Soon the duel ended with Drew recognized as the loser and submitting. A very small clockworkesque metal box came out of the ground which Tony opened up. Drew folded up his body in impossible ways and entered the box which Tony then closed and locked. The box then returned underground into a room sized clockwork machine that spun it and rotated it at various speeds. This is the punishment of the loser of the duel. The crowd slowly dispersed but I waited there extremely distraught by inhuman acts brought against my friend.
Drew remained in the box for far too long, it is not normal to punish the loser so severely. Finally the negros decide it is time to release Drew. So they began to undo the meticulous locking mechanisms. As the first mechanism opens we see a chunk of blood and flesh. One of the negro's faces conveys an emotion of "oh shit" (not in a remorse/guilt way but in a I might get in trouble way). They keep going with opening the box. I decide they're taking too long and jump down and push one of the negros to open the damn thing myself.
The final locking mechanisms is a long screw the shape of a tire iron. After what feels like an eternity of spinning the screw out it finally releases and the box fully opens.
Drew is no more. Inside the box is a pile of yellowish translucent goo. Sort of like picrel but not so bright and in small pieces. What the fuck happened to my friend. They tortured him to death and desecrated his body. I throw the screw down in anger and fall to my knees. Despair and rage courses through me. At myself and others. At the whole universe.