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The Via Crucis of
Camille - Crux 1 - Page 22
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The process was going to certainly be painful, Each
movement was to bring the reality of the nails back to Camille's
senses. I grabbed the rope and pulled it up slowly until
I got her arms raised over her head, her back still resting
on the floor. Camille let out a moan
of pain as her hands were manipulated by the movement. I
held the bar firmly to balance the pull with both hands.
One holding the rope, the other holding the log.
Camille's arm was behind the post, that was going to
be a bit of a problem if not taken care of at the beginning
of her pull.
As I raised the log I felt the weight of
her body pulling down, her head was hanging back her eyes
closed, her mouth open in a gasping expression of pain. |
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Two soldiers tug the rope and
pulled Leticia to an almost sitting position, her head was
hanging backwards, her long hair brushing the muddy ground,
still wet with the woman's blood. They stopped for a moment,
letting some slack on the rope, making Leticia go down again
and then they pulled again, stronger this time, raising her
more, her legs brushing the dirt, her body twisting to the
side, her face now looking down.
As the soldiers proceeded to
pull her up to the post, she moaned in pain with every movement
her body made.
She anticipated the pain since
pain was all she felt. This was what the entire time she
had left on earth was going to be like, one eternal feeling
of pain through her entire body.
The soldier tugged the rope once
more, raising her a few more inches above the ground. |
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The slave woman saw the process
eagerly. Every step was one more for her release from the
pain. She was glad she would not reach the night. The third
day, as she faced the post, her legs spread open, her broken
wrists chained to the log, she was flogged mercilessly. They
used two whips in their bets, first a long, thick hide whip
that wrapped itself around her body with each lash, ripping
off her skin as it was pulled away, breaking her flesh almost
to the bone.
With
each blow of the whip her body crashed against the post,
her hairless head thrown back, looking up at the sky, in
her eyes the wish that it would get dark forever.
She fainted three times with
the first whip, each time she was brought back with a burning
iron inserted in her open vagina.
The second whip was the one with
many tails, each with a lead tip and small bones attached
to their length. |
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Camille was almost sitting while I secured the rope
at each point of her pulling, to avoid a sudden fall from
any height.
I was alone and this would be along process, she was not
going to make it easier for me, only for herself if she
could.
I was no longer having abstract considerations.
I was only concerned with mastering the mechanics
of the moment, learning with every step what it takes to
pull a crucified victim to her ultimate place up the post
of woes.
Two or three people would make this task
a quick one, they would not be concerned with breaking wrists
or bones, their task would be only to have the person
hanging up there. Period.
So I was not learning the mechanics of a true
crucifixion... but rather one for the movies. |
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Leticia was struggling to find
some support to her hanging body, she was leaning forward
now, her legs touching, but not resting on the ground, she
moved her legs to use her knees to support her. These were
desperate and futile moves to find some release to the pressure
her body was making on her wounded hands.
The
slave woman watched in silence the horror below her, she
knew how painful was to be hanged, but she was not nailed
to her timber, she could not imagine the pain her mistress
was going through.
She could not even compare it
to the pain she felt when her back was shreded with the
lead tipped whip.
She had been beaten for most
of the afternoon and her body had no skin left on her back.
Her ass, her legs, were shredded as well.
She was lowered twice during
her torment. Once to be hanged again, but this time upside
down her legs wide open, tied to the log, her hands chained
to the sides as her legs were before. |
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