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Three months ago you were condemned by the Supreme Court to crucifixion.

Perhaps you poisoned three husbands to reap their wealth.

Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

Perhaps you sold drugs or brought drugs into the Union.

Perhaps you tried to blackmail an MEP or a business leader.

Whatever,

Since your trial you have been in the EJ Main Prison for Female Felons.

Now you are taken to the Governor.

You are told that your appeal for clemency has been rejected.

You are going to be crucified - in a week or two weeks.

You are taken to the condemned cell.

How do you feel?
 
Three months ago you were condemned by the Supreme Court to crucifixion.

Perhaps you poisoned three husbands to reap their wealth.

Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

Perhaps you sold drugs or brought drugs into the Union.

Perhaps you tried to blackmail an MEP or a business leader.

Whatever,

Since your trial you have been in the EJ Main Prison for Female Felons.

Now you are taken to the Governor.

You are told that your appeal for clemency has been rejected.

You are going to be crucified - in a week or two weeks.

You are taken to the condemned cell.

How do you feel?

Like shooting my attorney? :rolleyes:

tumblr_o5rxssuGgz1unx286o1_250.jpg No, seriously I would feel dejected, depressed, fearful.
 
Like shooting my attorney? :rolleyes:

View attachment 442604 No, seriously I would feel dejected, depressed, fearful.

It is no use blaming Maitre Jeannet.

When the prosecutors bring a case to the High Court, a case so grave as to warrant the extreme sentence, they will have dotted every i and crossed every t. There will be no wriggle room.

Yet twice in the last ten years Maitre Jeannet has saved a client. Signior Armaldi lives on his small pension in Sicily because of him. Madame Ferrier still rules at her Department of Transport.

He has worked miracles. But even miracles have limits. In your case the evidence was too heavy, the case too absolute even for him. Your guilt was obvious, the sentence inevitable.

And when the Appeal for Clemency was made, not all his eloquence could move the Clemency Panel, not when they looked at the facts of the case.
 
It is no use blaming Maitre Jeannet.

When the prosecutors bring a case to the High Court, a case so grave as to warrant the extreme sentence, they will have dotted every i and crossed every t. There will be no wriggle room.

Yet twice in the last ten years Maitre Jeannet has saved a client. Signior Armaldi lives on his small pension in Sicily because of him. Madame Ferrier still rules at her Department of Transport.

He has worked miracles. But even miracles have limits. In your case the evidence was too heavy, the case too absolute even for him. Your guilt was obvious, the sentence inevitable.

And when the Appeal for Clemency was made, not all his eloquence could move the Clemency Panel, not when they looked at the facts of the case.

You sent a guy in to ask the Governor for clemency? That was a BIG mistake. The Governor want to hear the appeal from the lady IN PERSON. Kneeling under his desk...
 
Three months ago you were condemned by the Supreme Court to crucifixion.

Perhaps you poisoned three husbands to reap their wealth.

Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

Perhaps you sold drugs or brought drugs into the Union.

Perhaps you tried to blackmail an MEP or a business leader.

Whatever,

Since your trial you have been in the EJ Main Prison for Female Felons.

Now you are taken to the Governor.

You are told that your appeal for clemency has been rejected.

You are going to be crucified - in a week or two weeks.

You are taken to the condemned cell.

How do you feel?
curious what will happen, will anybody tell me? Have you any advice for me?
Three months ago you were condemned by the Supreme Court to crucifixion.

Perhaps you poisoned three husbands to reap their wealth.

Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

Perhaps you sold drugs or brought drugs into the Union.

Perhaps you tried to blackmail an MEP or a business leader.

Whatever,

Since your trial you have been in the EJ Main Prison for Female Felons.

Now you are taken to the Governor.

You are told that your appeal for clemency has been rejected.

You are going to be crucified - in a week or two weeks.

You are taken to the condemned cell.

How do you feel?
 
Three months ago you were condemned by the Supreme Court to crucifixion.

Perhaps you poisoned three husbands to reap their wealth.

Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

Perhaps you sold drugs or brought drugs into the Union.

Perhaps you tried to blackmail an MEP or a business leader.

Whatever,

Since your trial you have been in the EJ Main Prison for Female Felons.

Now you are taken to the Governor.

You are told that your appeal for clemency has been rejected.

You are going to be crucified - in a week or two weeks.

You are taken to the condemned cell.

How do you feel?

With my hands, of course! ;)
 
Condemned.
How would I feel?
Cold, paralyzing terror.
No longer can I cling to any of those feeble little hopes that now have been stripped away.
That my defense would work some miracle in court... that there would be some eminence acting behind the curtains to pardon me ... that there might be a pardon in the face of this horrible punishment...

All that remains to flee into now are pure fantasies, dadydreams detaching from reality.
Reality is... "my guilt is obvious, the sentence inevitable".

It would have been something to hold on to if I could continue to imagine there was some higher cause I did this for ... but what if there isn't, ... there isn't.

Facing that truth about myself is maybe just as hard as facing the cross.

They could have dragged me away right after the Governor rejected my plea.
I think they're giving me that time though, that uncertain time, to let that guilt, that truth, eat my soul.

Abandoned, betrayed, reduced to a spectacle for the amusement of my captors and a warning to others...
Certainly I am abandoned, ... by those who loved me but now feel betrayed by what's revealed, ... by those who collaborated with me who have all gone to their own punishments or pardons separately, ... by all hopes and good spirits and illusions about a future or myself.
 
Three months ago you were condemned by the Supreme Court to crucifixion.

Perhaps you poisoned three husbands to reap their wealth.

Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

Perhaps you sold drugs or brought drugs into the Union.

Perhaps you tried to blackmail an MEP or a business leader.

Whatever,

Since your trial you have been in the EJ Main Prison for Female Felons.

Now you are taken to the Governor.

You are told that your appeal for clemency has been rejected.

You are going to be crucified - in a week or two weeks.

You are taken to the condemned cell.

How do you feel?
I'm very curious and I want to know everything about crucifixion now. I get more and more aroused.
 
Perhaps you kidnapped young women and sold them as sex slaves.

I’m angry. The governor himself bought three of my girls. He hides them in plain sight as “secretaries,” and everyone just winks and looks the other way. And he has the gall to sentence me to the cross?

Of course, my anger just covers up the growing sense of dread. I’m about to be pinned to a cross and left to die naked and alone. Well, maybe I’ll have some murderers hanging with me. All the rich and powerful who bought my girls will pretend to be pillars of morality while I suffer for their vices.

It’s not fair!
 
Initially I felt terror and dread at the prospect of dying, but slowly I began to consign myself to my fate. I accept the fact that one who has committed crimes such as myself deserves nothing more than to be nailed to a cross and left to die completely naked for all to see.
 
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