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Andyman said:
Roman Palatinum hill at the noon.
The aristocrats are walking about, taking advantage of the additional shadow...
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Maybe there is shade here, but the stink of the criminal!!!
lets go find some shade somewhere with less odor!!

Maybe somehwere where they sell wine :D
 
After two days of experiencing the most terrific pain, dying with shame, thirst, hunger and exhaustion, finally I felt that I was no longer able to lift my poor mutilated body and take a breath... And for the moment all the pain disappeared... I opened my eyes and I saw the group of travellers who halted on their way to Ostia to watch me suffering, and I saw them talking or laughing but I realized I couldn't hear them... Only the wind blowing... No... I can't hear the wind as well... I can hear nothing... And now their figures were smaller and smaller and they drifted far away and some mist covered them... I felt I was flying in the air on my pierced hands as on the wings... And some beam of light or puffs of fog blinded my eyes... I lifted my face up but I see no clouds nor my own palms and nails... And I realized that I was not flying... I was dying and so I was losing my sensory feelings... I knew... Or maybe I lost my mind...?

But the next moment once again I saw the sun shining and I heard the voices of the onlookers, and I felt a shock of pain penetrating my body, and then...
The world collapsed...?
No... I collapsed myself.
I felt I was losing consciousness.
I cried for the last time with the uttermost pain and fear, but my voice was hoarse and weak.
I heard the last words of mockery, curses and laughs before the darkness and silence overhelmed me.
I spread my legs and tilted my head back, and the pain once more floated away and disappeared...
I...
I passed.

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Andyman said:
After two days of experiencing the most terrific pain, dying with shame, thirst, hunger and exhaustion, finally I felt that I was no longer able to lift my poor mutilated body and take a breath... And for the moment all the pain disappeared... I opened my eyes and I saw the group of travellers who halted on their way to Ostia to watch me suffering, and I saw them talking or laughing but I realized I couldn't hear them... Only the wind blowing... No... I can't hear the wind as well... I can hear nothing... And now their figures were smaller and smaller and they drifted far away and some mist covered them... I felt I was flying in the air on my pierced hands as on the wings... And some beam of light or puffs of fog blinded my eyes... I lifted my face up but I see no clouds nor my own palms and nails... And I realized that I was not flying... I was dying and so I was losing my sensory feelings... I knew... Or maybe I lost my mind...?

But the next moment once again I saw the sun shining and I heard the voices of the onlookers, and I felt a shock of pain penetrating my body, and then...
The world collapsed...?
No... I collapsed myself.
I felt I was losing consciousness.
I cried for the last time with the uttermost pain and fear, but my voice was hoarse and weak.
I heard the last words of mockery, curses and laughs before the darkness and silence overhelmed me.
I spread my legs and tilted my head back, and the pain once more floated away and disappeared...
I...
I passed.

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Lovely back story. Almost poetic.
 
Andyman said:
After two days of experiencing the most terrific pain, dying with shame, thirst, hunger and exhaustion, finally I felt that I was no longer able to lift my poor mutilated body and take a breath... And for the moment all the pain disappeared... I opened my eyes and I saw the group of travellers who halted on their way to Ostia to watch me suffering, and I saw them talking or laughing but I realized I couldn't hear them... Only the wind blowing... No... I can't hear the wind as well... I can hear nothing... And now their figures were smaller and smaller and they drifted far away and some mist covered them... I felt I was flying in the air on my pierced hands as on the wings... And some beam of light or puffs of fog blinded my eyes... I lifted my face up but I see no clouds nor my own palms and nails... And I realized that I was not flying... I was dying and so I was losing my sensory feelings... I knew... Or maybe I lost my mind...?

But the next moment once again I saw the sun shining and I heard the voices of the onlookers, and I felt a shock of pain penetrating my body, and then...
The world collapsed...?
No... I collapsed myself.
I felt I was losing consciousness.
I cried for the last time with the uttermost pain and fear, but my voice was hoarse and weak.
I heard the last words of mockery, curses and laughs before the darkness and silence overhelmed me.
I spread my legs and tilted my head back, and the pain once more floated away and disappeared...
I...
I passed.

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Great job on using the mind to describe her "walk" into death. The mist was a great use for floating in and out of consciousness.
 
"Hey, you! Yes, I mean you, crucified slut! Have you seen a young woman in bright yellow riding in the direction of the city? Yes? No?

"Hey! Can't you hear me!?

"What a useless piece of shit are you! I will punish you for such a impolite demeanor! In a while you will feel the tip of my boot in your ass and the blade of my knife between your thighs, you worthless whore...!":

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When my master was robbed of the money, stored in an oakwood box, hidden under his very bed - I wonder who could do it? - he warned us that if the money wouldn't be returned within a day, we will be severely punished... and the money were never found, and so he ordered us to be flogged - all six of us, four slaves and two slave women - and next we were told to draw lots... and I drew the shortest splinter... and I was delivered to the humiliation and suffering beyond human comprehension... for nothing...!

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Four nails as a reward for fourty years of faithful service and one moment of hesitation when my master's grandson was attacked by the dog in my presence and I jumped outdoors too late to defend him. He lost his hand and I... I lost my dignity, my clothes and any hope to be rescued myself.

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She should have been informed the city guard when she had been raped instead of defending herself with a sharp gardening tool, especially if she had been raped by the richest man in the town. He was drunk so he could probably mistake her with his wife, or at least the judge wrote so. Now she is bearing the consequences of her improper choice.

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