KurvyKate
Magistrate
OK, I'll think about it. I'll think about who these people are and why whoever she is, faces such a terrible ordeal. I want to write it in the first person to role play her, because that's where my thrill is, to be as terrified as she must be. I can imagine being put in the yoke and led to the boat but here's the thing, do I know what's going to happen to me?feel free to do so. i'd rather appreciate this.
This could be some sort of ritual killing. Am I being sacrificed to please the spirits? Is the island a sacred place? They don't look like priests, but if they are, do they abandon the ceremony I was yoked in, wherever it was I came from? I mean if I'm not coming back and I'm expendable, no one will know what they did to me apart from crucify me. Do they torture me as part of the ceremony or just because they want to and no one will know?
If this is a ritual killing, have I been bred for it? Have I grown up knowing that one day I would be offered to the gods like this. Maybe all I know is that the other girls didn't come back. I don't necessarily need to know they were nailed to a cross upside down and left to drown. Perhaps you'd like me to suffer the horror of being chosen to die somehow. Worse, is my death punishment, and if so, what for?
Yet worse still, are these bad men, are they gangsters who terrorise the villages I live in. Do they demand young women as some sort of tax, payment in a protection racket? Is my whole ordeal nothing more than feeding the sexual depravity of these monsters. Am I worth so little?
I won't write the crucifixion itself. There's a hundred others on this site who've been there and done that. I don't want to write my mutilation either. I can't imagine what that would be like to suffer. It's so terrible it can't be credible fantasy, not for me, but fear can. I can imagine the dread. Even if I know I'll die such a brutal death, I can feel the erotic power in submission to it. Will I be able to cope when the time comes, when the nails are inevitably hammered through my wrists and ankles and I'm left for the rising tide to kill me?
Will the pain and my terror destroy the beauty in my submission in the end?