Trigger warnings: Mentions of rape, non-consensual interactions. Violence and blood. Misandry and so on. Read at your own risk. 

Halloween. The most exciting time of the year for Isabella. The time when she got to be whoever she wanted to be and not just a beautiful woman everyone desired.

It was always refreshing to put on a scary costume. It felt like changing skins, allowing Isabella to be someone different from who the world saw and craved. And even though sometimes being desirable felt good, it lifted her self-confidence, most of the time it was disturbing.

How many men would do anything she told them only to spend a night with her was very unsettling. What was worse was that they never bothered to know her. All they cared about was her outward beauty.

"Isabella, why do you always choose the most gruesome costumes?" Genevieve, one of her friends who never understood her, asked. "For once, can you be normal and choose a sexy nurse costume or something?"

Peer pressure was a real thing.

Even though she wanted nothing more than to be as gruesome and disgusting as she wanted, her friend's words reminded her that she had an image to maintain. It was expected of her. Besides, some of her parents' friends' children would be there, and apparently, it was better to look like a lady of the night than a night creature from hell.

"Oh, by the way, did you hear about Rebecca?" Genevieve asked while Isabella did her best to successfully put on the uncomfortably tight Catwoman costume.

"No, what happened?" she asked, curious as to why the third part of their trio hadn't shown up yet for their dress-up session.

"Girl, don't you know she went crazy?" Genevieve said, using the high-pitched voice Isabella hated the most. "She claimed that Noah assaulted her. Can you believe that? As if he couldn't get it any other way with a face like his."

The giggle that followed that statement made the bile rise in Isabella's throat. How could anyone talk like that about their friend was beyond her. Especially having in mind that Rebecca was not the type of person to make things up, that was one thing Isabelle knew for sure about her friend's personality. Because of some family issues that resulted from lies, Rebecca never told any. She was disgusted by them.

Genevieve should have known that better than anyone, and she probably did. Yet, she still chose to stand on the side of a good-looking guy instead of her best friend, who was traumatized for life and all alone while they were chatting merrily, getting ready for another pointless party.

"Just because he is handsome, you think it's okay for him to force himself on someone?" she asked, disgusted by her shallow-minded friend.

"Well, yes, she couldn't find a better person to get it on with," Genevieve said wistfully.

"And what if she doesn't want to 'get it on', as you said, with him," Isabella said, fury lifting up like a storm from her heart to her mind, consuming all in its way. "Isn't her right to say no, and shouldn't that piece of dirt you call a handsome man respect that?"

There was a strange tint to her anger that Isabella didn't recognize, but that made the rage swell so much more than she ever thought possible. It felt like she needed to break something, to make someone pay.

"What are you..." Genevieve started to say, but Isabella cut her off instantly.

"I need to go," Isabella said, taking off with a speed that wasn't natural.

One small part of her conscious mind realized that something was off once she started leaping from building to building with only one focus in her mind.

"Noah has to pay for what he has done," Isabella repeated like a mantra. "Let him taste the bitterness and pain of being powerless."

The trip to Noah's house was short and confusing as Isabella didn't register anything going on around her on her way. Her singlemindedness stopped her from thinking about anything but making that entitled creep pay for his crimes.

As luck would have it, Noah was alone in his large manor.

The game of mouse and cat could begin.

A creepy smile took over Isabella's face, looking extraordinarily bright in contrast to her completely dark Catwoman costume. It made her seem even more eerie in the dim lighting of the house as darkness embraced the rest of the world.

"Noaaaah," she called out spookily, attaching herself to the ceiling with her newly grown claws. "Noaaah, let's play."

Upon hearing the eerie voice calling out his name, Noah stopped dressing up for the party, looking around in apprehension. However, it never occurred to him to look up where a beautiful face turned terrifying looked at him with thirst. Thirst for vengeance.

When he looked around with huge eyes and an utterly confused expression, Isabelle started laughing creepily, making his heart beat so fast that she could hear it thumping away in his chest. It would have been so easy to reach out, pull his heart out, and end him.

However, that would have been an easy way out for someone like him. No, Isabelle wanted him to suffer, to shiver. To feel as powerless as he made her friend feel.

"I heard you like to play games," Isabella sang creepily. "Why don't you play with me?"

"Who are you?" Noah screamed in terror. "Where are you?"

"Right here," Isabella answered, jumping to land just behind him and pushing him onto a nearby bed. "And I am ready to play, meow."

Landing on the bed with a thump, Noah looked up at her, terror morphing into something far more annoying.

Lust.

He was attacked by a woman hanging from a ceiling, and he still dared to want her.

As he tried to get up with a half-smile forming on his face upon realizing that he was faced with a living being, and a beautiful one at that, Isabella pushed him down viciously, making him wince in pain as his back hit the bed. Still, it was clear that the guy was turned on by the action.

"I am ready, too," he said eagerly. "You can do whatever you want to me, baby."

The look he gave her made Isabella want to gauge his eyes out. But being a patient woman could pay off. After all, chasing after prey may be fun, but the said prey laying down in your trap all by itself made things so much easier. She could get it all done quickly and move on to punish the next guy who thought he could do whatever he wanted just because he was born male.

"Alright then," Isabella said seductively. "Lay still while I tie you down."

"Oh, you like it rough," Noah said, his lascivious look making Isabella wish to throw up in his face. "I can do that."

Once she had securely tied him up, Isabella went to his kitchen, chose the perfect meat cleaver, sharp and efficient, and returned to the bedroom.

"Now, then, which little piggy will go to the market first," Isabella said, looking at Noah's fingers carefully, like a person choosing the best option out of many. "Which finger did you put on my friend?"

Finally, it seemed to dawn on the guy that he wasn't part of an elaborate foreplay but something far more sinister.

"What's going on?" He asked, his voice so shrill that it hurt Isabella's ears. "Isabella, is that you?"

The mask hiding her features wasn't doing a great job, and he should have recognized her sooner. But his mind was clouded by more animalistic needs, so he didn't figure things out in time.

"I was always more of an action girl," Isabella said sternly. "Let me show you what's going on."

The next second, she spread his fingers on the headboard of his bed and, in one swift move, cut off his pointing finger, blood splashing everywhere while he hauled in pain. It was the most satisfying sound Isabella had ever heard, making some of the thirsts she couldn't define subside. She wasn't sure if the cravings were hers or someone else's. All she knew was that they needed quenching.

The disgusted feeling didn't go away with his finger. Isabella was still utterly disturbed, furious that he would dare touch such an innocent and kind girl who was her friend. It ate at her heart to imagine how terrified Rebecca was, and she wanted him to pay back in fear and pain.

In that moment of fury, she hated not only Noah but all the men who thought that because they had power, they could use it to get anyone and anything they wanted. To them, it didn't matter how that person felt. Nothing mattered but their own sick gratification. Who were they to do that? How dared they?

And if she needed to turn into the monster she despised the most to make them pay, Isabella, or whatever she had become, didn't have any problems becoming one. After all, they had it coming, didn't they?

Isn't that what they always say about the women they violate, that they had it coming, that they provoked them. Well, tables were about to turn on them.

Even though it wasn't Isabella thinking that, there was something else there, something more, the essence of who Isabella was didn't object to it. She might have opposed the blood and gore, as she was sensitive to those, but she also thought he deserved to be punished. The fact that she could no longer control herself was scary but also gratifying, in a way, because nothing was stopping her from exacting their revenge, the revenge of all the women who suffered at the hands of men.

"You are crazy!" Noah shouted once he stopped screaming. "What did I ever do to you?"

"What did my friend ever do to you?" she yelled back.

"You don't understand we are men. It's in our biology..." he started justifying himself.

"Oh, cut the crap!" she screamed in his face. "In the present day, you could have an open relationship, pay a prostitute, or even do a role play to satisfy your sick urges. It was your choice to satisfy them without the other person's consent. Thus, I'll cut you up into small pieces without your consent. Fair is fair."

"No, no, please don't," he sniveled pathetically. "I'll do anything you want. I'll change. You've already hurt me enough. You've had your revenge!"

"Nope, I made a mistake," she said, smiling thoughtfully. "You see, I cut off the wrong finger. I'll have to remedy that."

Then she unfurled his other fist and straightened out his thumb, slicing it off efficiently.

"No opposable thumbs is a better punishment for you," she said thoughtfully. "If you want to act like an animal, you should live as one as well."

His howls of pain didn't touch her heart in the slightest. It was like she was in a rage-induced trance, feeling no pity whatsoever for the low life who dared dirty the innocence of her poor, naive friend.

"Seeing you squirming in pain..." Isabella said as if in a trance. "Well, that's the beauty of power. It can be so easily turned against those who wield it if only one has the right tools to do so or, in my case, supernatural assistance. Remember that the next time your 'biological urges' kick in."

Noah seemed too lost in the overwhelming pain to register anything she was saying while blood soaked his perfectly white sheets, making the sight all the more satisfying for Rebecca. He deserved to swim in his own blood.

"Nine one one, what is your emergency?" The voice asked after Isabella hesitantly dialed the number.

"A pig is bleeding out. Send an ambulance, or it will be a goner soon," Isabella said, dropping the phone to the ground next to the screaming and swiveling pathetic worm who thought being the real man was all about who he was getting on with, consensual or not.

Well, now he knew better and was lucky that all Isabella cut off were his fingers as she was tempted to cut off something else entirely. Murdering him also crossed her mind, but she refused to give him an easy way out.

There was always the next time if he didn't keep his word.

The Catwoman was always there, watching. Hunting for the hunters who quickly became the prey in her claws.

Soon, all the city's predators knew there was something far more dangerous than them.

Thus, they learned to control their 'biology' when the other option was being liberated of a few fingers or something far more valuable.