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                        | Red Feline 
                            on the Cross - Chapter 2- The Flagelum - Page 8 |  |   
                  | A stream of blood 
                      ran down Red Feline's back. She felt the warm liquid flow 
                      across her skin as the man twisted the nail to make it go 
                      in more easily. 
                     She couldn't scream, her mouth was open and she was gasping, 
                      trying to breath, her lungs felt like they were closing 
                      in as her body reacted to the foreign object piercing her 
                      flesh and hitting her bones. 
                     She wanted to be in one of the other worlds, she wanted 
                      to faint. |  |   
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                  | She could hear her own moans, 
                      surprised that she was not screaming. At one point she finally 
                      felt that she was fainting, just as the man stopped pushing 
                      the nail into her body. 
                      Red Feline again was above herself, looking down at her 
                      body, the nail sticking out of her wounded back, she was 
                      impressed by the resistance of her body but not without 
                      a feeling of familiarity. She was impressed but not surprised, 
                      she was sure she had more to expect and she wondered why 
                      she felt that way.  |  |   
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                  | His deed was done, the Man in 
                      Black stepped back pushing Red Feline to see more of her. 
                      She hung limp, unconscious, her back and wrists were bleeding. 
                      He made no comments, no observations, he gave no reasons, 
                      he just left her there to hang and bleed. 
                     Her body slumped to the side and the cuffs contracted around 
                      her wrists. Her body swung the other way and she remained 
                      centered on the post. Her hands stretched high above her 
                      head, her head flung back, her face to the ceiling, the 
                      nail quivering slightly in her back.  |  |   
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                  | Red Feline saw the man walk 
                      away, relieved that he was no longer part of her experience. 
                      She was free to indulge in the moment, to savor the pain. 
                      In this world the pain was all too real to enjoy it, but 
                      from where she was watching, from her second world, she 
                      could observe without feelings, and indulge in what she 
                      found stimulating. 
                      There was a connection between her and torture in general, 
                      and somehow she was beginning to understand it.  |  |   
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                          |  | Camille was hanging after 
                              the long whipping session, I was totally impressed 
                              and even scared. Her back was full of whip marks, 
                              she had received something like 200 lashes all together. 
                              Then, without pausing, JJ reached for one of the 
                              nails we had prepared and went to her. She shook 
                              as he inserted the nail in her back. He then kissed 
                              her for a long time and walked away, leaving her. 
                              Although her body was in pain, she stayed there, 
                              hanging, as we moved the camera time and time again. 
                              We started at 5 in the afternoon, we completed the 
                              scene sometime before 11 pm. That's 6 hours, with 
                              a couple of breaks where we lowered her so she could 
                              relax her strained arms. When the shooting was over, 
                              JJ took Camille down and laid her on a mattress. 
                              It didn't matter that the sheets were going to be 
                              totally dirty with blood. She was laying with her 
                              eyes closed, on her side, I could see the nail sticking 
                              out of her back. JJ called me to join them on the 
                              mattress. (What happened after this moment will 
                              be told at length in Camille's Diary...but if you 
                              must know, we made love). 
                              Margot |   
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                              was wondering how Margot was going to react to what 
                              was coming. After I was whipped for such a long 
                              time, I just let my body slump down. JJ put the 
                              whip back where he got it from and took one of the 
                              nails. He walked to me, grabbed my torso, pressing 
                              my breast. I felt his breathing on my neck while 
                              with a finger he looked for the soft spot under 
                              my shoulder blade. I felt the nail pressing my skin 
                              and then the liquid rolling down my back. The cold 
                              of the nail and the warmth of the liquid mixed in 
                              one sensation, underlying the pain. JJ kissed me, 
                              sticking his tongue into my mouth. But then he rubbed 
                              his lips softly against mine, a little kindness 
                              after hours of cruelty. Then he took me down, called 
                              Margot to my side, he asked her to kiss me. She 
                              did. He then left us alone for a moment, while Margot 
                              began to take care of me...the first day was over...but 
                              we were not done... 
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  Camille |  |   
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                        | Red 
                            Feline on the Cross - Chapter 2 - Part 2 |   
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