Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane do?

Kick Her In The Balls!

There were two big targets, and they were in range. Lois Lane thrust her phone forward and closed her eyes as she thumbed the button to trigger the camera flash—just enough distract for her to step forward and bring her foor up, the toes of her foot driving straight into the demon's testicles. The reporter actually wince as pain shot through her big toe, the nail snapping and the digit cracking audibly as she drove her foot as far up into the demon's body cavity as she could.

The demon, disoriented by the flash or the blow or both, made a **** noise and dropped to one knee. Her head dropping down to the level of the reporter's chest.

Not one to ignore a target like that, Lois grabbed the demon's horns and yanked downward and brought her right knee up. The impact with the demon's chin sent a shaft of pain down her leg, but as the reporter let the horns go the head snapped back, a dribble of black blood splashing out of the mouth...and then the demon was on its back, and Lois could see the stairs.

She just wanted to make sure the demon didn't follow her.

Adrenaline burning through her body, Lois Lane was feeling almost no pain as she brought heel down on the swollen scarlet gonads. The demon howled, white eyes wide, but the reporter stomped and stomped, putting all of the weight she could into each of a half a dozen blows. A part of her wished at that moment that she still had her spiked heels, so that she could drive them straight through the demon's nutsack and perforate that baggy scrotum.

Lois kept going until she swore she heard something pop—and then she leaped over the prostrate demon and began to climb the stairs.

Even though she wasn't feeling the full effects of her injuries, Lois nearly slipped on the stairs, her right leg not working right. She didn't have time to look at it, only scrabbled and hopped as best she could. Her mind immediately went back to the statue, to the switch or catch that had caused it to move...if she could find it, maybe she could trap that thing down there...on the other hand, the bottomless reporter could just hobble her naked ass out the Black Door and take her chances with the elevator back up to the club.