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Ok - I promise I’ll try not to make a habit of this, but I tweaked the last entry a bit. See below...
“Can we fuck her?” A pair of youths no older than Julia grinned up at Talbus. Julia’s eyes rolled in weary disgust as she turned to await Talbus’ response.
“Sorry, Boys,” he said in his almost friendly, yet distant guard-voice, “You’ll have to wait until she’s on the cross.”
“Awww...!” Their disappointment was good-natured, showing they hadn’t had much hope. “But how are we supposed to fuck her when she’s on the cross?” one of them asked, still grinning. Talbus acknowledged the question with the minimum flash of an unamused smile necessary not to seem a killjoy.
“Good luck, Boys.” And they moved on to spit at Priscilla’s nipples.
For several more minutes, Talbus stood next to Julia, and Julia continued to hug her shift to her chest and stare at the ground. She didn’t want to talk, and Talbus could think of nothing to say.
Finally, observing the red and pink stripes across her uncovered back, Talbus spoke: “I was flogged myself once, you know.” At this Julia again looked up at him, curiosity mixing with the hardness of her face. “Yes, on account of a girl very much like you.” He smiled a gentle smile, full of regret as she looked into his eyes, as if to determine whether he were lying. Then she turned back, and Talbus did too.
Soon the execution squad reappeared with a new beam and set it down a few yards from where they were standing.
“Well,” Talbus began, turning toward the girl, and she forced her hands down between her shift and her waist to undress. One of Talbus’ knots wouldn’t come undone, so he reached over to untie it for her, and the garment fell away. She draped it twice over her forearm and handed it silently to Talbus, not looking him in the eye. He took it, and as he patted her bare back, she was already walking naked toward the soldiers to be crucified.
“It won’t hurt so badly the second time,” he told her. He didn’t know if she heard him. He didn’t know if it was true.
(To be continued...)
“Can we fuck her?” A pair of youths no older than Julia grinned up at Talbus. Julia’s eyes rolled in weary disgust as she turned to await Talbus’ response.
“Sorry, Boys,” he said in his almost friendly, yet distant guard-voice, “You’ll have to wait until she’s on the cross.”
“Awww...!” Their disappointment was good-natured, showing they hadn’t had much hope. “But how are we supposed to fuck her when she’s on the cross?” one of them asked, still grinning. Talbus acknowledged the question with the minimum flash of an unamused smile necessary not to seem a killjoy.
“Good luck, Boys.” And they moved on to spit at Priscilla’s nipples.
For several more minutes, Talbus stood next to Julia, and Julia continued to hug her shift to her chest and stare at the ground. She didn’t want to talk, and Talbus could think of nothing to say.
Finally, observing the red and pink stripes across her uncovered back, Talbus spoke: “I was flogged myself once, you know.” At this Julia again looked up at him, curiosity mixing with the hardness of her face. “Yes, on account of a girl very much like you.” He smiled a gentle smile, full of regret as she looked into his eyes, as if to determine whether he were lying. Then she turned back, and Talbus did too.
Soon the execution squad reappeared with a new beam and set it down a few yards from where they were standing.
“Well,” Talbus began, turning toward the girl, and she forced her hands down between her shift and her waist to undress. One of Talbus’ knots wouldn’t come undone, so he reached over to untie it for her, and the garment fell away. She draped it twice over her forearm and handed it silently to Talbus, not looking him in the eye. He took it, and as he patted her bare back, she was already walking naked toward the soldiers to be crucified.
“It won’t hurt so badly the second time,” he told her. He didn’t know if she heard him. He didn’t know if it was true.
(To be continued...)