Andyman
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Me too, but the more I have been thinking, the less I was able to find one...I love happy endings!
Me too, but the more I have been thinking, the less I was able to find one...I love happy endings!
I see at least you too like Chris Rea's songs."Waiting for the hammer"
I thought about the scenario but too late to edit the text, so let me do this there.Somewhere in the northern countries another mid-aged wretch loses her last piece of clothing and dignity on the beginning of her lasting a week long agony...
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I think every man shall care for his wife and he should not let her be sad. But I had no choice and no chance to make her even a bit happier. At least I had possibility to accompany her during all these darkest hours or rather days of her life. But it was of no use. Day after day she looked more sad, depressed and tired. But she was very firm too and she never begged these damned Romans for a loincloth, a sip of water nor for a coup de grâce. I am proud of her. Now... Now she has perhaps gone - she passed out for the last time an hour ago and she didn't get back to senses. I cannot be sure because my eyes are tired and dry and I am half-blind. But I remember her hanging - or sitting on this damned square nail head placed smart under her most delicate parts - to the right and looking at me without a word, with her face pale and eyes red, weeping and breathing hard... Damned Romans! And I could do nothing - and now soon I will follow her, I feel. Yes... High time to go. Farewell!
And here we can see a crucified husband looking at her crucified wife.I think every man shall care for his wife and he should not let her be sad. But I had no choice and no chance to make her even a bit happier. At least I had possibility to accompany her during all these darkest hours or rather days of her life. But it was of no use. Day after day she looked more sad, depressed and tired. But she was very firm too and she never begged these damned Romans for a loincloth, a sip of water nor for a coup de grâce. I am proud of her. Now... Now she has perhaps gone - she passed out for the last time an hour ago and she didn't get back to senses. I cannot be sure because my eyes are tired and dry and I am half-blind. But I remember her hanging - or sitting on this damned square nail head placed smart under her most delicate parts - to the right and looking at me without a word, with her face pale and eyes red, weeping and breathing hard... Damned Romans! And I could do nothing - and now soon I will follow her, I feel. Yes... High time to go. Farewell!
Simply the best ...i loveIt's a simple story - I'm so sorry...
"A spoiled sight".
When Diana's parents were crucified, the citizens were so excited and discontented that the governor decided to spare their younger daughter and hide her somewhere in prison for half a year - till the tumultous people forget her and till she will grow adult. He succesfully kept her there till yesterday. Because just yesterday was Diana's most important birthday. She would be no longer a child. And the next morning she was led out of walls with the old patibulum beam on her weak girls' shoulders to the equally old stipes with an old, dirty, terribly big wooden cock covered with excrements and dried blood of the previous victims. At least they should give me a new, fresh one as my birthday gift - thought terrified Diana, and she wanted really say something of a kind, losing her mind due to the paralysing fear, but in the same moment she was beaten in the face, within few seconds brutally stripped naked and kicked in the crotch with laugh and she understood she is only a piece of shit and that she finally missed the birthday gift this year.
Four nails and a pole - part 1 of 2.