Catherine lay there, sobbing and gasping. The pain from that obscene nail throbbed along the tortured nerves of her arm, too much for her overwhelmed brain to take in. She realised that the only thing holding her to the cross was that one nail, the daemons had released her, and were standing back for a moment, watching her suffer.
She rolled her head to look at the nail. O God! It was huge! She could scarcely believe that it penetrated her own wrist. Horrified, she rolled towards it. Part of her wondered if she could pull it out, but she knew that she had to endure this.
“Ha!” The daemon grinned with sadistic satisfaction. “Now your dreams of crucifixion have come to reality! Now you realise how much it hurts!”
She looked at him, and nodded weakly.
“Good!” He gave the nail one last smash with the hammer.
Catherine rolled back on her cross, sobbing with misery.