Drawing fiery symbols in the air with her wand, Morticia finished her spell and a lightning bolt struck the ground.

She studied the abusive rat, but knew calling him that was an insult to vermin. More accurately, he was a putrid, festering pustule on a louse's ass. For hurting her sister, he deserved this and more.

One thing was certain. He'd never hurt a partner again, not unless a different type of female took pity on him and he then harmed her, too.

Morticia gave him one final look, smiled grimly, and walked away.

Behind her, the transformed man-now-roach trembled.

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