From Camille's Diary:

I died. Poor Camille was dead, hanging from the cross. My feet were touching the floor but they were not holding me. My hands were, and they were numb and wet. I waited for JJ to call CUT! to end my suffering. He took his time and all of a sudden he grabbed my legs and opened them up lifting me up and placing me around his hips, I was almost resting on him, with one look he asked if I wanted to make love. I said yes. Slowly he went inside of me, I was completely wet.

He practically grew inside me. The pleasure and the pain mixed almost made me faint a couple of times. We came together screaming. It was a total experience I don't think I can repeat.

Jan Jac's version:

Camille was hanging there, looking gloriously beautiful and almost saintly. We were done for the day and she was waiting for me to give the word. I turned the camera off and there was only one more thing I could do.

I took her legs and raised her body up against mine, my pants were down and I was hard. I went into her as smoothly as I did the night before, she was ready for me.

Camille opened her eyes as I entered her, smiled briefly and let her head fall to the side, leaning on her shoulder, perhaps thinking that the image of her hanging from the cross in that way would excite me, or perhaps she just wanted to rest her head on her shoulder.

Her move excited me. We came together and laughed afterwards.

"This is great" she said as I took her off the cross and carried her to our bed in the next room. We made love again..