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The Via Crucis
of Camille - Crux 1 - Page 24
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Affixing Camille to her cross was a harder task
than I thought. It was not only a matter of looping
the rope to hold the plank against the post, there was also
the matter of esthetics. The rope had to have a good
solid look, not only a good solid knot. The
rope was too long and I had to pass it around the post
over and over, hitting Camille sometimes or burning her
skin as I pulled it up and around.
She also felt she was getting more grief than
she bargain for. I was afraid of losing her before
I was done. The more difficult part was for her
to find support, and the one she had was more a pain than
a relief.
But she held on while I worked. |
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After the slave woman was flogged
hanging upside down, she was lowered again. Her ordeal had
brought her near to the point of death. The soldiers had
gone beyond her capacity to resist such pain.
First she was lashed across
her body and her legs, but then the blows concentrated
on her exposed vagina, blow after blow falling on her
in between her open legs,
She fainted again, of course
and to revive her they decided to pour some of the burning
oil they used to keep the flames of the grill burning.
The liquid fire came down on
her open, wounded cunt, burning her insides as it spread
its reach inside.
The woman let out a loud scream
and fainted again, everyone thought she died.
She was lowered and dragged
to the stream that run a few feet below the hill. Her
body was thrown in the water but she did not react. She
was again dragged out of the water and made to lay on
the grass. The soldiers were sure she was dead. |
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I was done with the ropes, Camille's cross was
now complete. I step back and away from her to admire
my work ... to admire her suffering. She
was crucified, the nails were nastily showing sticking
out of her bloody hands, her arms were stretched out,
her feet were hardly touching her base of support.
She was still covered by a few rags, but I was
going to wait a bit before exposing her more.
My wish was to sit there and watch. But
I had to work more.
The cross had a very interesting shadow in the
ceiling above and a great reflection on the mirror in
the back.
I was not aware at the moment but I believe
it was possible to see the shadow on the ceiling from
the street below.
This was in danger of becoming a very public
crucifixion. |
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As her ankles here nailed to
the post, Leticia shook in pain, going up and down the post,
pulling her body with her wounded hands and pressing the
nails on her feet. She
was nailed to the sides of the post, her ankles pressed
and pierced through with the long nails just over her
heels. As the nails were hammered in another soldier had
to hold her free leg to stop her from kicking the soldier
doing the hammering.
When they were done Leticia
had fainted again and was simply hanging for her cross,
her knees bent a bit.
The loin cloth was still covering
her and some rags were still attached to her shoulders.
The commander ordered to strip
her completely and to wake her. The soldiers knew what
to do.
The slave woman saw them approach
her mistress with the hot iron in hand. She pitied her,
she knew what she was about to get. |
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It was time to strip Camille, I grabbed the rags hanging
from her shoulders and pulled them away. I had to break
them and for that I had to pull her body to the sides. I
made her loose her footing for a painful moment.
So far she had
gone through the entire process. We completed the
mechanics of nailing her and hanging her, we were past
the difficulties we thought we would find and totally
into the act of agony on the cross.
From this moment on it was up to her. My
job was done.
Would she hang for a few seconds? A few
minutes? A few hours? a few days?
That last possibility was out of the question,
we had things to do next day. But we had all night
ahead and I was ready to wait for as long as it would
take her to complete her suffering and reach her ultimate
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