GabriellaSivilla
Governor
"Be quiet, whore!" The sharp slap sends Gabriella's head spinning. She is exhausted, broken, her whole body aching, the cloack reawakening the pain on her back each time a movement lets the rough fabric brush on the open welts in her tender flesh, the crown of thorns circling her head with agony. She whimpers, as the soldier leans forward and whispers in her ear that they will bring her soon to the closest hill to crucify her. Crucify her!
She looks around again, and the mob reacts to her gaze with shouts and insults: "give her to me! I know what to do to her!" "Such a royal piece of ass! Let's see her on the tree of shame!" Just somebody remain silent, or try to get her attention, or try to calm down the mob, but they are few, very few. The mob wants to see blood, and torture, and the beautiful body of a young woman tormented on the cross.
They grab and tie her wrists with a piece of rope. Then they shove her, to have her moving toward the edge of the balcony, where all can see her better. She obeys meekly, like a lamb led to the slaughterhouse, all her strenght gone. But when the governor raises her titulus high, she whispers, just a slight movement of her lips: "I am a... Queen... not... a... whore..." and then she lowers her head, shivering with fear, silently offering herself to her gruesome ordeal.
She looks around again, and the mob reacts to her gaze with shouts and insults: "give her to me! I know what to do to her!" "Such a royal piece of ass! Let's see her on the tree of shame!" Just somebody remain silent, or try to get her attention, or try to calm down the mob, but they are few, very few. The mob wants to see blood, and torture, and the beautiful body of a young woman tormented on the cross.
They grab and tie her wrists with a piece of rope. Then they shove her, to have her moving toward the edge of the balcony, where all can see her better. She obeys meekly, like a lamb led to the slaughterhouse, all her strenght gone. But when the governor raises her titulus high, she whispers, just a slight movement of her lips: "I am a... Queen... not... a... whore..." and then she lowers her head, shivering with fear, silently offering herself to her gruesome ordeal.