Death by Toilet Bowl

But nothing happened. Astra must be dead after all.

And then Stacy's hand felt something lying on the floor. Something hard and metallic. Something that had a grip. And a trigger. She grasped it and pointed it backwards right into the man's body and pulled the trigger.

Stacy felt a sudden shock as sparks flew around her body but it got the man much worse and he staggered back. She pulled her head out of the water and gasped in lungfuls of air.

She got on her feet and turned towards the man. He was still standing but dazed. She grabbed his head and smashed it into the side of the cubical and then stepped alongside him and brought his head down onto the edge of the toilet bowl which made a loud clang. She lifted his head up and smashed it down again, this time splitting his head open, blood gushing over the toilet seat and down into the bowl.. She left his head there and brought her boot up as high as she could and stamped down on his head with all her might. She hit him so hard that the porcelain actually shattered and blood stained water gushed out onto the tiled floor and around her boots.

Stacy staggered back and heard a groan from Astra. She was alive! She looked down at the weapon in her hand. It must be some sort of electric stun device.

Astra sat up rubbing her bare chest. "What the hell was that?" she said. "He shot me!" She massaged her right breast. "He shot me right in the tit! What kind of fucker shoots a woman in the tit?"

Stacy helped Astra to her feet and pointed at the man lying half in the cubicle. "This kind of fucker," she said. "And I'm telling you, he was a tough bastard."

The man was stirring and Astra grabbed him and turned him on his back. Where his head had been split open there was a red gash but the blood oozed over glistening grey metal. Suddenly he opened his eyes and Astra jolted back in surprise then immediately lunged back in with a punch.

"Aargh!" she said clutching her hand. "This guy's as hard as a rock."

"I'm sure all the guys are when you're around," said Stacy.

But Astra didn't hear her. She was too busy stamping the living crap out of the man's face. There was a crack and the man went limp as if Astra had snapped something inside him.

Astra stood back, crouched ready to pounce and breathing heavily. Some sort of cable protruded from the man's broken neck.

"Is he some sort of robot?" asked Stacy. She looked at Astra. "You know what robots are?"

"Yes I know what robots are. Of course."

"Is he some sort of robot?" asked Stacy again.

Astra nodded. "I think it's time to leave."

1. I'll get my coat

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