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The death of a thief (1 of 4)

Flogged for her first stolen piece of cloth, banished from the city for her next theft, Danae came back in disguise and tried to contact with the few old friends of her. Recognized and caught, she wasn't even interrogated nor imprisoned: stripped naked in an instant and nailed to the cross she died the most painful and shameful death.

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The death of a thief (1 of 4)

Flogged for her first stolen piece of cloth, banished from the city for her next theft, Danae came back in disguise and tried to contact with the few old friends of her. Recognized and caught, she wasn't even interrogated nor imprisoned: stripped naked in an instant and nailed to the cross she died the most painful and shameful death.
Every thing was going fine for the woman. She would die martyred for standing up to Rome... Up to this...
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No matter how many crucifixions she has seen she never comprehended how much the spikes would hurt...
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Don't worry... It only took her till the next day to die...
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When the soldiers loosened and removed the ropes, the crucified felt such a pain in the wrists and feet that she wasn't able to take air for few seconds.

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So, she strained her body like a bow, lifting up on the pierced feet and shrieked with horror and pain.

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Her breasts rose and fell two times with her heavy breath. Then she looked terrified at the people gathered around.

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Hearing their voices, she tried to say something but finally she only cried again and wept.

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Her body trembled with enormous pain, streams of blood flowed over her hands and legs. Tears ran down her cheeks, her knees parted and few droplets of urine trickled down her thighs. She tilted her head to look at the sky, as if she was looking for help, but she noticed only the crows, gathering over her cross.

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She slid down. Now she was not able to breathe and after few seconds more when she was nearly suffocated she lifted her body up for the moment anew. But soon the pain overwhelmed her, her muscles gave up and she collapsed again. She felt exhausted and desperate and unable to endure this torment longer. She wanted to die as soon as possible.

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But only the very first MINUTE of her long dying on the cross has passed...
 
Soft crucifixion of Dorothy

When the young woman had been being mercifully tied to the cross with ropes, she was thinking she was a lucky one. Well, of course, naked in public, abused and left to die, but at least not nailed. At least... At least she thought so the very day when she was left secured to the T-cross. The day after, and two days after, and the third, and each day, dying with hunger, thirst and exposure, she more and more doubted if she really was a winner.

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Lifting up the cross

The old pole was too used and rotten, so the new one was ordered and Beata, as a thief and a murderer, was the first to be hanged on it. She was nailed, by wrists and feet, to the new and complete cross and lifted up together with this simple timber structure. She died a terrible death like the slave, which was exactly the fate she deserved, but I hope she felt at least a small consolation, feeling with the naked skin of her back and buttocks the fresh, ash planks, smelling of resin and wood. Well, okay: maybe its natural surface, rough and full of splinters, was not as comfortable as it looked for us, who witnessed the first few hours of her torment.

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Lifting up the cross

The old pole was too used and rotten, so the new one was ordered and Beata, as a thief and a murderer, was the first to be hanged on it. She was nailed, by wrists and feet, to the new and complete cross and lifted up together with this simple timber structure. She died a terrible death like the slave, which was exactly the fate she deserved, but I hope she felt at least a small consolation, feeling with the naked skin of her back and buttocks the fresh, ash planks, smelling of resin and wood. Well, okay: maybe its natural surface, rough and full of splinters, was not as comfortable as it looked for us, who witnessed the first few hours of her torment.

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Picture 1 shows there is no mercy shown to even a glamorous thief. By the time she is nailed to the cross and raised to suffer her torturous death she is no more a treasure to be had.
 
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