My own attempt to describe the horrific event...
The first Nail, the first Impact
Aria's arms are tied wide out to the crossbar, strong hands grab her hands and press them onto the wood, someone presses her shoulders onto the wooden beam below, supported by his entire body weight.
She lies spread out on the floor, completely naked. But fear pushes away her shame when she sees the mighty hammer and the long nails in the hands of a man who approaches her. She tugs on the ropes, but they hold her well and securely. Someone presses her left forearm onto the wood, another grabs her fingers, opens her left hand and pushes her fingers with a lot of strength onto the wood.
She gasps, she struggles – in vain. A wooden disc is pressed onto her wrist. Aria first feels the tip of the nail on her skin, then it digs into her tender joint. She is consumed by fear, she closes her eyes and holds her breath.
The heavy hammer whizzes down, metal hits metal and rings brightly, the wood trembles dully. Aria feels the nail instantly shatter her wrist. Ligaments and tendons tear, bones splinter.
Moments later, an indescribably intense pain flashes through her like lightning. Reflexively she writhes, then gasps for air and moans, only a little later her shrill screams echo across the square...
Shock and pain flood through her body. The back of her head hits dully against the post, every muscle tenses, her chest pushes out, her hips push up and her thighs part before she slumps back.
Aria involuntarily pulls her hand back, but it is inescapably nailed to the wood. She immediately flinches because every little movement causes severe pain. Her eyes wide open, she stares at her wrist, pierced by the nail like a skewer. Pain and tears cloud her senses, the image in front of her eyes begins to blur.
The mighty hammer falls again and causes her pain to explode again. Gasps, groans, shrill screams, clear-sounding hammer blows and dull trembling of the wood alternate until the nail is driven deep into the wood and a perforated wooden plate presses her wrist firmly against the crossbar.
Panicked fear grips Aria and excruciating pain floods her body as she writhes almost erotically on the floor for those watching. Her distorted face betrays the terrible suffering, her frantic breathing causes her breasts to rise and fall, attracting the attention of the men who look at her mindfully. But that's just the beginning, three more nails are to follow and she will be lifted up to hang on the cross...