The slave laborers, burdened with a large supply of food, were driven by the armed militants to the edge of the mass grave, concentrated to one side to collectively 'admire' their 'masterpiece'.
A militant grinned viciously as he pushed a shorter man into the pit and then watched the little man dance and scream in agony, trying to crawl out of the pit as if stepping on hot coals…
Every time the little man nearly climbed out, armed militants laughed hysterically and forced him back down with their guns, signaling for him to run in another direction.
The little man, like a frog in a pot of oil, had his sanity rapidly crumble beneath him as the slippery decaying bodies beneath his feet, but no matter how hard he tried, the militants wouldn't let him up.
These beast-like guys, as if drawing strength from the little man's fear, kept growling to drive him to 'try harder', not allowing him to stop even when he was incontinent and on the verge of a mental breakdown.
