Fox-on-Cross
Great-Cruxinquisitor
The Strong and Willing XIII
The day of Decision: he will come!
Earlier as normal I was in my art-room, so you will call this, and made the necessary preparations for the seance. The large cross firmly fixed at the wall, the ribbons spread on table. Perhaps a perfume? I will ask him. The emergency-door I collided with tape so that my landlord nothing could hear. Eventually I turn the radio.
The sedile was made for several heights, but as start I gambled the right place. He is fixed with two large butterfly nuts so that a possibly different position ought not to give much time.
I wait.
Then he rings the bell. I opened and saw a man with other clothes than before. He must be the same, when he put off his hat I can better see. Indeed, he was, but immediately, I remarked, followed by another person behind him, a young woman!
Not appointed, no agreement to have an onlooker in my room or must she be crucified? This person came in and I closed the door and arranged the dark curtains.
What for accompany do you have?
My watcher, he answered. She will play a role in the drama.
I had no power to interrogate her age, that could be unseemly.
I had to accept or there is no crucifixion. To be or not to be, that is the question. I did not make a question: all efforts, all desires and all gratification for nothing?
All parts are set up, I said, he looked into and nodded.
The woman undressed herself till a blank thin dress, she nudely thereunder, I did not watch, so indiscreetly, but saw enough. Around her neck a rather thick cord on which she fastened a doll.
He went to the corner and put off his clothes. His underpants stayed, then he lapped a black thin towel. Particular, I thought, white is in all centuries usual by artists! He came to the cross. I measured, the place of the sedile could be good.
I fixed the leather ribbon around his wrists and ankles, that lasted some minutes. They must be arranged perfectly to avoid unwanted pain.
Then the "crucial" moment: to ascent the cross. What will be beat his heart, at least for me. I looked, saw his face with looming pain. Of course the wrists firstly, then the shoulders. The stronger body-muscles come later.
I heard his throat, growling sounds, not crying. Heavily breathing, than normally, he began automatically to dance. His legs full black hairiness were in a spastic contraction. His head went left and right, high and low, he did not see around but looked to himself. That is the true work on the cross: stay with yourself and forget the world. It is the most individual activity ever, a soulable sacrifice.
But now the woman! She initial stayed on a certain distance, then stalked to the cross and stand before him. Her head was on the level of his breast. Suddenly she pressed her cheek against his body and began softly to cry. What a performance! Then her thin arms rubbed his flank, high an low, she commiserated his fate. Is this thru or does she play? If so, she is a good actress! Great future when the poor man is dead.
Twenty minutes were gone. I walked to him, had to stop behind the second and asked him for more? What would he answer? He kept silent but after some minutes he commanded to release him. In total this 25 minutes, not bad for the first and unknown time.
Both went to the corner, he cleaned himself from the sweet, she rubbed his back. She put her doll in the handbag and toke her coat. He already was dressed and suspired deeply.
A drink?
No time, he answered, we have our duties.
Than he gave me the money under cover.
The day of Decision: he will come!
Earlier as normal I was in my art-room, so you will call this, and made the necessary preparations for the seance. The large cross firmly fixed at the wall, the ribbons spread on table. Perhaps a perfume? I will ask him. The emergency-door I collided with tape so that my landlord nothing could hear. Eventually I turn the radio.
The sedile was made for several heights, but as start I gambled the right place. He is fixed with two large butterfly nuts so that a possibly different position ought not to give much time.
I wait.
Then he rings the bell. I opened and saw a man with other clothes than before. He must be the same, when he put off his hat I can better see. Indeed, he was, but immediately, I remarked, followed by another person behind him, a young woman!
Not appointed, no agreement to have an onlooker in my room or must she be crucified? This person came in and I closed the door and arranged the dark curtains.
What for accompany do you have?
My watcher, he answered. She will play a role in the drama.
I had no power to interrogate her age, that could be unseemly.
I had to accept or there is no crucifixion. To be or not to be, that is the question. I did not make a question: all efforts, all desires and all gratification for nothing?
All parts are set up, I said, he looked into and nodded.
The woman undressed herself till a blank thin dress, she nudely thereunder, I did not watch, so indiscreetly, but saw enough. Around her neck a rather thick cord on which she fastened a doll.
He went to the corner and put off his clothes. His underpants stayed, then he lapped a black thin towel. Particular, I thought, white is in all centuries usual by artists! He came to the cross. I measured, the place of the sedile could be good.
I fixed the leather ribbon around his wrists and ankles, that lasted some minutes. They must be arranged perfectly to avoid unwanted pain.
Then the "crucial" moment: to ascent the cross. What will be beat his heart, at least for me. I looked, saw his face with looming pain. Of course the wrists firstly, then the shoulders. The stronger body-muscles come later.
I heard his throat, growling sounds, not crying. Heavily breathing, than normally, he began automatically to dance. His legs full black hairiness were in a spastic contraction. His head went left and right, high and low, he did not see around but looked to himself. That is the true work on the cross: stay with yourself and forget the world. It is the most individual activity ever, a soulable sacrifice.
But now the woman! She initial stayed on a certain distance, then stalked to the cross and stand before him. Her head was on the level of his breast. Suddenly she pressed her cheek against his body and began softly to cry. What a performance! Then her thin arms rubbed his flank, high an low, she commiserated his fate. Is this thru or does she play? If so, she is a good actress! Great future when the poor man is dead.
Twenty minutes were gone. I walked to him, had to stop behind the second and asked him for more? What would he answer? He kept silent but after some minutes he commanded to release him. In total this 25 minutes, not bad for the first and unknown time.
Both went to the corner, he cleaned himself from the sweet, she rubbed his back. She put her doll in the handbag and toke her coat. He already was dressed and suspired deeply.
A drink?
No time, he answered, we have our duties.
Than he gave me the money under cover.
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