Judith turns away. She longed for this moment, to see her beautiful Messaline on the cross, but the sight is too much for her. Her lover writhes and fights her cross, pain written in her face, animal sounds marking her agony. Judith turns away, looking for the strength within herself to give Messa comfort.
Submit? It is not Messa's way, to hang meek and quiet on her cross. But there is no escape, the instrument of her torture and death will not go away. It cannot be defeated, only resisted. Messa draws inner strength from the struggle, but ultimately her body will tire.
It is all the same one way or the other. The man in the background, Messa, both will meet the same end. Each goes to meet it in a way fitting their own needs.
, some of them were already living their fantasy, only carrying the patibulum or more wishing the crucifixion, we'll be soon sharing, in a same delight, this deep ecstasy !
