“…MISERERE MEI, DOMINE…”
Pierced by nails, in a distorted and unnatural position, sitting on a large instrument stuck in her anus, Zmyrna struggled to breathe and was prey to terrible pains and chills all over her body.
She turned to one of the two torturers and with a faint voice, broken by the difficulty in breathing, crying she begged him: "mercy on me sir" and he, laughing, spat in her face, where the saliva mixed with the tears of the tortured girl.
There would have been no mercy for the murderous slave, indeed other terrible torments awaited her on her cross...