Marla's cruel justice

"You worms dare to sully the streets of Gruant with your sticky fingers?" Justice Marla's fiery red hair fluttered in the breeze as she addressed the trembling thieves, her green eyes glinting with a sadistic amusement. "Your punishment shall serve as a warning to all who wish to follow your despicable path!"

The crowd gathered around the makeshift podium in the town square, eager to see what cruel fate the notorious guard had in store for the petty criminals. They whispered among themselves, sharing tales of her previous public shamings. Her methods were severe, but effective - a single look from her could turn the bravest of souls to quivering masses.

"Strip!" she bellowed, her voice echoing through the cobblestone streets. The thieves exchanged panicked glances at the dozens of city guard's behind Marla before reluctantly complying. "You shall feel the sting of your own folly, as you clean the very cobblestones you sought to defile with your bare hands!"

Marla's words were like a siren's call to a creature lurking in the shadows. Lila, a cunning fairy with a penchant for mischief and an eye for injustice, watched the spectacle from the safety of her hiding spot. She felt a spark of something she hadn't felt in ages - a yearning for retribution. The guard's actions were too much, even for the rough streets of this city. With a flutter of her translucent wings, she descended closer, her curiosity piqued by the woman's brutal form of justice.

The thieves were now on their hands and knees, scrubbing at the ground with their bare skin. Their pain was clear, but Marla's smile grew wider with each stroke of their makeshift brushes. The townsfolk jeered and threw rotten vegetables, enjoying the free entertainment. But amidst the cacophony of laughter and insults, a new sound began to stir. A faint giggle, as light as a feather, grew into a cackle that seemed to dance on the edges of their consciousness.

Lila stepped into the sunlight, her mischievous grin spreading as she took in the scene. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly mirth, and she knew that Marla's days of unchecked power were numbered. The guard had no idea of the whirlwind she was about to unleash upon herself, the kind of humiliation that would make these thieves' punishment seem like a gentle reprimand.