Doragon
Tribune
Bear with me, this is a long story and crucifixion won't happen until chapter 11. The story contains a lot of other torture elements, some really bizarre and unrealistic, but hopefully fun for those who are into such things. Although there are three victims, two men and one woman, the story focuses mostly on her predicaments and she's the one ending up crucified. I will add some illustrations to the story, but it's mostly words. I love to hear feedback.
By: Doragon (2021)
Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. The following story contains strong sexual elements, bizarre torture and is basically a sexual horror story.
Alisa was nervously fiddling with the hem of her shirt, her hands in her lap. The table in front of her was old, damaged and out of place as it appeared to have been somebody’s diner table at some point. Now it was in a makeshift court, like her. She glanced up at the three men forming the tribunal. Dressed in black, faces covered as if they were bandits from a bad movie. Two of them listened while the middle one spoke into the camera, giving a speech or something. She didn’t understand a word of what he said. It was Arabic of course as they were in Syria. She sighed as she knew she never should have come here. She brought a hand to the button at the top of her shirt, as if unconsciously checking if all were decently closed, as she kept doing for the past hour or so. She had been wearing a scarf over her head since the day she came to the country of course, but they had strangely enough taken that away from her.
She didn’t look at the others at this point. Both Charles and William were convinced that they were going to be put to death by decapitation. It had happened before with foreign journalists. They had spent de night together in a cell after their capture. Their car had been stopped and despite the papers that granting them international immunity on the grounds of being journalists, they had been dragged off to a small town and put in a room together of a building that was once a school. They had quietly discussed their fate and agreed there was little hope. She expected to be decapitated as well, as the state wasn’t known to be particularly soft on women. Her friends expected her to be spared such a fate. She had her doubts. There was of course also the possibility they made her into a sex slave. She knew what happened to lots of Yesidi women. She didn’t know what would be worse, death or slavery. Her hand felt the neckline of her shirt as if it was too tight. The sharia judge ended his speech. He looked at them now and as the camera also turned to them, she quickly lowered her hand.
“You have come to our territory under false pretences,” he said and she was surprised he spoke English so perfectly. “Posing as journalists while actually working on a program to turn our women against us. This is unforgiveable.” Charles started to protest, saying with a loud voice that they were not here to do any such thing, but he got hit on the head to make him shut up.
“Don’t speak until I ask you something,” said the judge. Alisa wondered how he got such a perfect English accent. Was he actually British? Or had he lived in the UK? She knew the Islamic fighters came from all over the world, not just from Syria or Iraq.
Charles was now silent and she turned her attention back to the judge while he spoke to them about the Koran, the Sharia and the fact they were not regarded as civilians with rights as they were neither Muslim or members of Islamic State.
“As enemies of the state all three of you deserve to die,” he finally said, confirming what they already expected. “But we have decided that a simple decapitation is too easy, especially for you, Miss Foxen,” he added directing himself to her. She cringed inside and felt her hands tremble.
“We cannot accept foreign interference like this, but from a woman this is utterly intolerable. We know about your plans and opinions from the articles you have written in the last couple of years. Feminist propaganda, claiming how women have the right to abandon their husbands and even have a right to kill their unborn children. This is an affront to Allah, praised be his name. Because you are a disease, you should be eradicated. We have decided that you deserve the ultimate punishment and we should make you into an example for anyone else trying to undermine the truth and our way of life.”
Alisa couldn’t believe her ears and started to tremble even more. What was he saying? How could he accuse her of crimes when all she did was stand up for the oppressed. She was no criminal, he was a criminal himself! And how was death in itself not bad enough? What else did they want?
The judge took a piece of paper and gave her a long stare before he started reading, this time speaking in Arabic for the benefit of the crowd in the courtroom. The camera was back on him, recording everything he said. Alisa didn’t understand anything he read and waited nervously. Then the camera turned to her, while the judge started to read the translation to them. The camera was recording her face to see how she reacted to the verdict.
“The court condemns Alisa Foxen to death by torture. She will publicly be tortured for five days. On the first day she will be flogged. On the second day she will be hanged and impaled. On the third day she will be crucified and undergo further torture while being kept alive until the evening of the fifth day. Because she is not a Muslim, we see no reason to keep her modest and since she deserves to be humiliated to the maximum extend, all torture will be conducted in public on her naked body. She will be filmed and everything will be broadcast so the public will see what fate awaits those foreign women who try to disrupt our way of life and our beliefs. The two men that accompanied her and worked with her as spies, named Charles Wood and William Pole, will witness everything done to Miss Foxen, while also being tortured. On the fifth day they will be publicly decapitated.”
Alisa was dazed when she heard the verdict. Charles sprang up and started shouting while they hit him with sticks. William also jumped to his feet and tried to resist his attackers.
“We do not accept this court,” shouted Charles. “You have no right,” added William in protest. “We demand a lawyer!”
They were both quickly subdued with forceful blows of sticks by several men guarding them. Alisa was silently shaking while she tried to comprehend the verdict that she just heard. She had not moved a muscle, too numb to move, but she had visibly been trembling.
The ordeals of Alisa Foxen
About a journalist sentenced to death by Islamic State.By: Doragon (2021)
Disclaimer: All characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. The following story contains strong sexual elements, bizarre torture and is basically a sexual horror story.
Chapter 1: Sentencing
Alisa was nervously fiddling with the hem of her shirt, her hands in her lap. The table in front of her was old, damaged and out of place as it appeared to have been somebody’s diner table at some point. Now it was in a makeshift court, like her. She glanced up at the three men forming the tribunal. Dressed in black, faces covered as if they were bandits from a bad movie. Two of them listened while the middle one spoke into the camera, giving a speech or something. She didn’t understand a word of what he said. It was Arabic of course as they were in Syria. She sighed as she knew she never should have come here. She brought a hand to the button at the top of her shirt, as if unconsciously checking if all were decently closed, as she kept doing for the past hour or so. She had been wearing a scarf over her head since the day she came to the country of course, but they had strangely enough taken that away from her.
She didn’t look at the others at this point. Both Charles and William were convinced that they were going to be put to death by decapitation. It had happened before with foreign journalists. They had spent de night together in a cell after their capture. Their car had been stopped and despite the papers that granting them international immunity on the grounds of being journalists, they had been dragged off to a small town and put in a room together of a building that was once a school. They had quietly discussed their fate and agreed there was little hope. She expected to be decapitated as well, as the state wasn’t known to be particularly soft on women. Her friends expected her to be spared such a fate. She had her doubts. There was of course also the possibility they made her into a sex slave. She knew what happened to lots of Yesidi women. She didn’t know what would be worse, death or slavery. Her hand felt the neckline of her shirt as if it was too tight. The sharia judge ended his speech. He looked at them now and as the camera also turned to them, she quickly lowered her hand.
“You have come to our territory under false pretences,” he said and she was surprised he spoke English so perfectly. “Posing as journalists while actually working on a program to turn our women against us. This is unforgiveable.” Charles started to protest, saying with a loud voice that they were not here to do any such thing, but he got hit on the head to make him shut up.
“Don’t speak until I ask you something,” said the judge. Alisa wondered how he got such a perfect English accent. Was he actually British? Or had he lived in the UK? She knew the Islamic fighters came from all over the world, not just from Syria or Iraq.
Charles was now silent and she turned her attention back to the judge while he spoke to them about the Koran, the Sharia and the fact they were not regarded as civilians with rights as they were neither Muslim or members of Islamic State.
“As enemies of the state all three of you deserve to die,” he finally said, confirming what they already expected. “But we have decided that a simple decapitation is too easy, especially for you, Miss Foxen,” he added directing himself to her. She cringed inside and felt her hands tremble.
“We cannot accept foreign interference like this, but from a woman this is utterly intolerable. We know about your plans and opinions from the articles you have written in the last couple of years. Feminist propaganda, claiming how women have the right to abandon their husbands and even have a right to kill their unborn children. This is an affront to Allah, praised be his name. Because you are a disease, you should be eradicated. We have decided that you deserve the ultimate punishment and we should make you into an example for anyone else trying to undermine the truth and our way of life.”
Alisa couldn’t believe her ears and started to tremble even more. What was he saying? How could he accuse her of crimes when all she did was stand up for the oppressed. She was no criminal, he was a criminal himself! And how was death in itself not bad enough? What else did they want?
The judge took a piece of paper and gave her a long stare before he started reading, this time speaking in Arabic for the benefit of the crowd in the courtroom. The camera was back on him, recording everything he said. Alisa didn’t understand anything he read and waited nervously. Then the camera turned to her, while the judge started to read the translation to them. The camera was recording her face to see how she reacted to the verdict.
“The court condemns Alisa Foxen to death by torture. She will publicly be tortured for five days. On the first day she will be flogged. On the second day she will be hanged and impaled. On the third day she will be crucified and undergo further torture while being kept alive until the evening of the fifth day. Because she is not a Muslim, we see no reason to keep her modest and since she deserves to be humiliated to the maximum extend, all torture will be conducted in public on her naked body. She will be filmed and everything will be broadcast so the public will see what fate awaits those foreign women who try to disrupt our way of life and our beliefs. The two men that accompanied her and worked with her as spies, named Charles Wood and William Pole, will witness everything done to Miss Foxen, while also being tortured. On the fifth day they will be publicly decapitated.”
Alisa was dazed when she heard the verdict. Charles sprang up and started shouting while they hit him with sticks. William also jumped to his feet and tried to resist his attackers.
“We do not accept this court,” shouted Charles. “You have no right,” added William in protest. “We demand a lawyer!”
They were both quickly subdued with forceful blows of sticks by several men guarding them. Alisa was silently shaking while she tried to comprehend the verdict that she just heard. She had not moved a muscle, too numb to move, but she had visibly been trembling.