The cameraman's hand seemed somewhat unsteady, causing the image to flicker slightly.
A close-up shot captured Gilbert's face twisted in agony, streaming with tears and snot, with eyes filled only with pure despair and physiological tears.
Then, the camera panned over to the front row audience members: a vomiting woman, a man with a pale face and evasive eyes, and the crowd behind them still shouting fervently.
In the studio, the experienced host paused for several rare seconds, his Adam's apple rolling as he struggled to describe the scene.
Facing it directly, the viewers felt shaky.
Myanmar, the Golden Triangle, deep within the humid and stifling jungle.
A satellite television signal flickered in the crude wooden hut, the screen small but sufficient to project every detail of the high-tech flaying thousands of miles away directly into Chepe Santa Cruz's eyes.
