Green Justice

*TRIGGER WARNING, VIOLENT CONTENT*

After an hour the captain's man, Peterson, had stopped screaming. The screams of pain and terror had fallen to whimpers and sobs, and now to primal, mindless grunts.
      We were warned not to interact with the villagers, Peterson had other ideas in mind and ignored the warning. He had snuck off the boat and raped a girl from the village.
      For his crimes he was stopped naked, made to lay across a tree stump in the center of the village, his hands, feet and genitalia were then nailed to the stump. The warriors of the village then took turns sodomizing Peterson, When they were finished, they used a small, black obsidian knife to flay a thin strip of flesh from Peterson's back. The thin, bloody strip was then placed in a bowl that Peterson could see. The girl he had violated sat in front of him, wrapped in white cloth, she never took her eyes off of him. When the last strip of his skin was placed in the bowl, the girl stood and picked up the bowl, walked towards us, stared each of us in the eye until we all looked away, not able to hold her gaze, she then walked alone into the forest and disappeared from our sight.
      A fresh scream from Peterson's shattered throat, shocked us back to attention, an old woman wearing a feather headdress was pouring thumb sized ants from a jar onto Peterson's flayed back. Several warriors with their spears levelled towards us said something to the translator, we were then ushered back to the boat and were told to never return here, or we would suffer the same punishment as Peterson.