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1910s, Arctic Ocean
"I hate you people!" Doctor Siegfried Baxter screamed at the crew of the research ship while he was tied with rope to an iron cross, shivering from the cold, especially since they opened his shirt. His dark hair was usually combed back, but now it was disheveled, and his glasses were long gone.
At 27, he was a biologist and an engineer, and he thought being chosen to lead the expedition would give him fame. Instead, he was going to die.
"We give sacrifices to the Goddess Roo by fire, water, earth and air, and you were chosen to be sacrificed by water."
"How dare you! The least you can do is use me as a human experiment to study death by hypothermia."
Things went from bad to worse when they painted a symbol on his chest using blood. Wet, sticky blood.
"Don't touch me! I feel violated! It would have been more comfortable if you had used a knife."
They used a crane to lift him in the air, and that made him panic, tears fell down his cheeks and somehow his breathing was more erratic than before.
"I don't want to die," he said. Was that pleading, sobbing voice really his?
"Roo will show you the face of someone you love before you die."
"There's no one now!" he sobbed.
"Sorry to hear that."
The crane let go and he instinctively held his breath.
Cold!!
Somehow, he got free, but he was too far down.
I can't see! I'm being crushed!
There was a large eyeball in the dark, and there was something...mischievous and curious about it. It must be a deep-sea creature unknown to humanity.
Fascinating.
He wanted to hold out his hand to the creature, but he was being crushed.
I wish I had a light so I can see.
That was his last thought before he died.