Marta sees two of her dear friends who are being severely whipped. One is Antje, captured by the Romans, a half-blood Nordic slave of Celtic and Germanic descent.
Antje, is 23 years old, blonde with a very strong physique and very tall, having the remarkable height of 1.80m, the whips were tearing the skin of her back, however she screamed and bravely endured the pain, even if she was now completely exhausted after 50 whip blows (see Antje in the image).
Marta is shocked and puts a hand to her mouth seeing Ilia, 32 years old, her best friend despite the age gap, who is now about to lose consciousness due to the terrible physical stress, the pain of the wounds from the whippings and the loss of blood (with her back now completely torn apart) having received 60 normal whip strokes from the Lictors, which makes it clear that Ilia is a very strong woman as well as muscular to withstand 60.
Marta starts crying: "Enough! Enough! You're killing her!"
Ilia turns to Marta with the little strength she has left, recognizing her voice with the last thread of lucidity she has left in her body and says "Hey.....don't worry..." (see the pic) wackkk... "ah-hh-h-h" the sixty-first lash arrives, by now Ilia barely feels that she is about to faint, she only makes short moans.
Waackkk "Oh-h-h" and after this lash Ilia collapses completely, letting herself be carried away by the fainting that ends up swallowing her.
A Lictor administers another lash to Ilia to verify the actual fainting.
Marta: "You killed her! She's dead, you bastard pigs!" Marta cries in despair and is dragged, while Ilia, still unconscious, is untied by the Lictors and picked up by slaves to immediately take her to have her terrible wounds treated.
A Lictor: "Stupid little girl, your friend just fainted! She's not dead!...ahahah...look at this! but! not bad for a girl of 18 years old still...right? Am I right!? Very small in stature and thin but look at this what muscles you have!"