For Gabriella, the sky is a mix of blue, of sunlight suddenly shining directly in her eyes, of dark shadows framing thug faces grinning as they watch her, all seen through the blur of tears, blood and spit covering her beautiful green eyes.
While laying on the ground, she is perfectly aware of everything, her senses sharper than ever. Her back aches, touching directly on the floor. The wound under her breast, where the scourge chopped off a little piece of her living flesh, aches. Her head aches, the thorns cruelly piercing her forehead and scalp. Her pussy and ass ache, and each time she closes her eyes for a second she can see again in her mind the images of the soldiers raping her, taking pleasure from her pain.
She is terrorized, from what is soon going to happen. And she gasps for breath, again and again, her perky tits move up and down, involuntarily giving a sexy show to the soldiers and mob around. When she gave herself to the Romans to save her people she couldn't imagine all this.
Then somebody around her barks out loud: "Strip her!" and immediately they yank the purple cloak from her. When it reopens the scourge wounds it was attached to and scratches on the others, Gabriella whimpers piteously, biting her lower lip, trying desperately not to scream again..."aaaahhhmmmmaaaahhh aaaahhhhhhh". But the scene is too much for one soldier, who bends forward and tweaks and pulls her left nipple, his long dirty fingernails scratching her sensitive tender skin. Gabriella opens her mouth and lets a moan of pain escaper her lips..."aaammAAAAAAHHHH" and this seems to satisfy the soldier, who cruelly twists her nipple once more then gets up.
But the activity does not stop around the Queen. They rapidly start assembling her cross, passing the ropes through the iron rings along the beam that will hoist the patibulum on the tree of shame, with Gabriella attached on it. One from the execution squad, the civilians from her own people who sold themselves to the Romans, raises a leather bag in front of her so that he is sure that she has seen it, than lets it fall on the ground. The loud sharp CLANG! as it hits the floor leaves Gabriella no doubt that it contains the thick nails that will cruelly fix her tender limbs to the hard wood, sending her in her private Hell on Earth. A thought flashes suddenly in her mind: "how can they so cruel to show her the instruments they will use to torture her to death, making of her hours and hours of suffering a show to entertain the mob?"
One of the soldiers has brought a flask full wine, and has started sharing it with his comrades. They are already half-drunk. Two starts fighting over her robe. Another claims that he wants the crown of thorns, "once that we're done with her" and he shouts it so that she can hear him, his figure looming over her beautiful form. Finally, a third comes and stops them: "we'll play dice for them, will be fun guys!"
Her crucifixion is getting closer and closer.
