Tyler was a bastard. He pinned Susie down. He spit on her. He tossed her around like a rag doll. He tried repeatedly jamming his fingers into her vagina. He was evil.
Susie would fear the moments alone together.
One day Susie bought a big hunting knife from Big Five Sporting Goods. When she found Tyler tending to his piece of shit, 1990 Kawasaki Ninja 250R, she rammed the monstrous knife into Tyler's left eye.
She uttered only one word; "Idiot".
The knife stuck a few inches deep, while a screaming Tyler moved about wildly, howling ever so higher pitched until he dropped to the ground.
Susie watched with a sort of amused bewilderment. The blood, the screams, the man grounded by flesh frailty.
Thumbs up Susie. You had a good day, as I've been told.