Sculptures
I'm drying out, my heart pounding in the slowly setting sun.
Meanwhile the hot wind keeps blowing up dust, sticking to our sweaty, bloodstained bodies.
Every once in while I can still hear a scream from the other crucified, or hear travelers passing by laughing
because of us.
Some of them even finding their way to the crosses, to read why we have been crucified.
The guards just scarcely taking notice. A vendor and his wife stepped between us, and Andrea's
condition makes the lady laugh:
"You criminal woman, when you sit on that plug, one could think you have a penis. When we walked up,
we weren't sure about it, but it's just a plug. With that dust covering you, it's hard to tell if you are still alive or not.
Let's take a look at your titulus, Andrea is your name, sentenced for various crimes. Let me know,
do you deserve this?"
Keeping my eyes on the woman, Andrea is answering with a weak voice:
"If it pleases you, yes I deserve it. But no matter what, I still feel much better than you will ever do."
Saying that, her chin is sinking to her chest, her upper body falling forward and pulling her arms tight again.
Her husband: "All of you are really filthy, we will walk on and have some cool drinks at the village during this hot evening.
I'm absolutely positive, that your guards will do the same, too."
Turning to Daniela, talking and laughing: "Look at that little slave. She wasn't nailed, but it looks like she is done, ha, ha.
Hey guard, did you notice that this slave is finished? She must have been really bad, to be treated like that. You slave, you have lost your loin cloth. It's right here below your feet. Well, it won't make you look that much better."
The wife also amused: "It's a hot day, I'm sure she wanted to get rid of her loincloth. This was probably a favor from the men here. With all that dust on her body, she looks like a sculpture.
But look at her tits hanging down limb. She didn't watch herself, all these cuts and bruises. The soldiers didn't nail her, maybe they shoud have. But these ropes seem to be very tight.
Eventually to tight for the bitch."
She is reaching out now to touch the strong rope, that is holding Daniela's arms behind the patibulum on the stipes.
Like accidently stroking first the rope, and then the victims upper body.
Saying: "She is still warm, are you sure she is dead?."
One of the guards is taking his pilum, stepping aside the couple and is watching Daniela's upper body closely. With the chin on her chest and
the complete body weight on her arms, she must have suffocated. The guard pushing the body a few times and then holding Daniela's head up at her chin to check.
But no response. He is letting the head fall to the torso again.
The guard: "You are maybe right vendor. Me and my comrades would like to spend some hours at the tavern, too. It seems like we are getting closer to our drinks, ha, ha."
Slowly I'm turning my head towards Andrea, but she doesn't seem to take notice of what's going on. Sitting on the seat plug, the arms stretched with the head hanging down, the long straight hair over her face.
Every breath rising her boobs, letting these, by their weight stretched tits with the huge areola slightly dangle.
Just the male slave next to Daniela, is watching mindful what is happening to his female slave friend.
The vendor and his wife are also monitoring with interest and amusement the guards next actions.
The vendors wife: "This is nice evening entertainement, guard. There was good business for us and it's even better now in the future, with these two criminals on the crosses. We would gladly pay for a prostitute, if we'd meet you at the tavern. On the titulus from this naked bitch it says, that she was crucified for rebellious behaviour. Now, unfortunately we haven't seen any of that."
The guard to the vendors wife: "I appreciate your offer a lot. Believe me, this slut has been bitching and cursing at everybody here at the sessorium. Despite the heavy flogging she has received and despite that she was hanging from the cross already."
While the guard is holding his pilum with the haft under his arm, we see him placing the tip right between the second and third rib on the left side from Daniela's chest.
Her upper body being arched forward, the tip is slightly placed towards the back by him.
Then under the laughter of the vendor and his wife, he is pushing the pilum slowly into Daniela's ribcage.
As he is stepping closer to the body, he has to hold Daniela by the head and is pircing the pilum through her upper body with a ripping sound.
The tip exiting on her right side underneath the armpit. With two hands and that same ripping sound, the guard is pulling the pilum back out of the body.
Leaving blood and body fluid running out of the wound.
The vendor: "Too bad that she couldn't cause a fuzz for us anymore. We move on and hope to see you after your work here is done".
Again, my own execution is making me shiver. Now knowing that the guards won't have that much patience anymore.
To my surprise, one of them is letting Andrea and me drink from a sponge on his pilum.
Giving the two of us some energy back.
