| Crucified Women |
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| The victim walks the long mile to the execution site as the assembled crowd, eager
for the sight of blood and the sounds of screams, mocks her, curses her, ridicules
her, and laughs at her misery. Her mind is tormented by thoughts of the suffering
yet to come as she stumbles forward at the point of a spear. If she looses her
balance under the burden of her own cross beam she is beaten until she somehow
staggers to her feet again to continue along the path already soaked with the blood, sweat, and tears of those who have gone before her. There is no mercy for the condemned. |
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| Finally, she stands there naked and exhausted from the long walk and
shivers at the sight of the already crucified bodies hanging from their
crosses. Before her is the cross upon which she too will be nailed. She
will hang like a slab of raw meat drying in the sun to the delight of the
crowd. Her degraded and devalued flesh will ooze and drip its fluids as
her agony increases with every strained breath she draws. Then, she is
lying on the rough wood as the splinters dig into her nakedness. In a
moment the nails will be driven through the flesh of her wrists and the
bones of her feet. She will be raised up and her cross planted in the
ground. She will shriek in pain as her weight bears down on the iron nails
driven through her body. The crowd will chuckle and snicker at her cries.
There is nobody to turn to for pity or compassion. There is only the cross
and the long long hours of torture ahead of her before she ultimately succumbs to the merciless end she faces. |
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