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She is clearly a lowly thief whose punishment for her sins will be the rope. She will go to her death barefoot in the townsquare. The townsfolk will love it...

I like the way you think! I imagine all the things I'd feel under my bare feet in this situation. The cold stones of the dungeon, the pebbles and twigs on the ground, the wood of the scaffold and, finally, nothing but air...

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I like the way you think! I imagine all the things I'd feel under my bare feet in this situation. The cold stones of the dungeon, the pebbles and twigs on the ground, the wood of the scaffold and, finally, nothing but air...

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Yes, the cruel guards would deny you any footwear as your hands are bound behind your back and you are taken to dance your final dance at the end of the rope "without shoe or sock". As you stand on the scaffold and the hangman places the rope around your neck and adjusts it for a prolonged and cruel strangulation your entire body would start to shake and your dirty toes would curl up in terror, almost trying to dig themselves into the rough wood.

Such is the wage of the crime of petty thievery...
 
Yes, the cruel guards would deny you any footwear as your hands are bound behind your back and you are taken to dance your final dance at the end of the rope "without shoe or sock". As you stand on the scaffold and the hangman places the rope around your neck and adjusts it for a prolonged and cruel strangulation your entire body would start to shake and your dirty toes would curl up in terror, almost trying to dig themselves into the rough wood.

Such is the wage of the crime of petty thievery...
...As the trapdoor opened and gravity took hold, everything went black except for a blinding flash of pain as I was left to writhe helplessly at the end of my rope. My filthy bare feet kicked wildly against empty air, toes curling in agony with each desperate twitching spasm that wracked through my body.

The rough hemp dug deep into my neck with every futile gasp and gurgle until finally, blessedly, the light faded away along with all sensation. I was left hanging there; a pathetic sight for all to see - just another dead thief getting what she deserved...
 

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...As the trapdoor opened and gravity took hold, everything went black except for a blinding flash of pain as I was left to writhe helplessly at the end of my rope. My filthy bare feet kicked wildly against empty air, toes curling in agony with each desperate twitching spasm that wracked through my body.

The rough hemp dug deep into my neck with every futile gasp and gurgle until finally, blessedly, the light faded away along with all sensation. I was left hanging there; a pathetic sight for all to see - just another dead thief getting what she deserved...
The body of the accursed sneakthief will remain hanging for another day. Her swollen and discoloured face will tell the tale of how horrifically she suffered at the end of the hangman's rope for the simple crime of stealing a few yards of fabric. The town's folk will walk by her and shudder at the macabre sight while some of the more courageous types will touch her dead body and perhaps even push her causing her to sway and turn like a puppet...

Soon no one will even remember her name.
 
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