Sorry Tash, accident. Didn't mean ta touch ya there.
I believe you, Pp.
Not sure whether Tash does!
Sorry Tash, accident. Didn't mean ta touch ya there.
I really don't like me.A thousand apologies!
I skipped a section!
This should have come before the last section!
Really sorry. Shoot the Chronicler
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They just cut Ella’s rope, so she fell into the dust, bits of grit getting into her wounded back. She staggered to her feet, as they began to strip Yupar.
“No! Wait! Yupar, you can’t do this. It’s very sweet of you, but….I didn’t pull you out of that building just so you could die in agony on a cross!”
The guard paused, with Yupar’s T-shirt in his hand, leaving Yupar standing in her shorts and bra.
Raggi cut in. “Would you like me to toss a coin, maybe? Or draw straws?” His voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Ella, Yupar has agreed to be crucified on your behalf, so just shut up, put her clothes on, and come and watch her take your punishment.”
“Bastard!” cried Tash, “You have no right to do this to anyone!”
Raggi backhanded her across the face, and she went flying. Ella watched, helpless, firstly as PP helped Tash back onto her feet, and then as Yupar was stripped nude. They freed Ella’s wrists, then reluctantly, feeling as if she was in a dream, she put on Yupar’s slacks and T-shirt. Yupar and she were of a similar size. Her bra didn’t fit, but her shoes were a close fit, and she was glad to be dressed again, and to be shod again.
Ella did not want to watch these women being crucified. The thought simply horrified her. “Can I….go now? Can I have my bag back?” she asked.
“You may not go!” Raggi was furious. “I told you, you will walk with them to the market place!”
“Lucky you!” sneered Tash. Her voice rose to a high pitched, mocking tone. “I’m sorry, Mr Raggi! Please forgive me, Mr Raggi! Yes, sir, no, sir three bags full sir, Mr Raggi! I hope you enjoy the rest of your life! It’ll take you a while to get the taste of his arse off your tongue, though!”
“Tash, shut up.” PP hung a sign, in Taranasian, around Tash’s neck. “You’re not making things any better for yourself. At least she had the sense to apologise. Maybe if you had, too, poor Yupar wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“I’m not taking the blame for her!” flared Tash. “She volunteered! I fucking didn’t! And what the fuck does that say?”
“It says, ‘My name is Tash and I caused the earthquake!’ Now come on, get moving.”
“Tash,” said PP. “I am so very, very, sorry. You’re going nowhere, except to that cross. It’s time for your crucifixion.”
Yikes! Well done, Mr. Wragg. I'm a nervous wreck after that.
Doesn't show our Pp in particularly heroic context, eh?
I dread Tash's moment, coming up.
Oh goddess, those words!
To hear those words!
Be strong Tash!
I've done that, too. Sometimes the story drags the author along. Stay in the spell.I have to admit to you both, I got a touch....overwrought....writing it
I have to admit to you both, I got a touch....overwrought....writing it
Oh goddess, those words!
To hear those words!
Be strong Tash!
You envy Tash, in your heart. You envy her experience to come.
There is a cross waiting for you too, somewhere
I just reread the last two chapters and am in awe of the writing and story line.
We must find out who has taken over Wragg's name and password...
I have been missing out on all this for days.....no alerts come up for me on this thread