Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
As I expected, the vendor had not noticed that I grabbed an apple from his stock.They took my body and turned it into pain. I love my body, like when people enjoy it. But what they did to me is indescribable.
Actually I'm scared to look at that destroyed body. That huge nail keeping my feet on my suppedaneum, all these whipmarks on my skin. The only area without damged skin seems to be around my balls and my cock. Everything else is nothing than cuts, blood, sweat and dirt.
I want to prevent to look at my nailed wrists, but when I turn my head to watch Andrea, I'm forced to. That sight of the nails in the wrists scares me the most. I shiver, turn my head to the spectators.
Some are talking, some look at us with interest, some come close and look straight at me. As if they want to inhale the agony.
Sometimes they are smiling when I stand up to breathe and expose my dangling cock. Then the women whisper each other in the ears.
As a criminal I never thought that this could happen. The idea of getting caught only sporadically existed and has here turned into horryfying reality for Andrea and me.
I suddenly feel paralysed. I had crossed a point of no return! I try to move away from the stall without drawing his attention. Meanwhile, I anxiously look around! Had no one seen me!?
Suddenly, I cross the looks of a woman, of around fifty! Has she seen my theft? Will she alert the guards? I am stuck between trying to pretend innocence, and running away as hard as I can! I curse myself already for my stupidity! Waves of uncontrollably fear rush through my body, through my head. I imagine myself already getting crucified on the spot, next to the other thieves!
The woman nods to me. At least, she does not shout “thief!”, but suppose, she will walk calmly to one of the guards and inform them? She vanishes in the crowd.
I further look around! Nothing more to worry about, it seems. Oh wait! Cire and Andrea! I suddenly feel their eyes on me, high from their cross! Of course, they must have seen me! As experienced, professional thieves, they no doubt can spot an act of theft amidst a crowd, even in a fully occupied circus! It would be some last act of revenge of them, to denounce a thief among the crowd that mocks and taunts them, and almost celebrates their cruel fate! A last show of “You see, you folks are not better than we are!?”.