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Lyvia
was fixed to the post, she could not move at
all, her face was receiving the heat of the
sun, turning red as her skin was burned by the
rays of the celestial king. A few birds were
circling above, flying lower and lower at every
turn.
Rachel was standing
below the cross, even if her view was horrific,
she stayed put looking up at the trembling woman
who was agonizing up on her cross.
There were fewer
people milliing around, most in the crowd left.
Only the most curious remained. There were a
few who were drawing bets as to how long she
would last. The soldiers were resting, not expecting
any trouble from anyone. The woman was a slave,
not a hero of some people. No one really cared
except for that young girl and the old man who
remained near the crufified.
Lyvia was fully consciouss,
the pain in her body, her hands, her feet, was
as intense as before but her brain was processing
it diferently. Her body was growing numb as
the day passed. She felt the heat on her skin,
no only on her face, but her shoulders, her
breasts, all under the strong rays of the sun.
She saw the black birds above, flyig over her,
waiting for an opportunity to feed on her flesh.
Rachel walked away
a little, to sit under a low tree. She wanted
to climb up a ladder to give Lyvia some water,
but she knew she won't be allowed. There was
a ladder laying on the side of the cross, it
was used before to fix the crossbar in place
and then taken down.
The old man had walked
away and was returning with food and water for
Rachel.
A bird, more daring
than the rest, landed on the crossbar, near
Lyvias shoulder. It slowly moved on until it
reached her head. It began tearing at her dry
lips, pecking quickly, grabbing bits of flesh.
Lyvia could not move,
she could not escape the hungry bird. A second
bird landed on top of Lyvias head and went for
her eye.
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