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Lyvia
laid on the ground, moving her head slowly to
the side, her eyes half closed, a hissing sound
coming out of her mouth. Rachel, the young girl,
rushed to her side with the flask of water.
They young girl held in her arms the young woman's
head and gaver her some water. She then embraced
her, holding her body against her, placing her
head close to the woman's ear. Rachel whipered
into Lyvia's ear. "I will revenge you"
Lyvia moved her head
from side to side as if trying to say something,
a tear run from the side of her eye. Rachel
kissed Lyvia's face and forhead. She was about
to kiss her lips when she was pulled away by
a soldier. "Enough, move away" he
commanded.
Two other soldiers
began to pull the rope that was attached to
the crossbar and Lyvia was raised slowly up
the post until her body was fully erect, the
crossbar at Lyvia's feet resting on the ground.
A soldier took a
rope and tied Lyvias's shoulders to the crossbar.
After completing this task the soldier stepped
back.
For a moment Lyvia
was standing in front of the post, her legs
open, her arms parallel to the crossbar, her
head moving from side to side. The torturer
had the red hot iron with the mark of a murderer
shinning bright, almost white. He pressed the
hot iron on Lyvia's chest and the hissing sound
of the burning flesh was just as loud as the
hissing sound that Lyvia made as her mouth clenched
in pain. Her head fell forward as she fainted.
She was left in that
position for a short time.
The executioner then
approached the woman with a rope and fixed her
head over the top of the crossbar, forcing her
face to look up. He placed the rope over her
open mouth and around her neck.
Lyvia was ready.
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