She wanted to collect their bodies. The bodies of the ones that constantly threatened and made false accusations. The committee was unwanted. She would then hang them upside down and slice their necks over a pool. When this pool filled with their blood, she would play in it. Splashing around and soaking in what once gave them life. Where she would then make love to a tall, dark not so mysterious man.
Maybe it's from a movie or not.
Maybe it's a metaphor or not.
It's creative writing time…