Dismembers traffickers

“No. I’m dead,” he said, glancing down at the black blood on his vest. “Take my body away. Before it drags me to Hell.”
“No one’s dragging you to Hell,” Kessler said. He was confused. There were old military tales of Westerners wrapping dead Muslims in pig flesh or filling their mouths with pork before burying them, ostensibly to threaten Hell on their enemies, but the mission brief said these traffickers didn’t worship anything except money. So why the superstition?
“Took them. Took them to Hell. I heard them screaming. Only found pieces of my friend, small pieces. It was not from this world. Men cannot move like that. And the sounds it drew out of the other men… men do not sound like that.”


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