Here's more new and old-ish stuff from my archives. I wonder if anyone out there can pair a short story to any of these images.
Ok,
this one will write a short vignette for the third image…
After the slave auction was over, the unsold slaves were given as a free gift to the squad of hard-working slave-guards. These poor brutes were also slaves themselves, so regarded their gift as toys available for torture and rape. They had no use for unwanted slaves, but they loved cruelty.
Alexis, the leader of the squad, had a brutal idea. “Let’s crucify the big one and enjoy his suffering! Then we make the other one,
the loinclothslave, kneel at the base of his cross, chained to the base of the stipes! We will order it to lick the blood, piss, and semen of the crucified one during the entire slow death. And apply the whip and tools of torture to it, see if we can make it scream even more than the crucified one.”
After watching them nail my older brother to the cross and raising him, I was horrified when they showed me what I must now do. They brutalized me, tortured me with whip and hot metal, forcing me to humiliate myself before my own flesh and blood.
I did scream, and so did he. Eventually they grew drunk and left me chained in place, left to remain and watch my own brother die. Left with tears filling my eyes from not just the pain they inflicted, but my heartache, and the deepest, darkest, melancholic
despair…
After the second night, they came back to rape, torture and whip again, even as my brother barely managed to breath…
On the third night his death rattle occurred and I did not know if they were coming back or if my fate was to die as a kneeling, whipped
torture slave, dying at the nailed foot of my dead brother…