I am on this damn Arkansas Golgotha. I am covered with sweat that is caked to my skin by the dust from the trail. Maybe a couple hundred people stand around as my cross is taken from me and laid on the ground.
The people around me are wildly screaming for me to be nailed to the damn cross I carried up this damn hill. I am pissed there no one calling for mercy for me. Angrily I yell “If you want me crucified come and work for it!”
Defiance is something I have been told I am a bit too strong at. Two guards grab me and pull me towards the cross. I resist but either one is big enough to overpower me and with both my fight is mere show.
They painfully twist my arms as they drag me to the cross.
My anger over this ‘act’ is being replaced by fear as the thought I am really going to be nailed to the cross fills my head. They drag me to the cross and toss me onto the stipe.
In panic I cry out “You can’t do this to me!”
I start getting up and a guard yells at me to lie down on the cross.
A guard grabs me by my hair and growls “Listen you worthless bitch you are going to be nailed to this cross. You either cooperate or we will force on to it.”
I say nothing and cover my pussy as I realize soon I will not be able to.
I do not cooperate but there are more guards and every one of them is stronger than I. I am sitting on the stipe when one grabs my hair to jerk me down
I lie naked on the cross with men positioning my arms over the wood. In just moments I will be nailed to the cross I carried here!
-Barb Moore
The people around me are wildly screaming for me to be nailed to the damn cross I carried up this damn hill. I am pissed there no one calling for mercy for me. Angrily I yell “If you want me crucified come and work for it!”
Defiance is something I have been told I am a bit too strong at. Two guards grab me and pull me towards the cross. I resist but either one is big enough to overpower me and with both my fight is mere show.
They painfully twist my arms as they drag me to the cross.
My anger over this ‘act’ is being replaced by fear as the thought I am really going to be nailed to the cross fills my head. They drag me to the cross and toss me onto the stipe.
In panic I cry out “You can’t do this to me!”
I start getting up and a guard yells at me to lie down on the cross.
A guard grabs me by my hair and growls “Listen you worthless bitch you are going to be nailed to this cross. You either cooperate or we will force on to it.”
I say nothing and cover my pussy as I realize soon I will not be able to.
I do not cooperate but there are more guards and every one of them is stronger than I. I am sitting on the stipe when one grabs my hair to jerk me down
I lie naked on the cross with men positioning my arms over the wood. In just moments I will be nailed to the cross I carried here!
-Barb Moore