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I am sooooooo sorry Julia but the fact is 'Admi happens'...
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Chapter 5: Diplomatic deficits
Meanwhile I'm in highest calamities.
The whipping has begun.
It's unbearably painful.
I scream and scream.
(picture 39)
And maybe I'm not very friendly to the interrogation officer who treats my in this unpleasant way.
(picture 40)
After the first rounds of the whipping especially my backside is not a very pleasing appearance.
(picture 41)
But what could I do?
Nothing!
I'm solidly secured
(picture 42),
hence I'm totally helpless.
So my despair is growing more and more.
And, although it sounds like a poor joke, I start to yell something about revenge.
(picture 43)
The interrogation officer is not very amused.
Later, after my position has been slightly changed, she starts to critize my lack of behaviour.
(picture 44)
Once again I can not resist to demonstrate my misbehaviour
and to tell her some rather unfriendly words.
(picture 45)
The consequence, in form of an educational clout, follows immediately.
(picture 46)
Furthermore she decides to make me silent.
(picture 47)
For my suffering soul it's not really the optimal solution,
quite on the contrary,
I'm totally frustrated.
But at least the officer is satisfied.
(picture 48)
And the whipping continues ...
It seems to be a never ending nightmare.
But the worst is still to come ...
...
to be continued
...
Meanwhile I'm in highest calamities.
The whipping has begun.
It's unbearably painful.
I scream and scream.
(picture 39)
And maybe I'm not very friendly to the interrogation officer who treats my in this unpleasant way.
(picture 40)
After the first rounds of the whipping especially my backside is not a very pleasing appearance.
(picture 41)
But what could I do?
Nothing!
I'm solidly secured
(picture 42),
hence I'm totally helpless.
So my despair is growing more and more.
And, although it sounds like a poor joke, I start to yell something about revenge.
(picture 43)
The interrogation officer is not very amused.
Later, after my position has been slightly changed, she starts to critize my lack of behaviour.
(picture 44)
Once again I can not resist to demonstrate my misbehaviour
and to tell her some rather unfriendly words.
(picture 45)
The consequence, in form of an educational clout, follows immediately.
(picture 46)
Furthermore she decides to make me silent.
(picture 47)
For my suffering soul it's not really the optimal solution,
quite on the contrary,
I'm totally frustrated.
But at least the officer is satisfied.
(picture 48)
And the whipping continues ...
It seems to be a never ending nightmare.
But the worst is still to come ...
...
to be continued
...
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Chapter 6: Banality
The terror in form of an unbearably painful whipping continues.
And the interrogation officer is still busy with me.
(picture 49)
However, in spite of the growing pain,
I'm still not able to keep my tongue.
(picture 50)
That's surely a mistake.
And the answer of the officer (picture 51)
makes me even more defiant.
(picture 52)
But already after the next whip lash (picture 53)
I start immediately to regret my aggressive words.
Meanwhile the colour of the skin on my back has changed to a solid red.
(picture 54)
And with every single lash the pain becomes worse and worse.
So I resign.
Now I start to confess anything,
whatever she wants to hear.
(picture 55)
I'm aware that my confessions are enough for a dozen of death sentences.
But I don't care about that.
I know that my life is more or less over, in this way or another way.
My hope is gone,
I just want to have a short moment of peace,
meaning an end of the whipping.
But now there is a bad surprise:
Due to my impertinent and unfriendly behaviour the interrogation officer is still rather angry with me.
So she continues the whipping.
Obviously she has her fun,
whereas I scream and scream.
(pictures 56 and 57)
It's a foretaste of hell.
Somewhere in the last ankle of my brain I'm aware
that the coming things will be even worse.
But right now there is only one thing from importance:
the neverending horribly whipping.
And the air is filled with my neverending screams ...
...
to be continued
...
The terror in form of an unbearably painful whipping continues.
And the interrogation officer is still busy with me.
(picture 49)
However, in spite of the growing pain,
I'm still not able to keep my tongue.
(picture 50)
That's surely a mistake.
And the answer of the officer (picture 51)
makes me even more defiant.
(picture 52)
But already after the next whip lash (picture 53)
I start immediately to regret my aggressive words.
Meanwhile the colour of the skin on my back has changed to a solid red.
(picture 54)
And with every single lash the pain becomes worse and worse.
So I resign.
Now I start to confess anything,
whatever she wants to hear.
(picture 55)
I'm aware that my confessions are enough for a dozen of death sentences.
But I don't care about that.
I know that my life is more or less over, in this way or another way.
My hope is gone,
I just want to have a short moment of peace,
meaning an end of the whipping.
But now there is a bad surprise:
Due to my impertinent and unfriendly behaviour the interrogation officer is still rather angry with me.
So she continues the whipping.
Obviously she has her fun,
whereas I scream and scream.
(pictures 56 and 57)
It's a foretaste of hell.
Somewhere in the last ankle of my brain I'm aware
that the coming things will be even worse.
But right now there is only one thing from importance:
the neverending horribly whipping.
And the air is filled with my neverending screams ...
...
to be continued
...
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Chapter 7: Mortal enemies
Nothing has changed.
I'm still the object of a merciless whipping,
still the target of my tormentor's whip.
And I'm still screaming of a hellish pain.
(pictures 58 and 59)
My appearance, especially the state of my back,
is meanwhile extremely pitiful.
(picture 60)
Of course I'm more or less broken,
but in spite of this the whipping continues.
So I can not control myself and my aggressions:
In a last wave of defiance I yell some nonsens, loudly swearing revenge.
(picture 61)
Of course that's extremely stupid,
because it's not only totally unrealistic,
but it also motivates the interrogation officer to torment me even more.
And the (by far) worst is
that she even laughs about my threat.
(picture 62)
That's the deepest point of my life:
My worst enemy laughs about me,
laughs about my despair.
It's a nightmare, just a nightmare!
Especially the humiliation is the very worst.
In addition she starts to whip also my front side.
(picture 63)
Once again a wave of unbearabe pain is overwhelming me.
I scream.
Again she laughs. It's an evil laughter.
And she does not stop jeering on me.
(picture 64)
Now I'm finally at the edge,
physically and mentally broken.
And heavily signed by the whip.
(picture 65)
Then a merciful unconsciousness comes over me.
(picture 66)
Then I'm brought back to the cell.
Here in the cell I spend a sleepless night.
Every centimeter of my body hurts like hell.
(picture 67)
The dark thoughts about the future are a further torment for my suffering soul.
The trial is sheduled for the next morning.
And it's obvious that a merciless death sentence is waiting for me.
It's said that there will be also other trials.
Maybe my cell mate and me will at least die in good company.
But who cares about that ...
The very worst is that I feel so broken,
so humiliated.
My struggle with the interrogation officer has almost been a battle of minds.
And I have lost.
I always lose.
I'm a loser.
I cry.
...
to be continued
...
Nothing has changed.
I'm still the object of a merciless whipping,
still the target of my tormentor's whip.
And I'm still screaming of a hellish pain.
(pictures 58 and 59)
My appearance, especially the state of my back,
is meanwhile extremely pitiful.
(picture 60)
Of course I'm more or less broken,
but in spite of this the whipping continues.
So I can not control myself and my aggressions:
In a last wave of defiance I yell some nonsens, loudly swearing revenge.
(picture 61)
Of course that's extremely stupid,
because it's not only totally unrealistic,
but it also motivates the interrogation officer to torment me even more.
And the (by far) worst is
that she even laughs about my threat.
(picture 62)
That's the deepest point of my life:
My worst enemy laughs about me,
laughs about my despair.
It's a nightmare, just a nightmare!
Especially the humiliation is the very worst.
In addition she starts to whip also my front side.
(picture 63)
Once again a wave of unbearabe pain is overwhelming me.
I scream.
Again she laughs. It's an evil laughter.
And she does not stop jeering on me.
(picture 64)
Now I'm finally at the edge,
physically and mentally broken.
And heavily signed by the whip.
(picture 65)
Then a merciful unconsciousness comes over me.
(picture 66)
Then I'm brought back to the cell.
Here in the cell I spend a sleepless night.
Every centimeter of my body hurts like hell.
(picture 67)
The dark thoughts about the future are a further torment for my suffering soul.
The trial is sheduled for the next morning.
And it's obvious that a merciless death sentence is waiting for me.
It's said that there will be also other trials.
Maybe my cell mate and me will at least die in good company.
But who cares about that ...
The very worst is that I feel so broken,
so humiliated.
My struggle with the interrogation officer has almost been a battle of minds.
And I have lost.
I always lose.
I'm a loser.
I cry.
...
to be continued
...
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Chapter 8: One-way ticket to hell
The new day starts with the morning.
As usual.
Nothing has changed.
My appearance is not optimal. (picture 68)
As usual.
Nothing has changed.
(In the early morning I look ALWAYS such pitiful
)
Then they are coming:
Some guards appear to escort my cell mate and me to our trials.
(picture 69)
After being secured (picture 70)
the way to the courthouse begins.
On our way we pass the crucifixion site.
(picture 71)
It's not the last time that we see this horrible place.
But next time we will not leave it, at least not upright ...
Furthermore we are secured in an extremely unfriendly way.
So it's a very uncomfortable walk.
(picture 72)
Along the road there are several onlookers.
They are not very friendly, quite on the contrary.
My poor mate is even thrown with rotten tomatos and foul eggs,
(picture 73)
And I'm also confronted with enormous aggressions.
(picture 74)
I feel so alone. So unprotected. So afraid ...
Then we have finally reached the courthouse.
Here, like several others, we will endure our trials,
will get our sentences, will be brought away
before we'll rot on the cross ...
My cell mate and me say goodbye.
(picture 75)
...
...
to be continued
The new day starts with the morning.
As usual.
Nothing has changed.
My appearance is not optimal. (picture 68)
As usual.
Nothing has changed.
(In the early morning I look ALWAYS such pitiful
)Then they are coming:
Some guards appear to escort my cell mate and me to our trials.
(picture 69)
After being secured (picture 70)
the way to the courthouse begins.
On our way we pass the crucifixion site.
(picture 71)
It's not the last time that we see this horrible place.
But next time we will not leave it, at least not upright ...
Furthermore we are secured in an extremely unfriendly way.
So it's a very uncomfortable walk.
(picture 72)
Along the road there are several onlookers.
They are not very friendly, quite on the contrary.
My poor mate is even thrown with rotten tomatos and foul eggs,
(picture 73)
And I'm also confronted with enormous aggressions.
(picture 74)
I feel so alone. So unprotected. So afraid ...
Then we have finally reached the courthouse.
Here, like several others, we will endure our trials,
will get our sentences, will be brought away
before we'll rot on the cross ...
My cell mate and me say goodbye.
(picture 75)
...
...
to be continued
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Tree wishes to say he more than likes Julia's writing style. Coupled with her avatar and and her 'location' (which she seems to be heading for again) I cannot help but smile when I read your posts...
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found in your garden? my dear
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ascanio
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Dear Admi, the picture is not one of mine, can be of hornet1ba viewing the girls...
also, hornet1ba, with all those masters in our forum y're made sometimes mistakes
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Chapter 9: Lamentations
The trials start.
A sad athmosphere is lying over the scenery.
The judge has also not her best day,
desparately hoping that her working day will not be too stressful.
(picture 76)
However, the queue is long,
very long.
(picture 77)
Then, after a last heartrending sigh,
(pictures 78 and 79)
... the terror begins
(picture 80),
... causing the usual horror and despair for the condemned criminals.
(picture 81)
Then, after some helpful relaxation exercises
(picture 82),
... the condemned ones are brought to the execution site
(picture 83)
... which soon fills with new victims
(picture 84)
... until there is a long, long line of suffering victims.
(picture 85)
...
to be continued
...
Note:
Thanks a lot to several great artists,
among them Jastrow and Le Chat,
for their great pictures!
The trials start.
A sad athmosphere is lying over the scenery.
The judge has also not her best day,
desparately hoping that her working day will not be too stressful.
(picture 76)
However, the queue is long,
very long.
(picture 77)
Then, after a last heartrending sigh,
(pictures 78 and 79)
... the terror begins
(picture 80),
... causing the usual horror and despair for the condemned criminals.
(picture 81)
Then, after some helpful relaxation exercises
(picture 82),
... the condemned ones are brought to the execution site
(picture 83)
... which soon fills with new victims
(picture 84)
... until there is a long, long line of suffering victims.
(picture 85)
...
to be continued
...
Note:
Thanks a lot to several great artists,
among them Jastrow and Le Chat,
for their great pictures!
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Chapter 10: Death per assembly line work
Some of the accused are lucky:
Their innocence was proven.
(picture 86)
So they got only jail terms of between 85 and 97 years,
while an acquittal failed only due to the gloomy mood of the judge.
...
The next one to be condemned is my cell mate.
As everyone she pleads for a mild sentence.
(picture 87)
However, as always this kind of illusions is soon destroyed.
(pictures 88 and 89)
The result is the usual panic and despair.
(picture 90)
Then everything goes very quickly:
At first there are some last measurements to prepare her execution.
(picture 91)
Then the poor one is brought away
to the crucifixion site
where everything will end.
...
Now almost all trials are finished.
Meanwhile the nerve constitution of the judge is not the best anymore.
(picture 92)
Now, unfortunately, it's time for my trial,
time to face my own fate.
I'm dead.
...
to be continued
...
Some of the accused are lucky:
Their innocence was proven.
(picture 86)
So they got only jail terms of between 85 and 97 years,
while an acquittal failed only due to the gloomy mood of the judge.
...
The next one to be condemned is my cell mate.
As everyone she pleads for a mild sentence.
(picture 87)
However, as always this kind of illusions is soon destroyed.
(pictures 88 and 89)
The result is the usual panic and despair.
(picture 90)
Then everything goes very quickly:
At first there are some last measurements to prepare her execution.
(picture 91)
Then the poor one is brought away
to the crucifixion site
where everything will end.
...
Now almost all trials are finished.
Meanwhile the nerve constitution of the judge is not the best anymore.
(picture 92)
Now, unfortunately, it's time for my trial,
time to face my own fate.
I'm dead.
...
to be continued
...
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I’m a a disgruntled Lord Chief Justice because i missed the scourging of the she-malefactors
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No problem, Dear Chief Lord: Comes time ... comes more violence
Chapter 11: Another one bites the dust
At the same time while I crawl to my trial ...
my poor mate has reached the execution site.
(picture 93)
In a moment of panic she collapses.
(picture 94)
The executioner does her best to soothe her a bit,
saying some nice words of a doubtful solace.
(picture 95)
Soon the procedure continues.
(pictures 96 and 97)
Then, after some last peaceful moments,
combined with a mental preparation
(picture 98)
... my poor friend is hanging on the cross.
(picture 99)
May god have mercy with her !
...
Thank god I'm not forced to watch these horrible scenes
because in this moments my own trial starts.
But who cares about me?
Once again I feel so lonely,
horribly lonely.
...
to be continued
...
Note: Thanks a lot to Carrasco Sentimental and his team for some great photos!
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Leave her alone, Admi, she's on a roll and you have enought to take care of...
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