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Camille
turned to lay on her back, some marks were
on her chest, one across her breast. Aside
from that, her naked torso was clean and ready
for the whip. I was taking my time, perhaps
giving my arms time to recover. I saw Camille's
face, her arm, her wrists. The look was close
to what I wanted.
With every experience with Camille I got
closer to what I would like to see. It was
important to me, very important.
I liked this brand of turn on, I always did,
and I wanted it to be estetically pleasing
to the eye. I was looking for a work of art.
When I worked on the film on Haiti, I was
recording the misery of the country, the devastating
poverty, the oppression. I had images of corpses
thrown into open common graves, including
babies... not something people would want
to see. But the photography was great. The
images were mesmerazing, it didn't matter
that they were horrific, they had the force
to captivate an audience, to make them watch..
Through this exercise I was looking for a
great looking image of the body in pain.
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The
small crowd reached the nearby square, a clear
aerea where there was a post firmly planted
on the ground with chains hanging from the top
of it. The soldiers took Lyvia to the post,
raised her arms and locked her wrists with the
shackles, but the shackles were too big so they
decided to tie her wrists to the post at the
level of her shoulders.
One of the soldiers
took a whip from his belt while another one
proceeded to expose the young woman's back.
Everyone saw the old scars on her back.
"Ten" the
commander ordered and the soldier began to lash
the young woman. When the first lash fell on
her back she hardly screamed. It was not as
hard as she had felt before, but the second
one was harder and she let out a cry. "Three!"
the commander screamed as the young woman shook
in pain.
"Four",
the thunderous voice counted as the lash made
a hissing sound flying through the air to crash
agains the young woman's skin. "Five!"
and the lash went around the woman's waist,
hitting her belly button. "Six!" and
the lash went crashing agains ther thighs.
"Seven!"
and the lash made a cut into the part of her
garment that was covering part of her side and
her breast. "Eigth!" and the lash
brought out a scream from the young woman as
it broke the skin on her back. "Nine!"
the commander announced as the lash brought
tears in the old man's eyes, a deep moan from
the young woman as the lash made another bloody
mark to her back.
"Ten!"
came the final number and the soldier sent the
whip flying to hit the young woman's side and
breasts.
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Camille
was reflected on the mirror, the soft light
painting her skin with a romantic glow. Se
moved very little, but when she moved, her
slow movements were utterly sexy. I wasn't
aware of the normal noise of the outside world,
the increasing traffic in my once quiet street.
I grew up in this house, before it was rebuilt
into a huge mansion looking edifice. It was
a nice, quiet, one block street with cobble
stones and grass on the sidewalks, wild grass.
Then someone decided to build a bridge to
join the two busiest neighborhoods. I'm close
to downtown now, but all of downtown, uptown,
midtown, zona sur, zona norte, goes over the
bridge on their way to the stadium. The nice
quiet street where I played soccer with my
friends undisturbed by cars, was now the main
thoroufare for the traffin in La Paz.
But I wasn't aware of it, of the constant
honking, sound of engines, kids announcing
the routes of the minibuses... none of it
mattered to me. I was only aware of Camille,
laying almost naked in front of me, all beat
up and bleeding.
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