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Lyvia
rested on the ground for sometime as the soldiers
prepared to take her away to hang her outside
of the city. They made sure the nails were holding
well and to make sure of that they raised Lyvia
up, two soldiers holding the crossbar where
her hands were nailed and two others holding
the crossbar where her ankles were held by the
long nails. They turned her to face the ground,
holding her body up. Her head was hanging down
and the nails held her up, her hands and feet
didn't come out.
After the test they
lowered her, keeping her facing down, to the
ground. Her body rested now on the dirt, face
down, the crossbar resting on the back of her
head.
It took a bit more
time before they procession began. The executioner
was getting ready as well.
The soldiers lifted
Lyvia again and began to walk. Lyvia was hanging
over the ground, her hands and feet keeping
her up as she was taken out of the city. The
executioner fulfilling his mission of whipping
her as the procession moved slowly to the city
gates.
The sun was up in
the middle of the sky, burning everyone's skin.
The post was waiting far away. It was the final
destination for Lyvia.
The group of soldiers
were followed closely by the crowds, so of the
people were walking almost at the side of the
soldiers and the hanging woman.
Rachel was one of
those walking in step with the soldierd carrying
her friend, the woman that was paying dearly
for giving her a piece of bread. The old man
was close behind.
The group arrived
to the post and turned Lyvia to face the sky,
and as they did it people could see the extent
of the tortures on her body. She was lowered
in front of the post as the ropes were prepared
to raise her.
She was conscious,
moving her head to the sides, her eyes half
open, half closed.
Rachel tried to get
near her, a soldier stopped her, but the commanding
officer gave the order to allow the girl to
get near Lyvia.
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