Three young women had conspired to take their revenge. Murder, but perhaps justifiable. They waited for their master to return, a monstrous man who would soon arrive, flying towards them over the horizon.

In his own personal helicopter.

"I am going to go through with this. We have a pact." Ayaan told her sisters-in-arms. Each of the women held the weapon that each had chosen, behind her back.

"My stab will be the swiftest and the most committed." the girl they called Rephaim spoke with her very soft and delicate voice. Her words did not match her gentle nature. That is the extent to which the man's abuse had changed her. Rephaim said 'stab' but she had not chosen a knife. Not painful enough. Had he hesitated to consider her pain, not so long ago?

"I am the first, I will be the first. You two can have whatever blood is left in his body when I am done." Sheishei was a little older and had suffered longer, even in a way she hated to admit. Even though she had loathed his bed, seeing him replace her once and twice had also hurt, inexplicably. She wanted to pull out his eyeballs and throw them from the helipad on the tall building.

The helicopter landed. These were all rare desert flowers. Gentle and humble women that had been twisted into killers by his cruelty. He had created these monsters.

"My wives greet me." He smiled as he climbed from his helicopter. He turned his back to them to get something. Probably a briefcase or something he needed to unbuckle and take the handle of.

Behind his back the almost silent swishing of black dresses, hijab and everything, approached. His final moment alive was spent getting some briefcase. When he turned they would be upon him. As one they came to him, to 'greet' him. But then all three women stopped in unison.

He had another, so young and beautiful, her eyes sparkling with youth and vitality. She was pure and innocent still, he hadn't used her yet. She smiled at her new friends. They were all horrified, conflicted. They looked at one another questioning what to do now.

"Now what?" Rephaim asked.

"Uh...um...I wasn't expecting this." Ayaan frowned.

"I don't know either. It was now or never. But that isn't right. We cannot do this...in front of a child." Sheishei said loud enough that the man heard her speaking and turned. He didn't hear or comprehend her words. Women don't say or do anything important, so he paid no attention. Women could talk, like parrots could. A mere parlor trick in case the husband wants to hear a woman speak, or needs her to command the slaves.

"This is Shahazred." He introduced the girl. "Newest wife."

"I am so happy to be here and to meet you." Shahazred grinned and gazed. Pure innocence. The awfulness that the three confused women felt was almost palatable.

"Don't be jealous of her!" the man laughed, noticing his other wives were acting kinda funny. It was a rare moment that he paid attention to their mood, but he had wanted to see their reaction. He took it to mean that Shahazred was an excellent prize, so very young and beautiful. His wives noted that she was just eighteen, barely more than a child. In most places she would be regarded as a child. Here, she was about to be on a bed.

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Among the three, Ayaan had not changed her mind at all. She had indeed hesitated, but that dissipated as she gripped her weapon-of-choice.

"Husband, with honor, may we instruct her?" Ayaan asked, her cunning and commitment making her clever. She was actually very intelligent, which only made her subjection that much more of an atrocity.

Shahazred was smart too, just naiave. She sensed something was wrong. She looked at each of the wives, and she knew they were not right. Something evil was in their eyes. She shuddered and retreated behind her husband, hiding herself from the other wives. A kind of fear had crept into her heart. Something here was not right.

"Absolutely not. What a dreadful proposition. I should beat you for saying something so perverted. How dare you? It is not your place to 'instruct' her. You would rob me of my enjoyment of her?" he scowled. Rarely did he speak to Ayaan instead of simply backhanding her.

"Shut up. You are cruel and you just want to hurt her. You enjoy hurting her, taking her innocence by force." Ayaan said with a very committed volume of voice. Even the other two wives that had plotted to kill the husband were shocked at her words and raised voice.

He said nothing. Did nothing. He just stared like she had not just done that. Less words had gotten wives killed by nicer men than him. Legally.

"Ayaan?" Rephaim could not believe that such a moment was upon them. Ayaan had forced their move. If they did not act he would beat her to death as soon as it sank in that she had defied him so absolutely.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Sheishei was suddenly laughing. Her adrenaline was spiking in a major way, exciting and welcome. "Yes, that is right, husband. You have a very small prick, I never cried out because I never even felt it. Not even when you sodomized me. Did you pretend I was a male?"

"You wives. What?" His eyes were wide. He was so surprised he had no reaction, yet.

"No! No! Sheishei you are mistaken. He pretended you were a goat. His seed is only goat's milk anyway. I've tasted it and it doesn't even taste as good as rotten milk." Rephaim's delicate and slow speech was punctuated by her little 'no, no' which was loud for her voice, but still quiet. Her insult was possibly the best one yet and the man was reeling with disbelief.

Did they want to die?

"Husband! They intend to kill you!" Shahazred had figured out what was happening.

As she warned him the three women sprang at him, terrible weapons of maximum creative meditation were raised to make deadly strikes as they rushed him. They would have torn him apart like a piece of paper, so primeval was their zealous vengeance, except...

Except Shahazred stepped in front of her husband to protect him like a bodyguard taking a bullet for an employer.

They did not slay her and their momentum was broken.

"Out of my way, I will crack their heads for this." He shoved his human shield aside.

The weapons went back up to begin their work, now that Shahazred was out of the way.

He never landed any blows.

Bloody work began and it took the vicious harpies nearly two minutes to kill him.

As he died he stared in-turn into each of their eyes. He didn't really comprehend why they were killing him. The pain he felt from their carefully selected arsenal and many stabs prevented any realization.

Really, they had killed not just a man, but something else, something old that had been waiting for this for a long time. Something that wanted to die, after seeing the result of what had begun ages ago become so corrupt.

A new Golden Age had begun. They would be executed, of course. Until then, they were finally alive in a way they had never felt.

"Oh, husband...dear sweet husband!" Shahazred had gotten herself all bloody embracing his dead body in mourning. She would be executed too, of course.

The three women stood there admiring their handiwork and breathing hard. They looked at each other, panting. A strange laughter arose in them and they group-hugged, swaying and giggling. They had done it.

They had done it.