The crucifixion day drags into late afternoon. Governor Pontius Wraggulus’ daughter Deborah tours Golgotha to view the condemned women close up as they writhe on their crosses. She looks at Messaline as the crucified woman twists between the spikes that hold her to the cross futilely seeking relief for her tortured body. Deborah smirks from her hooded cloak and says to her handmaid “Isn’t she pathetic? The filthy bitch is still trying to get comfortable while she waits to die.”
Deborah doesn’t stay on the hill that long. She finds the scene while certainly fit for the condemned crucified wenches is below her presence. The women have all purged bladders and bowels and some have vomited. Their bodies reek from their waste and shine with blood-stained sweat.
Barb looks over at Messaline and asks her if she knows how long it takes for the cross to kill its victim. Messa shakes her head saying “I have been tied to a cross for a day and a half and I wasn’t close to dead when they took me down. Being nailed to it hurts a lot more but I think we’ll be waiting to die well into tomorrow.”
“What do we do until then” Barb asks.
Messa looks at Barb and says “We wait to die.”
Barb had not expected the pain of crucifixion but the thought of spending the night nailed to her cross has never crossed her mind. She looks down at her body stretched on the cross. She wonders how she could survive the night.
Barb wishes she could scratch her breast but the spikes forbid that comfort.
Back at the governor’s palace Doborah stands next to her father and looks up at the hill. With a huff in her voice she says “I know they deserve their crosses and they are suffering horribly for their crimes but I am glad I am immune to such punishment!”
Governor Wraggulus stares up at the hill and says “Today you are immune but those women thought they were safe coming here. They don’t think so now. The same hold for you. It may not happen here but there is more than one world and it may not treat you as well as you have it here.”
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Deborah doesn’t stay on the hill that long. She finds the scene while certainly fit for the condemned crucified wenches is below her presence. The women have all purged bladders and bowels and some have vomited. Their bodies reek from their waste and shine with blood-stained sweat.
Barb looks over at Messaline and asks her if she knows how long it takes for the cross to kill its victim. Messa shakes her head saying “I have been tied to a cross for a day and a half and I wasn’t close to dead when they took me down. Being nailed to it hurts a lot more but I think we’ll be waiting to die well into tomorrow.”
“What do we do until then” Barb asks.
Messa looks at Barb and says “We wait to die.”
Barb had not expected the pain of crucifixion but the thought of spending the night nailed to her cross has never crossed her mind. She looks down at her body stretched on the cross. She wonders how she could survive the night.
Barb wishes she could scratch her breast but the spikes forbid that comfort.
Back at the governor’s palace Doborah stands next to her father and looks up at the hill. With a huff in her voice she says “I know they deserve their crosses and they are suffering horribly for their crimes but I am glad I am immune to such punishment!”
Governor Wraggulus stares up at the hill and says “Today you are immune but those women thought they were safe coming here. They don’t think so now. The same hold for you. It may not happen here but there is more than one world and it may not treat you as well as you have it here.”
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