draliman on life

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week takes us to San José el Huayate, Chiapas, Mexico.

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Juan gazed at the peaceful scene before him, a stark contrast to the life of violence and death he had left behind.

Recruited into the cartels from an early age, his proclivity for violence had catapulted him to head interrogator in short order. Finally despairing of that life, he had “liberated” a tidy sum and fled.

He’d thought he’d have longer before they found him, he mused as he hung, naked, from a crossbar. He found himself mentally chastising his protégé.

The wires Manuel had used to attach the car battery were far too thin. Everything was too dry to properly conduct the current – it would get very hot. He’d attached the crocodile clip to the wrong testicle.

Not that any of that really mattered, though he was sure having his genitals burst into flames wasn’t part of Manuel’s torture plan.

He’d had a good run, but nobody escapes the cartels. Nobody.