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malins said:
So easily crushed. I asked him to not wait too long, ... now it seems too soon.

I know it begins. My soon is now. It will end only after I have ended.
Oh, the other tortures, they were hard, but there was something of me that endured them, that hid from them, and resurfaced; finally the torture was withdrawn and I did still exist.
The nails too, finally, will be drawn out, drawn with a wet smack from lifeless limbs, but then there will be nothing left of me. Nothing other than

what they'll drag and heave with disgust into the flesh-pit.

I know it's over, but still I cling to whatever I have to hold on to... my nails.
I'm such a silly thing, I asked you, Sir, to be quick about it but now I'll beg for just a little time...
... don't pry the nails from my clinging hands just now.
Give me just that moment, a last tenderness, wrap your one hand around my clenched fist, and lay a finger lightly on that spot in my wrist where I know the spike must go, and wait that moment for my fingers to uncurl, and I'll pass the nail into your grip again.
Then, I'd pray for you to be quick, place it and strike hard.
And oh my Sister. Although you always said the opposite, in my heart I know I'm the weaker of us two. I need you so much to be near but please in this moment I would give all for you to be far away from this dreadful place. And I will give all, for nothing; all what I want and need, it's all for nothing now. So please be strong even though you went there first; when you see the last trembling shudder in me, then close your eyes and let go, but don't leave me alone here.

They make us into something dead while still alive, a certain species of ghost, as our feet never touch the ground; we see and hear, and are seen and heard, but we can touch nothing, though we can be touched. Howling spirits of pure pain.
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Magnificent!

-All right... You will have this moment... And I promise. It will be quick...
 

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Hasturan said:
I'm afraid to miss if I look in your eyes...
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Don't pretend.

...You aren't doing this for the first time, are you? You've nailed many of us and raised us to watch our desparate struggles.

So you know, you aren't going to lift that hammer up way above your head and scream like some comic-book barbarian and bring it down with a huge blow.
It's so unnecessary!
Look how big and heavy the hammer is. Look how pointed and sharp the nail is. Consider my slim wrists and how easy the nail will push through, driven by that weight.
Really it would be enough to place the hammer half-high above the nail-head and just let it drop! The nail will come out the other side and bite crunching into the wood.
You will not miss the nail-head if you look my way, but if it's just the nail you look at, you'll miss that moment.
 
I'll be looking at you, not the nail.
I certainly will.

It doesn't hurt until the blow comes.

What happens then I don't know.
Maybe I'll be screaming very loud, and squeezing my eyes shut.
Maybe my mouth will just fall open and my eyes roll back into my head.
Maybe I'll clench my teeth or bite down on my tongue.
Maybe nausea will roll over me and I'll choke on my vomit.

I don't know.

Don't you understand, Sir? -- I've never been nailed to a cross before, you see?
It's the first time for me!
How would I know!?

You're the one who's seen it, done it, many times. I wasn't there when you did it with my sister.

Are we all the same?

Do we all do the same thing when the first nail goes in?
When do we stop being people?
When you nail us? - when you raise us? - when we feel we can't breathe? when our body decides for us, that it must come up for air, long after we'd wish to rest and cease with the rising of chest and beating of our heart?
Can you ... remember us, or do we all blur into one?

Just now I'm still a person, maybe it's the last moment I am, so look at me, look at me, see me, and now please do it! Whichever way, do it!
 
malins said:
So easily crushed. I asked him to not wait too long, ... now it seems too soon.

I know it begins. My soon is now. It will end only after I have ended.
Oh, the other tortures, they were hard, but there was something of me that endured them, that hid from them, and resurfaced; finally the torture was withdrawn and I did still exist.
The nails too, finally, will be drawn out, drawn with a wet smack from lifeless limbs, but then there will be nothing left of me. Nothing other than what they'll drag and heave with disgust into the flesh-pit.

I know it's over, but still I cling to whatever I have to hold on to... my nails.
I'm such a silly thing, I asked you, Sir, to be quick about it but now I'll beg for just a little time...
... don't pry the nails from my clinging hands just now.
Give me just that moment, a last tenderness, wrap your one hand around my clenched fist, and lay a finger lightly on that spot in my wrist where I know the spike must go, and wait that moment for my fingers to uncurl, and I'll pass the nail into your grip again.
Then, I'd pray for you to be quick, place it and strike hard.
And oh my Sister. Although you always said the opposite, in my heart I know I'm the weaker of us two. I need you so much to be near but please in this moment I would give all for you to be far away from this dreadful place. And I will give all, for nothing; all what I want and need, it's all for nothing now. So please be strong even though you went there first; when you see the last trembling shudder in me, then close your eyes and let go, but don't leave me alone here.

They make us into something dead while still alive, a certain species of ghost, as our feet never touch the ground; we see and hear, and are seen and heard, but we can touch nothing, though we can be touched. Howling spirits of pure pain.
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Brilliantly written thoughts, Malins!!!:clapping:
 
malins said:
I'll be looking at you, not the nail.
I certainly will.

It doesn't hurt until the blow comes.

What happens then I don't know.
Maybe I'll be screaming very loud, and squeezing my eyes shut.
Maybe my mouth will just fall open and my eyes roll back into my head.
Maybe I'll clench my teeth or bite down on my tongue.
Maybe nausea will roll over me and I'll choke on my vomit.

I don't know.

Don't you understand, Sir? -- I've never been nailed to a cross before, you see?
It's the first time for me!
How would I know!?

You're the one who's seen it, done it, many times. I wasn't there when you did it with my sister.

Are we all the same?

Do we all do the same thing when the first nail goes in?
When do we stop being people?
When you nail us? - when you raise us? - when we feel we can't breathe? when our body decides for us, that it must come up for air, long after we'd wish to rest and cease with the rising of chest and beating of our heart?
Can you ... remember us, or do we all blur into one?

Just now I'm still a person, maybe it's the last moment I am, so look at me, look at me, see me, and now please do it! Whichever way, do it!
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Actually, i don't find myself on this art as exicutioner...
Maybe i'm loving husband, whose wife will have crucified...
It's my own decadence...
I'm like a host... Host of the nightmare...
Alex, host of the nightmare...
Nevermind...

Of course you are not the same. But you all are never stop being people...
And I'd rather hear the sound of your heart every night...
Stop this nightmare once and for all

Your sister is crying...

And i remember all of you...
 
malins said:
Oh please! Everybody's human. It's a very exciting situation, almost a frenzy, little omissions can occur! It's easy to criticize when all that's expected of you is to spread out your limbs and wait for things to happen!
So yes, this will be best if we work together on it, and I'll help as I best can.
Don't be too long, it's hard to stay brave!
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it is a real union work isn´t?:devil:
 
It appears that Hasturan's Deviantart account has been suspended. Damn shame, that.

I suppose this is a fair warning to everyone else that we can show as much brutal torture and crucifixion as we want, but we can't show a peepee touching a vajayjay, that's gross.
 
malins said:
Don't pretend.

...You aren't doing this for the first time, are you? You've nailed many of us and raised us to watch our desparate struggles.

So you know, you aren't going to lift that hammer up way above your head and scream like some comic-book barbarian and bring it down with a huge blow.
It's so unnecessary!
Look how big and heavy the hammer is. Look how pointed and sharp the nail is. Consider my slim wrists and how easy the nail will push through, driven by that weight.
Really it would be enough to place the hammer half-high above the nail-head and just let it drop! The nail will come out the other side and bite crunching into the wood.
You will not miss the nail-head if you look my way, but if it's just the nail you look at, you'll miss that moment.
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malins said:
Do we all do the same thing when the first nail goes in?
When do we stop being people?
When you nail us? - when you raise us? - when we feel we can't breathe? when our body decides for us, that it must come up for air, long after we'd wish to rest and cease with the rising of chest and beating of our heart?
Can you ... remember us, or do we all blur into one?

Just now I'm still a person, maybe it's the last moment I am, so look at me, look at me, see me, and now please do it! Whichever way, do it!
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Excellent writing, Malins! :)
A rarely seen communication with the executioner (acceptance of the sentence as a sedative for the pain to come)?
"Can you... remember us, or do we all blur into one?"
The executioner will certainly remember you!
 
Yes, that's a lovely exchange between you two, exploring the complexity of the torturer/victim, executioner/condemned relationship.
A few thoughts from my reading of (quite a lot of) accounts by women of being tortured by men -
  • some do mention the men, at least the rank and file squaddies, showing 'kindness', trying to make things no worse than they have to be (which is of course hideous enough), taking care to tie/ strap them as comfortably as they can, giving the victim a cigarette after the session's over - even one boy who was so shy he asked the girl to fit the electrodes in her cunt herself!
  • at the other extreme, men so depraved, they'd go off at the end of their shift, home to eat with their wives and play with their kids for a bit, then make excuses that they had 'work' to do back at the barracks, and come back to enjoy more torturing;
  • and some obviously conflicted, swinging between reluctance and violent cruelty, as if they're fighting with themselves, and taking it out on their victims.
 
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