Opal
Assistant executioner
This is speculation: As her knees give way, the girl desperately tries to lift her up by her shoulders. Eventually the strain becomes too much and she drops back down. But all her weight now falls on her midsection and her rib cage begins to slowly crush her lungs. Anything is better than this suffocation! But her knees are too weak to help her now. She rides up the cross as she tries to bear all her weight on her shoulders and arms. Its painful but she can breathe! She bucks forward on the cross, thrusting out her crotch, as she tries to find a comfortable position for her shoulders.But suddenly she feels something go pop! Her shoulders now feel useless and she drops back down the cross. She feels an excruciating tearing pain around her shoulders blades. But, worse, she can't breathe! Only her buttock muscles have any strength left now. To the lustful brays of the spectators she arches her lower back, hoping that by thrusting her buttocks backwards she will find more space in her lungs. But slowly she feels the sickening weight of her ribcage pressing against her lungs. She repeatedly tries to arch her back desperately trying to get rid of the weight of her stomach and lower section, but is in vain. And that's how she dies: curving and uncurving, writhing uselessly, her breaths becoming shallower and shallower. As the she feels her lungs crush she stares fixedly at the biggest male spectator, tears in her eyes, hoping for rescue until the very end.