Sweat rushed down his dirty face like water down a waterfall. His captors had to hold him up because he had exhausted every ounce of energy he had left in his body.
He could only hear ringing in his ears because of the gunshots and his sense of smell and taste were overwhelmed with the metallic aroma of blood.
Malika was forced to kneel down on the prickly ground, his hands were tied behind his back and two large guards armed with spears stood behind him.
All around Malika stood a crowd of primitive tribal people, in front of him stood their chief with a few men behind him.
"You fucking primitive scum, behead me! See if I care you jungle dwellers." Malika said
"We mean to do more than behead you pirates. Bring out the Gold!" The chief said
Two tribal warriors then came with a large cauldron of molten Gold.
"What...what are you doing?" Malika asked
The two tribal warriors brought the melted metal close enough to Malika to the point he could feel the heat being blown off by the small breeze.
"Wait! What's going on-" Malika's sentence was then interrupted by one of the guards behind him who forcefully opened his jaw. The other guard then put a stick in his mouth to keep his mouth open.
"Your lust for gold has brought you and your comrades to ruin. Now you will die by the precious metal in which he wasted your life defiling society." The chief said
The two warriors picked up the cauldron and dumped the molten gold down Malika's throat.
All the saliva and mucus evaporated quickly, his mouth was dried out from the heat. His tongue was quickly burned to a crisp. His teeth began to melt. Every nerve in his mouth was firing off on the highest degree.
The semi solid form made its way down his throat burning it and filled his lungs. It flowed into his stomach and in mere seconds his lung and stomach exploded. His stomach content and metal flowed to different parts of his body. By this point Malika was on the ground, dead from shock.
The tribe's people then dragged his body away.