Up until I was seventeen I experienced physical, verbal, mental, and sexual abuse at the hands of two men. I don't think about it as often now, but for a very long time it was nearly all I *could* think about. And the conclusion I came to was this: If I could, I would have them castrated, to prevent them inflicting the worst damage on anyone else. If I had the chance to beat them up, to punch and kick and yell and so on with no risk whatsoever to myself... I wouldn't. If I could impose the death penalty... I wouldn't. But if I had the chance to make them fear - if I could fix it for them to spend a solid hour or more sweating and trembling in panic, for them to be unable to go to sleep at night, for them to visibly flinch every time a door bangs or a firework goes off, to give them panic attacks because someone in the street is wearing a certain colour jacket or if a particular song comes on the radio, for a decade afterwards... oh yes. I would do that in a heartbeat.