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Deleted member jedakk
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Sabina is naked. Even though she was stripped before they whipped her, when they finished, they left her breasts bare but covered her most private parts with the ragged loincloth before she was forced to carry her beam to this place of agony and death. Now she will never wear clothing again. They will hang her on this cross naked, completely exposed, displayed to the gaze of the crowd, the passers-by, strangers who will watch her writhe in agony. She will die here, on this cross.
For some reason, she turns her head, searching for the executioner, afraid he is right behind her, ready to drive the nails. Her heart is pounding. He is ten feet away, next to the post that will be the upright part of her cross. He meets her eyes, then lifts the hand that holds the nails for her wrists, showing them to her. She moans in anticipation.
For some reason, she turns her head, searching for the executioner, afraid he is right behind her, ready to drive the nails. Her heart is pounding. He is ten feet away, next to the post that will be the upright part of her cross. He meets her eyes, then lifts the hand that holds the nails for her wrists, showing them to her. She moans in anticipation.