Oh, you poor spectators have it so rough watching the three of us hang on our crosses! Sure, go out and get something to eat or drink. Get out of the sun for a bit. We three will be right here when you get back.
Sorry to sound like such a sarcastic bitch, but I (we) am the one nailed to a cross and suffering torments inconceivable to all of you.
And what Barb said. Fuck all of you! We are three good looking women, naked and squirming on our crosses. You came here for this! To see us hang. And it bores some of you?
I (and I speak for Barb and Messa too) have no fucking idea why I am dying like this! Why all this suffering? We are obviously here for your entertainment. So please, give us the fucking courtesy of showing some interest in the sufferings of three good looking women.
Or maybe this is part of the whole tortuous, humiliating process of being tagged and crucified: not only do we have no idea why this is happening, but you won't keep company with us while we hang.
Or am I just crazed with agony? Nothing makes sense! Why should I want any of you fucking assholes looking up at my naked body -- at my heaving breasts and tagged pussy for fuck's sake -- as I struggle on my cross. I have Barb and Messa for company. We three are in this together. Fuck the rest of you!
Looking down from my cross I see you fuckers milling around, watching for a minute then walking away. Some of you have your hands down your pants. Oh, that is so disgusting! Fucking perverts!!!!
Please, someone, tell me why? Why? Why the fuck is this happening!!! Why have I been crucified?