Patricia was the first to arrive at the top of the hill. Not being a student of the good book, she had no idea what her crucifixion would be like. With innocent naivety she asked “So what happens now?”
The ropes that bound her arms to the beam were untied and a pair of men grabbed her arms. They dragged her to the beam and one of them said “Now we nail you to the wood.”
As they laid her on the ground, Patricia said “You can’t nail me to that! It will hurt me!”
The man in charge said “Only for a while. It will kill you eventually.”
Patricia was laid on the rocky soil and the men began to spread her arms. She looked at the spike being held over her wrist and pleaded “That’s too big! You’ll break my arm!”
The man said “We got training. Tree says if we do it right your bones will be fine.”
Patricia shakes her head and said “I don’t see it possible, but do what you got to do. I can’t stop you.”
Patricia looks with morbid curiosity as the man lifts his mallet. She doesn’t flinch as she watches it swing toward the spike.
Peace on the hilltop is shattered when the spike is driven through her wrist. Patricia lets go of an unhuman-like scream as the nail passes through her soft flesh and plants into the wood beneath her arm.
So wracked with pain, she did not hear the man yell “Nail her other arm. I want to fuck this bitch before we raise her.”
Another scream ripped the hilltop as Patricia’s other wrist was nailed to the wood.
And the man was not joking about fucking Patricia before she was raised. He pulled his clothes off and laid on top of Patricia. After thrusting his cock into the defenseless woman he raised up on his hands and growled “You didn’t want to suck my cock in the jail. Now you can spend your last hours alive remembering I was your last fuck before you die!”
Once he came, a few of the larger men hoisted Patricia up by the beam she was nailed to. Patricia was overwhelmed by the pain and a river of her pee streamed between her flailing legs.
Her feet were tied to the crosses stipe and a woman named Emily was give a mallet to drive the last spike through her feet. Between Patricia’s howls, Emily proudly said “The money I spent on the lottery was worth it. I’ve never nailed a woman’s feet before!”
So the first of the Brampton women was crucified. The men stood around her cross admiring their handywork.
Finally, the guy in charge said “That’s the first one. Your work ain’t done. There’s another twenty to crucify…”
The ropes that bound her arms to the beam were untied and a pair of men grabbed her arms. They dragged her to the beam and one of them said “Now we nail you to the wood.”
As they laid her on the ground, Patricia said “You can’t nail me to that! It will hurt me!”
The man in charge said “Only for a while. It will kill you eventually.”
Patricia was laid on the rocky soil and the men began to spread her arms. She looked at the spike being held over her wrist and pleaded “That’s too big! You’ll break my arm!”
The man said “We got training. Tree says if we do it right your bones will be fine.”
Patricia shakes her head and said “I don’t see it possible, but do what you got to do. I can’t stop you.”
Patricia looks with morbid curiosity as the man lifts his mallet. She doesn’t flinch as she watches it swing toward the spike.
Peace on the hilltop is shattered when the spike is driven through her wrist. Patricia lets go of an unhuman-like scream as the nail passes through her soft flesh and plants into the wood beneath her arm.
So wracked with pain, she did not hear the man yell “Nail her other arm. I want to fuck this bitch before we raise her.”
Another scream ripped the hilltop as Patricia’s other wrist was nailed to the wood.
And the man was not joking about fucking Patricia before she was raised. He pulled his clothes off and laid on top of Patricia. After thrusting his cock into the defenseless woman he raised up on his hands and growled “You didn’t want to suck my cock in the jail. Now you can spend your last hours alive remembering I was your last fuck before you die!”
Once he came, a few of the larger men hoisted Patricia up by the beam she was nailed to. Patricia was overwhelmed by the pain and a river of her pee streamed between her flailing legs.
Her feet were tied to the crosses stipe and a woman named Emily was give a mallet to drive the last spike through her feet. Between Patricia’s howls, Emily proudly said “The money I spent on the lottery was worth it. I’ve never nailed a woman’s feet before!”
So the first of the Brampton women was crucified. The men stood around her cross admiring their handywork.
Finally, the guy in charge said “That’s the first one. Your work ain’t done. There’s another twenty to crucify…”
