- We need a proof of life.
- No, not negotiable.
- We want a picture, or there is nnot treatment...
- ...
- Hello?
- ...
- They cut the transmission.
- How can I know that my brother iis alive?
- We cannot know it... and I hope the kidnappers contact us again...
***
The light of the day hurt the kidnapped engineer's eyes, accustomed
as it was to be in the darkness of the cell. Out, the sun burned the
skin. Suddenly it was surrounded of gigantic soldiers, dresses with
short pants, rower and buskins. Weapons of great caliber hung of their
shoulders. The muscular soldiers continued walking to their side, coming
closer little by little to a wooden cabin. When they were about to
arrive, the door opened up and the engineer could see the most enormous
man that saw in his life, difficultly sausage in his combat clothes.
Their swollen muscles struggled to leave to each step that gave, while
the wood of the floor cracked under its weight. Hidden after a couple of
dark glasses, the gigantic sergeant's eyes saw the prisoner. It took two
months caught, and it had been object of brutal tortures in cruel interrogations.
He walked clumsily, stunned by the light of the sun and, obviously, for
the blows. Today was a very important day for the Resistance, and almost
definitive for the situation that they lived. The last negotiation had not
given result and the information had already been obtained by means of torture,
for what to maintain lives to that prisoner it was useless. But, in an effect
blow, the Resistance would send a Proof of Death to the media, to show its power.
The prisoner went up the three steps that they took to the cabin, and he
passed without looking to the sergeant's face. Two impressive soldiers entered
with him, closing the door the sergeant after them.
- I have bad news for you, engineeer. Their relatives and those useless
of the government don't want to pay their rescue.
- And what will spend to me?
- We will squash you, we will filmm it and everybody will understand
the power of the Resistance. We will squash it as their government it seeks,
and they will never be able to, to make with us.
- I am not political, I don't beloong to the government. It cannot retaliate with me.
- Yes I can!. Here I can do everytthing, I am your God.
- That never!
- Then, you will die. –and, going to the gigantic custodians, he added - you
two, prepare him for me.
With a smile, the sergeant checked how one of the soldiers it kicked the engineer's
legs, making it fall to the floor. It brought near with violence a foot to the throat
of the man, while the other soldier stepped him the ankles to avoid the prisoner to move.
The sergeant pressed REC in the two video cameras installed to each side of the office.
Putting their face in front of one of the lenses, he spoke:
- The Resistance has tried that thhis didn't happen, but the government of this
country has not wanted to give it goes behind in his zeal of trying to liquidate us, in
an intent that nobody can differ with his plan of hunger for the town. The engineer that
we kidnap is part of this plan, although he denies it, obviously. This government has
oppressed under his foot, compressing and drowning to the town of this country, crushing
the desires and the expectations, the freedom and the peace. Now, after negotiations that
don't arrive anywhere for their blame, it is that we present this low engineer's death our
feet this time, in reprisal to years of violence exercised from the power towards us. This
time, it will be our weight and our feet those that squash. That will be what you will see now...
Moving away from the camera, the sergeant took off the shirt and the same thing they
made the two soldiers, throwing the clothes further on and showing for the cameras his
incredible musculature. The engineer was twisted of pain and fright. The gigantic foot
that he stepped him firmly the throat collapsed more, provoking him an inconvenient
access of cough. But it was impossible to usually breathe. Retiring the foot, the soldier
took the engineer's hands on the head, stepping him both, while his partner tied the ankles
to the heavy desk of the office, and leaving the chest and the stomach at the mercy of the
sergeant's gigantic feet that he came closer with a sadistic smile in the face.
The hundred forty kilograms made crack to the battered body. The meat collapsed among the
treads of the rangers, while the poor man tried to breathe under that brutal weight. Laughing,
insulting, the three gigantic military they tortured the engineer first, of common agreement,
ten minutes of violence before the most brutal death that people had never seen.
The sergeant began to jump on the body to his feet; so enormous they were that they covered
chest and stomach totally. Being impelled a little more in each jump, the gigantic man fell
heavily an and another time, crushing the ribs and mashing the poor hostage against the floor.
The other two soldiers, only a little lighter than their boss, they concentrated their weight
and force on squashing the hands, reducing them to pieces of milled meat exploded under the
soles. Although the tortured engineer tried to scream their pain, it was impossible to say
something under that whole weight. He began to spit blood and something of vomit and then…
he abandoned all idea of resisting the torture. The three soldiers walked him above several
minutes more, laminating their body and squashing it merciless, encouraged by the almost inaudible
requests that the poor low man their feet emitted. Excited, the muscular giants tramped to pleasure,
putting the whole weight of their robust bodies in the function of squashing. Finally, after
exploding the thoracic box, and instants before the death, the sergeant stopped above the head,
while the other ones two stepped chest, stomach and groin. The engineer was aware of how his
head exploded under the hard sole of the buskins and the sergeant's 140 kilos, already in that
moment multiplied by 10, for 100, for 1000. The body was completely flat, the rain of brains
and blood sprinkled the lens of the camera, the men screamed its victory...
***
To thousands of kilometers of there, the engineer's brother woke up feeling an enormous oppression
in the chest. The sensation was mighty real, the impossibility of breathing well, the pain when
inspiring. With the force of a wrong premonition, the youth got up of the bed, he turn on the TV
and he contemplated a cruel face, the short hair in military style, the dark eyeglasses covering
his eyes, the sadistic smile hardly sketched in the hard face. He looked of in front of a camera and said:
- The Resistance has tried that thhis didn't happen, but...
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