Between 6:30 and 10 Dorothy was wrapped with heavy chains insuring she would stay bound to the post while the wood pile cooked her body. The iron links were cold against her body and the thick chain wrapped about her upper torso weighted almost as much as Dorothy did.
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The mob was rowdy after drinking heavily all of the chilly night. They hurled insults and jeers at Dorothy and she egged them on returning taunts. At one point she yelled at one of the men “When I’m gone you’ll only have your wife to fuck!
With the alcohol talking he yelled back “That’s OK she as good a fuck as you are!”
His wife punched him across his jaw and the mob roared with laughter as he dropped to his knees. But the heavy chains and the cold air were taking their toll on Dorothy. She was hungry, cold, and tired, not just from supporting the chains that bound her to the stake but Bull’s rough sex with her had burned more than a bit of energy. The chains weighed her down bowing her hips towards the crowd as if she was offering her sex to them.
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A spotlight flashed on her and the crowd roared as Reverend Lynch dropped a torch on the kindling. He shouted “Let the flames prepare you in hell!”
The fire grew rapidly. For a few moments the warmth was appreciated by Dorothy but the warmth was supplanted by searing heat. As the kindling burned the pile collapsed a bit. But unlike the ill-fated burning on the platform near the coffee shop in Pacific, Missouri there would be no escaping the all-consuming flames. Someone yelled “Burn in Hell, Dorothy!”
Her last reply was “I’ll be waiting for you, you worthless prick!!!”
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Tree
Tree wishes to thank all the members whose reputations were sullied in this thread, with a special thanks to the divine Dorothy. While she is no longer with us on this thread we know she will be back on another thread soon…
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