It was dark. Cold. Moist. Strey waded in the waters fuming. The options she had to release the soul's grip on the body was endless. She spared no efforts in choosing her prey.
Shooting? Bombing? Drowning? Burning? Those were all too easy. The HHH needed to suffer dearly for the atrocities these people placed upon hers.
Strey felt her ancestors wanted vengeance and Strey knew no bounds.
She knew for every body she sent to hell, a soul of her people would be replenished and be well enough to travel to De Other Side.
Her efforts were limitless and Strey spared nothing to achieve her goals, but her number one question was always, "How?".
A pinky toe fell to the ground. The fore toe. The middle toe. The index and then the big toe.
Blood leaked profusely into the bucket. Project C screeched in pain, gargling insults. Even in this state, he was proud. C had no remorse. No shame. No regrets.
Strey chuckled to herself, "We are just getting started! So please, sit back, kick your feet up and enjoy the ride!
" She thought in her mind while she stared him down with a coldness that could rival the planet Neptune's.
She cut 3 inches into his foot with the bluntest saw blade she could find. And another, and another, and another.
Strey wanted to offer a piece of his body up to every life he stole and even then, it probably wouldn't be enough. C writhed in agony, the table wet from his sweat and tears.
The saliva drooled from his mouth. Strey paused for a few seconds when she made it up to his kneecap. She read the room, taking it all in. He no longer had any intelligible words.
Four other chairs lay in wait, parallel with the next. Project C's partners were naked and strapped to their needled chairs. Blood drained lightly from their open wounds.
Some clasped their eyes shut. Others stared at the ceiling and around the room. C stared straight into Strey's darkened eyes.
He wanted to die holding onto his pride and this was why he was chosen first.
Project C was a subdivision of the HHH who overseen the labor and workforce development.
In other words, they kidnapped the people of other races and enslaved them for odd jobs often times going back for their family members aiming to kill off entire lineages.
The children of those who were kept on were sold for a profit to the highest bidders being placed in the worst environments.
Child labor camps, pedophile rings, "parents" who wanted to adopt and paid for a child based off of looks, maids, playthings, and even child actors in some spaces.
The elder family members never lasted long and were murdered while their body parts were being sold for top dollar.
Ending your life was the only way out for all of her people in this dire predicament but most couldn't muster the courage to leave their loved ones behind to suffer alone.
So they stayed and worked until their deaths from stress, starvation, and exhaustion.
Strey waded in the water in her all black, skin tight wetsuit. Her hair slicked back in a bun, she blended in with the murky waters as she decided on how she would snatch their lives from them.
A scene of ragged limbs and skin and organs stained her mind and she had her answer. as she submerged into the water, barely leaving a ripple.
Gliding through the vents Strey struggled for a bit as the vents were tighter than the building plans had stated.
She made it through leaving small puddles in the ventilation system until she was above her prey. She found a comfortable spot and listened in on the conversation.
Project C and his crew spoke on distribution and logistics mentioning the people they've stolen. Her people. The flame lit up in her soul hearing about the suffering of her people.
The way they joked about them tilted her but she remained calm. A few minutes go by and Strey can hear them yawning. They were getting tired from the sleeping agent she left in her wake.
She looks through the vents and can see them falling into a deeper and deeper slumber. Strey waited another 10 minutes before sliding through the vents.
She stared at them all in disgust but relished in the thoughts of next turn of events.
Project C's leader was up first. The captain must go down with the ship. Always. Strey had to instill fear and break the other's spirits before she even touched them.
She hoisted him up and threw him on his back and strapped and locked him in to his death bed.
Strey broke two of C's finger to wake him up after all the preparations were made for he and his crew. It took a few seconds for the pain to register and soon she heard him screaming.
She said nothing as she began ripping and chopping. An inch here, a few inches there, a small centimeter way over there. Strey needed Project C to die in agonizing pain.
She needed all of them pay back tenfold for what they contested to.
Hours later, Strey sat outside their office and slowly dropped their body parts into the waters below.
The sun would be rising soon but she had to make sure that all of her people who lost their lives had a piece of their captors.
She had only hoped the body parts of the her prey would be something to show for and then, maybe then, can they cross to the De Other Side.
She would not cross over until her role as Karma was complete. Strey watched the sunrise as she swore affirmations to herself. Strey would give back what was stolen.
All of HHH would meet their end at the tips of her fingers.