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60and said something to them. They passed they weapons and ammunition out to her at scatter-gun-point. She placed them onto the mud, and walked off, retuning with a can. She stood in the boat, shook the contents of the can into it, stepped off, lit a match, stuck it back into the matchbox, and threw it into the boat. Flames burst out from it. Martha heard screams, pitiful sounds of terror and pain. Carla went up and raised the gun to fire but then didn%u2019t. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the water, smiling as their screams continued.%u201cBetter than fucking two women,%u201d she screamed. %u201cIsn%u2019t this more intense for you both?%u201dPeople don%u2019t die easily or painlessly. Martha knew that. They die when their blood boils long after their eyes have popped, their skin had peeled off, and before their pain cells had stopped sending signals. There was no more painful death than burning alive. It wasn%u2019t quick either. If is takes three minutes on a modern gas ring to boil a kettle, how long does it take to boil eight pints of blood?Martha had to cover her ears. Carla whistled. It was too far to know to what tune, but it sounded happy. Martha removed her hands to see if she could tell, but it%u2019d stopped. She watched as Carla unmoored their boat and gave it a kick, sending the blazing vessel away from the shore with the quietening cries of the men still trying to find heaven or hell.The screams stopped and the remains of the boat sank down into the dark, cooling swamp out of view.Swamp Tramp