For Her
He was a slave living in this city. An ordinary lad with a naive and sincere heart.
He was in the crowd as they led her. Shouts all around, tumult and commotion, a large crowd of gathered people. And the soldiers of Rome, not only the ordinary city guards. He knew this was someone important, special. Earlier, he had seen her standing there, on a dais, as she was shown to the city, on the steps of the Governor.
And as many, out of curiosity only he stayed there - in the crowd on the street, among people, he wanted only to see closely just for a moment, to stay there for a moment. Because he had to come back in a moment, because his mother was waiting for him, and then to the house of her owner, to be there on time ... so that the overseer would not notice his absence for too long ...
And there it is - they passed by him, with her, and he saw clearly, yes !,… a beautiful woman from among the crowd! ... he noticed her nakedness, shining in this crowd ... And she, led in this way, looked at him ... or maybe he was just imagining? Her eyes ... was it just him in the crowd that she looked at? ... And he, shocked by the nakedness he had never seen before, by the beauty of this woman led in such a way - walked with everyone, passively, and the impression of her gaze in the depths of his heart was reflected, his heart trembled unusually ...
He run ... fast, faster, full of emotions, excited to overtake the front of the procession, to see up close once more, for the last time .. .. and he saw them approaching, he saw her again in the loud noise around resounding ... she must have been someone very important! … And did she lift her head up and look at him again? For him? … Led by guard, being so close already! ... or was he just imagining? ... her eyes, the spell reflected in his head ... and he fell to his knees, knelt, not knowing why, as she passed by, carrying her yoke, in dazzling nudity ... a naive lad, though no one would see, him hidden in the crowd ... he knelt, staring at her, led in front of her ... without knowing why ... ...
But they saw him! Those who led her - the guards and the soldier of Rome. And they pulled him out of the crowd, terrified! It's probably her follower! - they cried ... to go to here! ... No no! - he denied, I'm not ... no .. - the guards' laughter at the sight of his fear, as the schoolboy by the ear was pulled to the middle of the street, before the procession so stopped ... On the bastard's knees! look at her! worship your Lady now!
... and right in front of her ... on her knees ... with a red face from shame ... in the bursts of laughter and mocking voices, loud all around ... in front of everyone ... he, a silly, naive boy, with a good heart ... and she now was surely looking at him ...
He thought that they would release him, that the shame so great that had woken him would all and nothing more. He asked them to let him go home, but they laughed… let the bastard walk with his queen - one of the guards called, and the other told him to cross his hands together and bond them. An unknown fear seized him cold, shame that they do this to him in front of everyone, he came back with strength ... he tried to tear his hands away, but they were already tied and the guard pulled him like a doll, he felt his strength, he heard them laughing at him again ... shame ... shame ... fear ... after all, his mother was waiting for him ... after all, he must be with his owner ... and this ... - the fact that when he was kneeling in front of her he became involuntarily aroused and his member stiffened, that only now he noticed it being pulled by a guard ... another wave of shame flooded him, and he stared down at his clothes ... Yahwe ... please, let no one notice it ... shame, shame .. fear, fear ... Yahwe, I haven't done anything and I'm dragged tied up ... I don't know her, I don't know her! … Please let them let me out, please! …
But pulled by the guard, he walked in the procession, behind her ridiculed and insulted, he alone in a shame he had never known ... begging in his mind that no one knew him, and at the same time with his head full of thought that everyone could see him here ... And he asked them to let him go again, assuring him that he hadn't done anything, that he didn't know her ... and he was scared, more and more ... so scared when they approached this city gate ... when he realized he was going among the guards in the procession to this most terrible place where people are killed ... where their bodies fed vultures and ravens, where is the gate of hell ... .. and she was walking far ahead of him, already beyond the gate, and he still saw the cross on her shoulders and the crown of thorns on her head, her body scourged…. emotions, numbed him, he did not see what would happen next, the guards, laughing, shouted to him - you will join your Lady right there ... if you love her so much, maybe we will pick you up instead! ... he stared at them blankly, not knowing how to understand their mockery ....
Finally, in this terrible place, in front of the crowd gathered there, they wanted to ridicule her, ... they "proudly" seated her on the little dais. And they dragged him there too ... they ordered him to undress .. completely! ...