If the devil needed inspiration for evil, it would be Ruby Spry - a lifelong Christian with a sadistic streak who spent years abusing her foster, adopted, and biological children while presenting herself as the community's godmother, a supposed savior for unwanted children.

For years, she starved, beat, and locked away the unfortunate children under her care, all while verbally tormenting their fragile psyches. Even worse, she was featured in parenting magazines, YouTube videos, and charity organizations, celebrated as a model caregiver while being the vilest parent any child could have the misfortune of knowing.

To make matters worse, she exploited her own biological daughter as a tool for fraud, siphoning money from Make-A-Wish foundations and charities for children with terminal illnesses. She hoarded the donations for herself, leaving her daughter with nothing.

Fortunately, her reign of terror ended when one of the foster children she had chained up in a shed managed to escape. The boy, weak and malnourished, stumbled to the nearest police station, where officers found him in the worst condition of his life. Despite his suffering, he was lucky to be alive. The police rushed him to a hospital, where he was treated for severe malnourishment.

What followed was the unraveling of Ruby Spry's monstrous empire. The police raided her home, uncovering children of various ages - sick, malnourished, and living in filth so appalling that it would make an episode of Hoarders look pristine.

Ruby Spry was arrested immediately. However, due to her political connections, charitable ties, and public contributions, she received a laughable sentence of just ten years in prison. Though she avoided a harsher punishment, her reputation was destroyed. Once released, she was forced to leave town, retreating to a rundown mobile home in the middle of nowhere. There, she spent her days drinking heavily and watching television, a hollow shell of the feared matriarch she once was.

One evening, while drowning in her own misery, the power in her mobile home went out. Enraged at missing her favorite soap operas, Ruby stormed outside - only to be met by a chilling sight.

A crowd of hooded figures surrounded her mobile home, standing eerily still in the dim light.

Drunk and furious, she slurred, "Who the fuck are you people?"

Silence. Then, one figure stepped forward, slowly lowering their hood to reveal a face Ruby knew all too well - it was her daughter, the very girl she had exploited for charity fraud.

"Hello, Mother Dearest," her daughter said, smirking.

Before Ruby could react, two figures grabbed her, binding her hands tightly. Reality crashed down on her, and she shrieked in terror, realizing exactly what was happening. These people - these hooded figures - weren't strangers.

They were her children.

The ones she had starved.

The ones she had beaten.

The ones she had locked away and tortured.

One by one, they removed their hoods, revealing the familiar faces of her foster, adopted, and biological children - each one seething with righteous fury.

Ruby's lip curled in disdain as she spat, "You ungrateful little shits. After everything I did for you, this is how you repay me?"

Her daughter scoffed, stepping closer. "I wouldn't exactly call our childhood heaven on earth, Mother. Starvation, beatings, psychological torment - no child should have endured what we did."

She crossed her arms and continued, her voice dripping with venom.

"After that pathetic excuse of a sentence, some of your children took their own lives. Others tried, but I stopped them - I showed them a better path. And now, it's time for justice."

She motioned to the others, who began hurling vicious words at Ruby - years of pent-up rage spilling out as they let her have it. But Ruby, ever defiant, stared back at them with the same remorseless, wicked gleam in her eyes.

Then, the distant sound of an engine rumbled through the night. The crowd parted, revealing a rusty red tractor rolling toward them.

Ruby's eyes widened in horror.

She knew that machine.

She had used it to punish children who tried to escape her farm of horrors, tying them behind it and dragging them across the jagged ground - sending a brutal message to any others who dared defy her.

Her daughter ran a hand along the rusted metal and smirked. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

A hooded figure climbed into the driver's seat, looking down at Ruby with cold intent.

Her daughter knelt beside her, her voice soft but menacing. "After you were arrested, I vowed to make things right. I spent years gathering your victims - our brothers and sisters. We all had one thing in common, Mother? we wanted you to suffer."

She stood up, brushing dirt from her hands. "And now, it's your turn on Old Rusty."

With that, the boy who had escaped all those years ago stepped forward, staring into the eyes of the woman who had nearly killed him. Then, without hesitation, he and the others tied Ruby to the back of the tractor.

She thrashed and screamed, but there was no one left to save her.

The engine roared to life.

The tractor lurched forward, dragging her across the sharp, jagged rocks.

Ruby Spry - once the terror of so many children - was reduced to nothing but screams, blood, and agony.

As her tortured shrieks filled the night, her children watched, their expressions unmoved.

Then, as if to mark the end of an era, they set fire to her mobile home.

The flames roared, casting eerie shadows as the group of survivors - once victims - danced and sang in celebration.

Justice had finally been served.