I want the whip and the leash around my neck as I am led like a cow through the streets in nothing but my sheer black satin loincloth...I want the platibulum to dig into my whipped sunburnt shoulders, I want the spit and feces and rotten vegetables thrown at me by leering mocking onlookers to drip off of my bruised bloodied form as my poor bare feet stumble on the way to my Golgotha, my Paradise.
I want the other two women crucified with me to taunt my stumbling too, the cheap catty whores remarks biting and mean!