What races in her mind right now?
Gods! My body aflame from the whipping.
Shivering and shuddering, eyes closed, breathing deeply, the fire still running through my veins.
Against the cold stone of the torture-post, cold that brings some relief.
I'm left alone for a while, unfettered, unguarded it seems -
they are off to take care of something ... get something ... for me.
It's not as if I would be going anywhere.
My legs are jelly, the notion that I could even so much as get up on my feet seems ridiculous.
This is only the beginning, I know.
They are going to
crucify me.
When we started taking things over, picking up the reins of the kingdom that was running unguided as the court descended into madness debauchery and corruption ... when we started forging edicts and decrees ... rationally we should have known what would happen to us if things went wrong.
And they were bound to.
We just pretended it couldn't go wrong ...
Footfall in the corridor ...
Here they come ...
instinctively I cover myself, a silly gesture as they will take whatever they wish.
Oh no.
They're bringing one of those crown things...
The ones they put them on...
the ones they crown as mock queens ...
those they hurt the most.
Death on the cross is already agonizing beyond imagination ... but things can
always get worse,
and dying as a mock queen on the throne of pain is a lot worse
than just being a criminal left to hang by nails from the wood.
Now I might have taken advantage of this or that opportunity,
but I
never never never tried to usurp the title of queen!
If anything I was a servant, left without authority!
It's not fair!
Ugh, as if anything about getting crucified was ever going to be
fair...