As she stood there, getting onto her knees with her hands on her head, she couldn't believe that this was happening to her. The warden towered over her, his face contorted in a look of pure malice. His hands were shaking as he pointed a shotgun at her head, his finger curled tightly around the trigger. But Jodie wasn’t going to let this rapist bastard take her alive.

'Turn around, bitch,' he hissed, his breath reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. 'Let daddy see that sexy ass. Bet you're nice and tight, just the way daddy likes it. Go on, bitch, move.'

Jodie couldn't believe the disgusting filth that was spewing from his mouth. She could feel his hot, fetid breath on her face, invading her personal space.

'Why do you want my ass?' Jodie couldn't help but ask, her voice shaking with fear and anger. 'I don't have a dick. I thought daddy liked faggots.'

The warden let out a guttural roar, his face turning an even darker shade of red. He pressed the barrel of the shotgun even closer towards Jodie's face.

'I'm not fucking gay!' he screamed. 'I will show you fucking gay while I'm cumming in your fucking ass, you stupid fucking bitch! Now turn the fuck around, you slut, or I will blow your fucking head off!'

'Okay, okay, I'm moving,' she said, trying to placate the angry warden. With the shotgun only inches away from her face, Jodie started to move.

Jodie knew that she needed to act fast. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her body, giving her a boost of strength and speed. Using her enhanced speed, she snatched the shotgun from the warden's hand and in a split second, she had shifted her position so that the warden was now staring down the barrel of the shotgun.

The warden's eyes widened in shock as he realized what had just happened. He stumbled back, his arms flailing as he tried to regain his balance.

With a sly grin, Jodie said, 'How does it feel now, daddy?, get on your fucking knees now’.

'Now it's my turn, you sick bastard,' Jodie growled, her voice dripping with venom. 'You're going to pay for what you've done.' The warden's face paled as he realised he was no longer in control. Jodie had gained the upper hand, and he knew he was in trouble.

'Try to fucking ass rape me you dirty cunt, who the fuck do you think you are?' Jodie yelled, her finger tightening on the trigger. 'I'm not one of your inmates. Yeah, I read your diary, you sick twisted fuck, I should stick this shotgun up your saggy ass and pull the trigger.'

The warden tried to run, but Jodie was too quick for him. She lunged at him and kicked him in the face, shattering his nose, knocking him to the ground. The look of shock and fear on the warden's face was apparent. He was not used to someone else being in control.

Jodie grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, forcing him to look into her eyes. She demanded that he explain why he used to ass rape his inmates and why he was so obsessed with men's anuses. Her voice was filled with rage and disgust.

'It's fucking disgusting, it makes me want to puke,' Jodie hissed.

The warden stuttered and stammered, trying to come up with a convincing lie, but Jodie wasn't buying it. She could see through his facade of power and control, and she knew that he was just a weak, twisted man who preyed on the vulnerable.

Jodie continued to interrogate the warden, demanding to know why he had abused his position and assaulted the inmates. The warden hesitantly began to confess, his words laced with shame and guilt. He had always felt a perverse fascination with men's assholes. As a child, he had been molested by his uncle, and that had sparked an obsession with anal sex.

'I couldn't control myself,' he stuttered, tears streaming down his face. 'I couldn't resist them. I know what I did was wrong, but I couldn't help it.'

Jodie's blood boiled as she listened to the warden's sickening words. She pushed him to the ground and stood over him, her shotgun still aimed at his head.

'You disgusting pervert,' she spit. 'You need help, and I'm going to make sure you get it,  you're going to pay for what you've done, and I'll make sure your victims get justice.'

The warden was sobbing uncontrollably now, fully aware of the gravity of his actions. Jodie had taken away his power, his control, and he knew he deserved everything that was coming to him.

'You think you can do whatever you want, just because you have this badge?' Jodie said, taunting him. 'Well, not anymore. You're just a pathetic little man, and I'm going to make sure you pay for your sins.'

“Don’t fucking cry, you little bitch,” Jodie spat as she stood over him. “You couldn’t help it? You couldn’t help fucking those dead bodies either? You were going to do that to me too, weren’t you?”

The thought raged through her head as she gripped the shotgun. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, blowing off the warden’s foot. She latched open the barrel of the shotgun to check the chamber, relieved to find that she still had one shell left.

The warden was crying like a little bitch, begging for his life. Jodie just laughed and walked over to his table, pouring herself a glass of whiskey and necking it back in one. She could see the fear in the warden’s eyes, and she was loving every second of it.

“You want to know what’s coming to you?” Jodie questioned, her voice dripping with malicious intent. “You’re going to experience every ounce of fear and pain that you inflicted on your victims.”

In a last ditch attempt at survival, the warden crawled across the floor trying desperately to get his hands on Jodie.

She cocked the shotgun and pointed it at the warden, watching as he squirmed and pleaded for his life. Jodie couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and control in this moment, and it exhilarated her. Jodie knew there was no consequences for her actions, there was no law, no government, this monster rapist deserved to die.