Ann awaits the nails
----------------------
Upon reaching the place of execution,
@assistantann is roughly pushed to the stony ground.
She howls as her scourged back scrapes against the jagged and uneven terrain. Small pieces of stone get stuck in her wounds.
The titulus is savagely torn from around her neck and thrown on the ground next to her.
Exhausted, she lies there, her chest heaving madly up and down, legs splayed wide apart.
The soldiers encircle Ann, jeering and mocking. One of them throws a horn-shaped object next to her naked body, shouting "A worthy saddle for your throne, bitch!".
Trembling in pain, she hardly notices as another soldier comes up. He kneels next to her, slaps Ann in the face and shoves a long iron spike in front of her face, exclaiming
"Is this large enough for you, your majesty? The nail awaits your pleasure!"
Ann shivers and closes her eyes...
<this one kept on growing in complexity. based on an earlier drawing, I couldn't help but keep on adding detail...>