"This time, we brought many new humans," the lead Mecha stated. "How many troops do you have stationed on this planet? We need to ensure they can maintain control."
The commander didn't sense anything amiss and answered confidently, "No worries, sir! We have a million troops stationed on this planet—enough to keep a billion humans in line. The radiation has long since weakened them. They're incapable of resistance."
"Take us there."
Just as the lead Mecha spoke, a furious roar erupted from the distance.
"Damn bitch, what do you think you're doing?"
Along with the voice came the sharp crack of a whip that was striking flesh again and again.
Even without seeing it, one could imagine the gruesome sight of torn skin and open wounds.
As they quickly approached, they saw an alien mercilessly whipping a woman who appeared to be in her fifties or sixties.
The whip had small barbed hooks, tearing through her clothing and flesh alike.
