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…SALT AND NOT WATER…
Zmyrna's martyrdom (or rather her condemnation) continued inexorably.
She was covered in burns, with her tits pierced by nails, other nails nailed her to the cross, another nail was inside in her navel, she was full of sores and deep marks from her whip.
She was still alive… she asked in a faint voice for some water, and the two torturers laughed in her face: “you will have salt, not water, whore!” and they began to spread salt on her body, inserting their fingers into her deepest wounds.
Zmyrna cried as she suffered that unbearable torment.
Sunset was approaching and many spectators were leaving the Arena, after the unforgettable spectacle of the crucifixion of the murderous slave woman.
After hours and hours of uninterrupted torture, the torture in Zmyrna was coming to an end...
Zmyrna's martyrdom (or rather her condemnation) continued inexorably.
She was covered in burns, with her tits pierced by nails, other nails nailed her to the cross, another nail was inside in her navel, she was full of sores and deep marks from her whip.
She was still alive… she asked in a faint voice for some water, and the two torturers laughed in her face: “you will have salt, not water, whore!” and they began to spread salt on her body, inserting their fingers into her deepest wounds.
Zmyrna cried as she suffered that unbearable torment.
Sunset was approaching and many spectators were leaving the Arena, after the unforgettable spectacle of the crucifixion of the murderous slave woman.
After hours and hours of uninterrupted torture, the torture in Zmyrna was coming to an end...