There's no mercy in the executioner as he raises the whip, and almost ceremoniously hits me across my breasts, over and over. I don't see anything, my eyes are shot, so I don't see, I only feel the piercing pain on my breast, as it opens up to the sharp point of the arrow that penetrates beyond my bones. It shakes me up.

I open my eyes to see another arrow flying to me ... it sinks into my belly, just above my leg ... And then I'm left alone, shaking in pain. The executioner just walks away, leaving me, spiked to the tree, naked, the arrows killing me slowly, my blood calling the beasts of the forest. It turns black.

When the cold starts embracing my naked body, I wake slowly, the pain ever present, I could've been like this for a day, or maybe only a moment. It's getting dark, it's getting colder. I tremble and shake but I can't scream.

JJ left me there for a while, he probably went to the house to have coffee or something, or maybe he was around, watching me. I felt like I was being watched, but I cannot say that it was JJ, a stranger or a beast in the woods. It was frightening to be naked, alone, exposed, ... in the woods. I could imagine now how a saint of old, a martyr would feel. It's a really mystical experience I'm living.

I see JJ, sleeping so soundly by my side, so peaceful, maybe dreaming off me, tied up, tortured ... who knows what is in his brain