I daresay that it depends on who and why.
There IS one little fucking piece of dog shite that I would absolutely without a doubt, with utter certainty, make their life a living hell if ever I saw her in a position of dire need. It would get a lot direr and fast.
My former housemate, the nasty, poisonous, sneaking, thieving manipulative passive aggressive noxious borderline-as-all-HELL monstrous serpentine little gorgonslut bitch creature from perdition. Nastiest, most underhand little serpent I have ever had the misfortune to know. I invited her over to stay here with me at my place from the US, on condition she fund the transport itself, after some pretty horrific evidence of being abused by family, violently and a then BF had been accused of rape, by her again. At the time mind you she was a pretty good friend (or went out of her way to hide whatever manner of slobbering, tentacled Lovecraftian abomination that lurks inside the bitch from hell. But after I'd taken her in, all at my own expense, taken care of her, put a roof over her head, food on her plate, introduced her to some of my mates so she had the opportunity to socialize...well lets just leave it at saying she was a compulsive and EXTREMELY sneaky, backstabbing, two-faced liar. A thief-stole money from my folks, who had none to spare, I have no proof of this-but I really think it likely she has probably done the same to me. I actually clocked the little cow waiting until my old man went to the bog in the morning after he woke up and quickly running into his room where she'd gone through his wallet and helped herself, the thieving little shite. She stole a cat. No idea to this day who's it was, stole a kitten too, amd again no idea who the kitten's staff members had been, but walked into the room I'd given little miss thieving cow bitch creature features.
And..a young kitten, I'd guess a year old or so perhaps, although I'd no way to tell, no collar, and he carried no ID:P Grey-silver, quite a slight little slip of a cat really. Was pretty damned pissed off about her pulling that crap. Eventually, first cat had managed to do a houdini and escape, the crazy crow-eaten carcass just went out and bleedin' well stole a 'fresh' one. Absolutely unbelievable although given the circumstances I didn't really have much I could do about the fact. Given she shouldn't exactly have been here in the first place, given that she'd just gone and sodding cat-napped the little guy, and his predecessor, and the lab, albeit temporarily mothballed, still, a lot more attention than I'd want.
Tried to get a guy murdered too, nearly succeeded in that one; even went apewaste against a friend of mine when we went round to see the guy, started shouting and screaming abuse when he allegedly 'got too close to her face' (he had not, in consensus reality, done anything whatsoever to her. And THEN the crazy cow actually, while not for a brief moment, screaming and acting like a total cunt (who am I kidding...ACTING?
) she actually pulled a knife on the guy and threatened to stab him if he came any closer. Guy was..livid is not the word, not even close. And whilst he is a decent bloke in general, he's not someone to mess with, and to be honest I don't know how she walked away alive if I am quite honest. That night she kicked off at my friend, I am absolutely astonished beyond words that he didn't tear her head off her shoulders, leaving her running around for a moment like a decapitated chicken until the body realized it was done for and gave up the ghost.
All came to a head when she tried forcing my bedroom door issuing demands I allow her in right then and there so she could feed her tropical fish tank. Long story short was getting dressed and told her no she couldn't. She had to wait. But no, crazy bitch from hell tried to break the fucking door down, and came charging into the room with a samurai sword. Had to draw my own blade to give myself a fair chance at....well...avoiding the fate of the steak in the fridge right now that I am going to have for supper. I.e killed, filleted, and quite probably cooked and/or worse besides (me, that is, courtesy of little-miss-psychotic-bitchpants, there is no 'maybe' and no question whatsoever that the steak is a gonner
as soon as I've eaten the mouthful of dried, seasoned salt and pepper and chilli beef I'm jawing on right now.
Anyhow managed to overpower devilharlot chops and kick her then and there out into the cold night without a damn thing, not before I'd searched everything did she get any of it back. Found she'd been stealing my meds of all kinds, bit by bit to try and gain a hold on me. Under her bed, big fucking pile of them, enough stomach meds, antisickness stuff, muscle relaxers, pain meds, antiseizure med and all manner of other shit, anything from uppers to tranks and mushies, and things infinitely rarer and more unusual things besides. The sort of things that it takes someone on the spectrum for.
Paid her back in kind there, as a great deal of meds that would have been useless to a new owner, those got flushed, so she could go rot. Others were......placed under new management:P.
At any rate, yes, if I saw her in agony. Suffering? dying? vulnerable to the crushing stamp of a boot onto the windpipe then shit fucking well hell yes. I'd toss her into a pit of poisonous snakes in a heartbeat. She'd be quite at home actually, come to think of it, she'd be amongst friends. Or, more accurately perhaps..amongst relatives,
