Lyvia's
feet were released from the block of wood where
they were crushed. The block was put away leaving
Lyvia hanging from the wooden crossbar the held
her wrists.
She was no longer
held by the weight of the block so her body
began to shake convulsively from the pain. Lyvia
bent her knees slightly, raising her broken
and burned feet. Her body, full of the whipping
marks, welts and blood, was twisting to the
sides as she moved her legs, responding to the
intense pain of her feet.
Two soldiers proceeded
to lower her from the post. As Lyvia's feet
touched the ground below she let out another
scream. The soldiers simply let her body fall,
fase down.
The crowd watched
in silence as another wooden bar was placed
under Lyvia's knees. Two soldiers held the bar
under her knees and started to drag the woman
away. A soldier grabbed the bar that held her
wrists and lifted it and so she was carried
to the gates of the city, her head brushing
the dirt road, her feet dangling free, her hands
bound to the crossbar.
The crowd followed
the woman as she was carried to the post on
the dirt road.
Lyvia was laying
in from of the post while a rope was tied to
the crossbar that held her wrists. She then
was pulled up, facing the post, her naked backside
exposed to the crowds and the road.
The wooden bar was
placed under her knees and on the opposite side
of the post and her feet here tied together
to exposed them to the curious.
A soldier approached
Lyvia with the hot iron that had the mark of
the Runaway Slave and branded her ass. Lyvia
screamed as the fire burned her skin.
Lyvia fainted, her
naked body hanging quietly, facing the post,
her broken and burned feet exposed to show the
fate of a runaway slave.
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