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The Via Crucis
of Camille - Crux 1 - Page 20
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Camille shook as the hammer hit the nail, her legs fell
to the side, slowly, opening and closing, not really revealing
anything more than what they already did. The cross bar
moved as she pulled her nailed hand as if trying to rip
the nail off the wood. An impossible task of course.
It only made matters
worse for her, I had to pull the wood back towards me,
using the nail already in the wood as leverage.
Camille screamed in pain.
She didn't mean to struggle, it was not a conscious effort,
it was more instinctive. It was the natural reaction of
her body to her on-going punishment.
This was working better than expected and perhaps
it was a bit prolonged, but I had to get through this
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Leticia was raising her body
slowly now, no longer able to respond to the waves of pain
travelling through her body in constant spurts of energy,
her mouth was gushing out bursts of sputum mixed with blood,
her body was sweaty and shinning under the strong sun above.
The steady hitting of the hammer
was like the chimes of bells announcing that the time
of finality was at hand.
For the hanging servant each
stroke of the hammer reached her soul. Each was a step
closer to the end of her suffering and it was a painful
nail driven into her heart. She loved her mistress well
and she felt her pain as well.
That second day, that now seemed
so far in the past, when she was free from her bonds,
the soldiers tied her feet together bringing renewed pain
to her broken ankles, and hanged her upside now from her
post. They tied her wrists to the ends of the log and
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As the servant hanged from her
feet, high above the ground, her head was two feet above
the ground, her arms were stretched to the sides and down.
In that position she was again lashed, as the soldiers kept
betting on her capacity to sustain more and more punishment.
Again she fainted
after each number of lashes and again she was brought
back with the heat of a hot iron applied to her soft and
tender vagina now at eye level.
She was lowered only when the
noon sun was high on top of them. She was again chained
to the log over her shoulders and hanged up with her head
forced up to face the sun. But his time they placed o
rag dripping water above her head. The drops were falling
on her face, her eyes, her mouth. Her feet were free of
bonds, but she could hardly move them now.
She was left on that position
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The last strokes of the hammer
were louder and stronger. The soldier was making sure that
the hand was firmly secured to the wood. The chains on Leticia's
wrists would be taken off eventually and the nails had to
hold her body up.
Leticia
was moving slowly, her eyes fixed beyond the sky, beyond
the faces of the soldiers looking down on her, her mind
beyond her pain searching for the gate to the unknown,
the one she heard about in the tales her mother told her,
the tales of gods and goddesses living beyond the clouds
where she was promised to find a spot at the end of her
life.
She was of royalty, of divine
quality, destined a place in the Olympus.
But now she was engulf in the
flames of pain, the ravages of her immolation in the public
hill where criminals found their cruel end.
She was nailed and ready to
hang. |
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I placed the hammer on the floor, looking at Camille's
hand on the wood, the blood flowing freely from under the
nail protruding from her open palm, her fingers twitching
like the legs of a spider dying slowly. I got up and
looked down on her and my work.
Behold the result of my cruel mind, behold the woman
I love the most in this life, lying before me, nailed
to a wooden plank, shaking in pain, trying to raise her
head.
Her naked body marked by my whip, her lips dry,
begging for some liquid to relieve her suffering.
I felt my heart beat faster, my groin swelling,
my eyes teary.
The nailing was a success. Camille had
her truly first crucifixion, she was officially my goddess
now.
The perfect martyr, the most beautiful martyr.
She was ready to hang.
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