From Camille's Diary:

At each blow of the hammer the pain was more intense, but somehow bearable and somewhat exciting. This was a new experience for me, and so unexpected.

A few more blows and I felt Jan in front of me, he uncovered my eyes, he was sweating, his eyes looked wild. I was scared, trembling like a lost dog and crying.

The gown was in pieces, he had been ripping it apart as he beat me.

I was almost naked and hanging and nailed before him. I can't express the sensation. He had taken me in a way I've never been taken, he had nailed me to the wood, he had beaten me without mercy. I was his. I wanted to make love so badly while at the same time I wanted to kick his balls off because of the pain he caused me, a pain that I was never going to forget.

Jan Jac's version:

Camille was crucified, hanging in front of me, her body bleeding from the many welts, her hands contorted around the nails, bleeding still. I pulled the blind fold off her face to let her see her hands... she said  'wow', before throwing her head back.

Camille began her suffering, one that only she had the control over. She was going to decide how long she could last hanging from her cross, how long can her body resist the pain, how long can she go on suffering.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. This was the test. Was she THE ONE?

Margot had tried this, she hanged naked and nailed to her own cross and even if she was totally fascinated by the experience, she felt that she could not go there again.

It was Camille's turn to decide if she could go on this road, the road of the cross, her via crucis.