It would be the only way to make them feel as subhuman and powerless as I did.
First on the chopping block would be one of my "friends" who constantly tried to assert his dominance over me. One example of this occurred at lunch when he grabbed my wrist and just started twisting my hand the wrong way while laughing at the pain it caused me. The way he was twisting it forced me to tilt and lower myself down to move with him and not break my wrist. I was basically on the ground begging for him to stop in broad daylight in front of all my other 'friends' who didn't give a shit or try to stop it. He held me there for a few more seconds just to make sure I knew my place before letting me go and acting like nothing happened.
I wish I could crouch next to him while some hired guards at my plantation pinned him down, just tilt my head and look into his eyes and find the helplessness I once felt before cutting off each of his fingers one by one with a serrated blade. I feel my life would be incomplete without hearing him scream and beg for mercy, I would pause for a moment after finishing one hand to give him a false sense of hope, before moving on to the other one.
Obviously he wouldnt get a moment to rest and recover. He'd be out in the fields the next day in the 105 degree heat picking cotton genetically modified to have 10 times the spikes along with properties from poison ivy. His quota wouldn't be any lower to accommodate his new disabilities, so after he brought in a measly harvest for the day be would be whipped in front of the other slaves as a lesson. This cycle would repeat until his death at which point I would cybernetically modify his corpse to make George droyd style memes.
This still wouldn't be enough to give me closure, but it would be a good start.
First on the chopping block would be one of my "friends" who constantly tried to assert his dominance over me. One example of this occurred at lunch when he grabbed my wrist and just started twisting my hand the wrong way while laughing at the pain it caused me. The way he was twisting it forced me to tilt and lower myself down to move with him and not break my wrist. I was basically on the ground begging for him to stop in broad daylight in front of all my other 'friends' who didn't give a shit or try to stop it. He held me there for a few more seconds just to make sure I knew my place before letting me go and acting like nothing happened.
I wish I could crouch next to him while some hired guards at my plantation pinned him down, just tilt my head and look into his eyes and find the helplessness I once felt before cutting off each of his fingers one by one with a serrated blade. I feel my life would be incomplete without hearing him scream and beg for mercy, I would pause for a moment after finishing one hand to give him a false sense of hope, before moving on to the other one.
Obviously he wouldnt get a moment to rest and recover. He'd be out in the fields the next day in the 105 degree heat picking cotton genetically modified to have 10 times the spikes along with properties from poison ivy. His quota wouldn't be any lower to accommodate his new disabilities, so after he brought in a measly harvest for the day be would be whipped in front of the other slaves as a lesson. This cycle would repeat until his death at which point I would cybernetically modify his corpse to make George droyd style memes.
This still wouldn't be enough to give me closure, but it would be a good start.
