gun out of his hand, stepping on his dick and leaning down.

"I'm the bitch that's going to tell you something, and you're the little boy that'll listen, got that?" She asked as he groaned in pain. "No answer?" She pressed down hard on his dick, and he let out a yell of pain before nodding quickly.

"Great. Kind of sad that you'll beat the shit out of your girlfriend but you won't even try to fight back. Is it because I have a pair of wings? Or powers?" He stayed silent, and Sam hummed. "I'll just assume so."

Sam stepped off of the man's dick and he cried out, leaning against the other wall for support. "Now, here's what's gonna happen. You are going to to be charged for multiple accounts of domestic violence, rape, all of that shit without the possibility of being bailed out. You are going to plead yourself guilty, or I will be back here and chop off your balls like they do at a vet clinic." She threatened as the man glared at her.

"My dad'll get me out of jail when I call him."

"No. He won't. Because if you do call your dad, then I'll just cut off your dick in prison. Forget the balls, you're losing the whole thing." Sam threatened as the man laughed, slowly standing up.

"You think you're supposed to scare me? You can shoot lightning out of your hands but then what else you got? This fake pair of wings?" One of the wings slapped the man across the face, throwing him into the wall,

"I wouldn't hurt their feelings. They have a mind off their own. And no, I don't expect you to be scared of me. Just be scared if the things I can do."

"Jesus, lady you really are a freak." Sam paused for a moment before she shrugged, grabbing the man by his dick and pulsating a bolt of electricity through it. The man howled in pain and collapsed to the ground, sobbing.

Sam slowly looked down to him. "You really are a sad piece of shit."