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The shadows came to life before his incredulous eyes. Two female specters materialized, recognizing him with spectral voices.
-It can't be! I killed them! -he stammered as he identified his dead wives.
The apparitions advanced undaunted.
-We are here to make you pay for your crimes.
He sneered scornfully.
-What could you mere ghosts do to me?
A grave mistake. An icy shiver ran down his spine as the entities enveloped him in a sinister fog.
Suddenly, all the beatings, insults and abuse he had perpetrated against them in life replayed in his mind with excruciating clarity. He screamed and writhed, subjected to the same suffering he once inflicted.
The shadows wallowed in his agony, making him relive every blow, every forced abortion, every life taken with his own hands.
When they finally dissipated, he was no longer a man, but an empty shell, traumatized to the point of madness.
From then on he wandered the streets, muttering prayers and running from every woman, tormented by the spirits that haunted him every time he tried to take his own life.
At least one victim was able to rebuild her life in freedom, grateful to the avenging shadows that one day came to save her.