After a bout of resistance and struggle, his knees slammed heavily into the ground full of fallen leaves and dirt, crying with snot and tears.
"Hurry up and dig, stop dawdling!"
The lanky thug wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve as he barked softly at his companion.
The shovel in his hand repeatedly dug hard into the soil with each motion, the dirt flying up and splattering on his pant legs.
Another slightly shorter and stockier thug responded bluntly, "Got it."
The frequency of his shovel swings was much slower than his companion's, and after a few shovelfuls, he'd grumble:
"Damn fat bastard, making us work this hard, even if he confesses later, we can't let him off easy..."
Both men's arms, with their rolled-up sleeves, revealed fierce tattoos, clearly indicating they weren't good people.
As the dirt continued to fly, a deep pit was gradually forming beneath their feet at a visible pace.
The fat man kneeling on the side shivered uncontrollably at the sight.
