Yes but You can better describe your feelings. Think about it.
I want the full explanation!
We're waiting.
O AEmeliane, I humbly apologise for my feeble efforts of last night
and for keeping you waiting so long -
a condemned slavegirl has no excuses, must expect no mercy...
The piss tastes foul - the smell of it, the acrid sourness on my lips, my tongue, in my mouth,
my throat rebels, retches in disgust -
but gulp it down! Don't think about what it is,,
it's liquid -
soon I'll be gasping, gagging for more of it!
The Centurion's a fine-looking man,
but hard as the cross-nails.
I want to please him,
my anxious eyes follow his every move,
I try to anticipate, wriggle and writhe, guessing what he'll do next -
but he's used to torturing girls,
he knows very well how we try to manage and manipulate our helpless situation -
in the game we're playing, he holds all the winning cards!
The boys in the crowd are fit - well some of them -
obviously aroused by the sight of me,
it's nice they're enjoying me -
but they're not the ones with cash.
Look at that evil old wizard -
he's followed me all the way along the Via Crucis,
I''ve felt his eyes ogling me,
enjoying the skip of my thighs, the twist of my hips, the shake of my breasts
as the Guards used whips and goads - their fingers in me too! -
to herd me on to Golgotha.
Now he's fingering his purse ...