GabriellaSivilla
Governor
Slowly, her forces almost exhausted, Gabriella slides down the stipe. As her legs begin to fold, her thighs start to tremble, and she pushes with all the remaining strength against the nails in her foot to slow down her descent. The pain radiating from the wounds in her feet is terrible, and reverberates in her head.
Then, all of the sudden, she cannot stand it anymore, her legs gives way and she collapses, the fall of her body abruptly stopped only by the nails in her wrists and the thick ropes around them. The pain she feels is like she is crucified again, like they were again plunging the spikes in her wrists and feet, destroying them, scraping her little bones, impaling her nerves, piercing her living flesh.
She falls down, blind from agony, another of her heart sickening cries that the mob has learnt to know and to enjoy leaving her red lips and rising up in the sky: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Then she lets herself hang, her whole weight pulling at her wrists, feeling her arms and shoulders and tendons stretched, the pain there reaching a new climax: "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". The blood which has oozed from her wounds when she was in the standing position diminished, and paints her limbs with crimson as it slowly finds its way down. Her whole body glistens under the Sun.
Gabriella lowers her head, crying desperately, realizing how much worse is her damnation to the cross than a simple death sentence. They do not want to kill her, on the contrary they want to keep her alive as long as possible, having her suffer the worst agony ever imaginable, her beautiful body naked on lewd display to the crowd.
She inhales deep and raises her head, her blond hair matted with red. As she breaths, her tits bounces on her rib cage, and somebody finds that funny, and shouts obscene cat calls to her.
And down there, they are preparing new instruments of torture.
Then, all of the sudden, she cannot stand it anymore, her legs gives way and she collapses, the fall of her body abruptly stopped only by the nails in her wrists and the thick ropes around them. The pain she feels is like she is crucified again, like they were again plunging the spikes in her wrists and feet, destroying them, scraping her little bones, impaling her nerves, piercing her living flesh.
She falls down, blind from agony, another of her heart sickening cries that the mob has learnt to know and to enjoy leaving her red lips and rising up in the sky: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Then she lets herself hang, her whole weight pulling at her wrists, feeling her arms and shoulders and tendons stretched, the pain there reaching a new climax: "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". The blood which has oozed from her wounds when she was in the standing position diminished, and paints her limbs with crimson as it slowly finds its way down. Her whole body glistens under the Sun.
Gabriella lowers her head, crying desperately, realizing how much worse is her damnation to the cross than a simple death sentence. They do not want to kill her, on the contrary they want to keep her alive as long as possible, having her suffer the worst agony ever imaginable, her beautiful body naked on lewd display to the crowd.
She inhales deep and raises her head, her blond hair matted with red. As she breaths, her tits bounces on her rib cage, and somebody finds that funny, and shouts obscene cat calls to her.
And down there, they are preparing new instruments of torture.
not really a game of thrones?
