@Baron Von Sade : Glad you liked it!!
Now something quite different.
The denouncment
She felt terrible, but she had to do it.
She had practiced her denunciation but now standing there with her mom hanging there naked,
bleeding from the nail-wounds,
the agony etched on her sweet face and her occasional soft groaning, made it quite different.
She managed because it was either this, or her own family would be destroyed.
She loved her mom, but her own blood would be safe from slavery now.
To her relieve the magistrate nodded to her when she was finished speaking.
She turned and walked away, past an empty cross.
A shiver down her spine. I've done it.. she would not be crucified on it.
She felt nauseous, a few more steps and she threw up.
The grief and guilt she felt overpowered her for a few moments.
She looked back seeing her mother raising herself for a new breath of air.
I am so sorry mom, she whispered.
Then turned around, with tears streaming down her face she ran home.
She would make offerings and pray for her mother in the temple later.
First she had to care of the living.
Bit heavy on the emotional side and perhaps not quite erotic, but wanted to share it anyways.
Comments etc more then welcome. likes etc appreciated
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