It’s dark and the street party is winding down and the vendors begin shut down their booths. As they dowse their grills the smell of food seems intensified and reminds me how hungry I am. I am given water regularly but it is not enough to neither satisfy my thirst nor keep up with my dehydrating body. The night is warm and humid yet I feel chilled.
As the vendors wrap up and the floodlights turned off the mound where we hang crucified. There is heavy cloud cover but no fog so the street lights brighten the mound more so than last night. To my right I hear Barbaria groan “How’s my slave doing?”
I sigh and “I’m hungry, thirsty, and I hurt more than I thought I could. How much longer do you think we have?”
“If the vendors quit selling at 1 AM we should be under six hours” Barbaria guessed.
I again sigh and say “I don’t know, Mistress, I’m getting awfully weak.”
“Come on, Blaire, don’t tell me I bought a wimp slave” Mistress says to me with mock distain. I look over to her and she adds “You can call me ‘Barb’ until they take us down, Blaire.”
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As the vendors wrap up and the floodlights turned off the mound where we hang crucified. There is heavy cloud cover but no fog so the street lights brighten the mound more so than last night. To my right I hear Barbaria groan “How’s my slave doing?”
I sigh and “I’m hungry, thirsty, and I hurt more than I thought I could. How much longer do you think we have?”
“If the vendors quit selling at 1 AM we should be under six hours” Barbaria guessed.
I again sigh and say “I don’t know, Mistress, I’m getting awfully weak.”
“Come on, Blaire, don’t tell me I bought a wimp slave” Mistress says to me with mock distain. I look over to her and she adds “You can call me ‘Barb’ until they take us down, Blaire.”
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She'll only beat you for it later!!
Blaire bends over and grabs her ankles with a resigned sigh...
