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The Raid - a little crucifixion story in five chapters

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The raid - 1

It was getting dark in the woods. Sina had not expected that when she decided to take the shortcut through the forest. She thought that perhaps it would have been better to choose the road, even if that meant a big detour.
„Stupid bus!“ she mumbled. She had been visiting her aunt in the neighboring village and had missed the last bus. He had driven off right in front of her. If she had go home along the street, that would have taken a three kilometer detour. So Sina had decided to take the shortcut through the forest.

There was still some daylight. But it was getting dark.
I'll be at my home village soon, she thought. The path followed a long bend and the forest opened to a large clearing.
There's the Nicholas Cross, Sina thought. Then I am not far away fram home.

There was a crack in the woods. Sina started. Far enough, said a small voice in her head. Too far, Sina. It is still far to the village. If you are attacked by wild boars here in the forest, no one in the village can hear you screaming. The St. Nicholas Cross is in the middle of the forest.

Sina swiftly brushed aside the unpleasant thought. She did not want to think about that. She arrived at the crucifix in the forest. She found a construction site. The Nicholas Cross stood bald in the clearing with the paved floor. The Jesus Corpus was missing. Sina remembered that she had read in the „Village News“ that it had been taken away for restoration. The whole place was to be rebuilt. A low semicircular wall was to be built around the site in the forest and the Nikolaus Fountain had to be recast.

Sina saw pallets of rocks standing next to the empty cross. They looked like big animals crouching in the emerging darkness. The small fountain next to the St. Nicholas Cross burbled softly. Farther back in the woods she heard the Gillenbach murmuring.

Suddenly they were standing around Sina - seven guys, a whole gang. Sina felt shocked. Where had they come from so fast? She was feared. The guys looked vicious and she was so far away from the village.
Nobody will hear me screaming, she thought. Oh, why did I take the shortcut?!

The guys grabbed her. They took away her new cell phone and her purse. One was digging around in it.
„Is that all?“ he hissed. He looked angry. „Not even twenty euros! That's supposed to be a joke?“ He dropped the purse carelessly. The guy was drunk, Sina realized. They were all drunk. Drunk and vicious. They began to push Sina around.

„Why do you have so little money?“ growled one. He was visibly angry. „What will we going to do with you?“ Suddenly he grinned.
When Sina saw the grin, she became ice cold. Her fear increased as the guy suddenly held a knife in his hand.
„We have to do something!“, he said. His grin widened.

Sina started to shake in fear. She wanted to leave, but the guys held her tight. She had no chance. Fearfully she fixed the knife blade, which shimmered in the dwindling daylight. The man with the knife looked into her eyes: „Now the knife will be used, baby!“
Oh please do not! Sina thought.

The guy turned and marched to one of the pallets with bricks. He messed with it. When he returned, he held a pack of thick cords in his hand. He had cut off the cords securing the bricks on the pallet. He went to the Nicholas Cross.
„Bring her here!“ he shouted. When his buddies understood what he was up to, they burst into loud laughter. Screeching and shouting, they dragged Sina to the cross. There they forcibly took away her clothes. They completely stripped her.

„Nice pussy!“, shouted one. „Look! She has a cute piercing!“ He put his hand between Sinas legs.
She started. She was terrified. She was afraid of being raped. She was afraid of a gang-bang. „Hold her tight!“ One of the guys shouted. He also reached between Sinas legs. „We do not want the little bird to fly away.“

The one with the knife went to Nicholas Cross. He placed some bricks under the horizontal crossbar on the right and left.
„What are you doing?“ asked one of his buddies.
„That's so that I get better up there,“ said the Knife-Man. „I will tie the ropes there. Then we tie the girl to the cross.“

Sina believed she had heared wrong. She watched as the guy tied the ropes right and left. „Hard work, what to do there,“ someone said. „Why so much ropework, man? This is a wooden cross! Why don´nt we nail the girl an the cross like the guy in the church?“
Sina froze in shock.
The knife-man made a gesture that encompassed the entire square: „Do you see any hammer or nails here somewhere? So what! Nothing here! We do it with ropes. It is also quite funny. I'm done with the ropes. Bring the chick!“

They pushed and pulled Sina to the cross. She had no chance to escape. They were seven and a lot stronger than she. Sina trembled with fear. They took her naked as she was to the cross and tied her to it.
The knife-man had the ropes set exactly. The guys twisted the ropes three times to the left and right wrists of Sina. They made a knot behind the joint. The pieces of rope that were leftover they led them trough the crossbeam. They put them through the holes in which the thick bolts that held the figure of Jesus on the cross.

Sina felt her arms being pulled apart. She stared blankly how they knotted the ends of the rope behind the crossbeam and put small pieces of wood in the loops.
„Turn now!“ ordered the knife-man. „It´s like a garotte, you see? When you turn the wooden sticks, it gets tighter and her wrists are tightened on the crossbeam. Then you only have to fasten the wooden pieces with an extra piece of rope. That holds securely.“

They did as the man ordered. After a few minutes, Sina was moored to the crossbeam. She hung with outstretched arms on the cross and could only stand on her toes.
She could not believe what happened to her. The guys crucified her!

„Now the feet!“ The knife-man dropped to his knees. He took a rope and put it around Sina's ankles several times. He also pulled the rope twice between her ankles and finally made a knot at the back. Again two longer pieces of rope stood over at the back.
„Up with the pretty legs!“ demanded the Messermann. „The ropes have to go up through the hole!“

Sina felt her bound feet lifted. Her legs were bent. She watched as the knife-man stuck the leftover pieces of rope through the hole in the upright post. There, the feet of the Jesus figure had been fastened with a bolt.
„Now we make a nice tight knot behind the upright and turn the loop like a garrot“, explained the knife-man. „Then she is fastened. She cannot get free.“
He did what he had announced.

Sina was hanging on the cross. Her soles were pressed flat against the upright post, her knees bent at ninety degrees, her outstretched arms tied to the right and left horizontal crossbars. She hung like a Jesus figure on the cross, naked and helpless.
They crucified me! she thought stunned. They have crucified me!
 
The raid - 2

The knife-man stepped in front of the cross and examined his work.
„That little girl pretty“, he said. He grinned. „The vacation replacement of Jesus.“ He did laugh. His cronies joined in the laughter. „Unfortunately I can not see so much,“ grumbled the knife-man. „It is dark.“

„The man can be helped,“ cried someone. He ran across the construction site and began to work on something. „Where there is a construction site, there is also a construction site lighting.“
He dragged something and placed it in front of the cross. There were two tripods with lamps on top. He set them up three meters to the right and left of the cross.
„There are battery packs on it,“ he commented. „Where is the switch? Oh, here it is.“

He switched on the lamps. Bright light flooded the place, illuminating Sina on the cross. „There you are! Now the little sweety is fully illuminated! You can see everything.“
He looked at Sina on the cross. „Doesn´t she look great? It is bright enough to photograph her. Where's her cell phone?“

„Stop!“ one called. „Something is missing!“ The guy grinned. „She needs a crown of thorns!“ „Yes!“ „I agree!“ „Great idea!“ So they shouted and laughed.

The knife-man ran to a young acacia tree that stood at the edge of the place and cut off some thin branches. Sina hung on the cross and watched helplessly as the man braided a prickly wreath out of the branches.
He handed it to a buddy: „Would you do the job, Mike! You are the biggest of us.“

Mike received the crown of thorns and stepped in front of the cross. He reached up and pushed it on Sinas head. She tried to dodge, but she could not. The guy pressed the wreath tightly on her hair.
Sina screamed. The thorns stung deeply into her skin. It hurted.
The men laughed out loudly. Laughing they joined in front of the cross. They called mocking remarks.

The holiday replacement of Jesus!“
„The female Jesus!“
„Holy Jesa!“
„Shall we pray to her?“

They took Sina's cell phone and their own smartphones and started taking pictures of her as she hung naked and stretched out on the cross.
Sina felt ashamed. She would have given anything to hide her naked body from the guys, but the ropes held her mercilessly stretched out on the cross. She was defenseless about the looks of the men and the lenses of their cell phones.

One picked up pine cones from the ground and started throwing at Sina. Immediately, his cronies followed. Loathing and laughing, they threw pine cones at Sina. Sina had no chance to avoid the projectiles. She could barely move. The bondage forced her to hold still. She was afraid a pine cone could hit her eyes.

The ropes rubbed, squeezed and scratched. The crown of thorns hurted. She started to cry in fear and despair.
„Boo!“ yelled the knife-man. „Boo!“ She is blubbering!“
The seven guys imitated loud crying.
Sina sobbed helplessly. She could not suppress it.

„We should give her a reason to cry!“ one of the guys shouted. „At a crucifixion they were always flogged before! We should do that!“
Sina got goose bumps all over her body. They would not ... or would they?

„It was too much work to tie her to the cross,“ the knife-man said. „I do not bother to untie the little one to flog her. No thanks!“
That's not necessary,“ one of the guys said. „We can also whip the girl on the cross. Take your knife and cut some nice rods for all of us.“
The knife-man did like his buddy wanted. He cut rods from a hazel bush on the edge of the square and distributed them to his companions.

At seventh they lined up in front of Sina.
„Come on! Give her cause to cry!“ one of them shouted.
Immediately, they began to beat Sina.

The rods hit the helplessly tied girl everywhere. The rods slammed on her instep, on her thighs, from the side to the outside of her buttocks, on her stomach and on her breasts.
Sina screamed. The blows hurt a lot. Whenever a stroke hit her unprotected skin, it banged.

Her naked body was covered with flaming red welts. Sina was sobbing on the cross. She squirmed in a desperate attempt to avoid the strokes, but she had no chance. The guys lashed her hard. They gave no mercy. They hit with all their strength.

Sina sobbed. She howled and screamed. Her screams seemed to cheer up the seven guys. They continued the flogging. Sina screamed and cried. She squirmed. She begged to her tormentors in tears to stop. They did not stop. They continued to beat the girl, who was vulnerable to them.

„Hit her!“ the knife-man cheered up his friends. „Beat her! Let her howl! Shall she cry! She deserves it! Not even twenty euros in the purse!“
They continued to beat Sina. She squirmed at the cross. She screamed and cried. The pain was unbearable.
„Stop!“ she yelled. „Please stop it!“
They did not stop. They hit her. With loud clapping the rods slammed from all sides on Sina's unprotected body. She thought she had to pass out, it hurt so much.

At some point they stopped. Sina sank down on the cross, crying.
„You have got what you deserve!“ the knife-man exclaimed. His eyes sparkled with anger. „Not even twenty euros for us! You bitch! You can rot here on the cross! You stay hanging! Maybe someone will find you tomorrow.“ He laughed dirty. „This can take a while! Everyone is going to sleep long tomorrow. It's a holiday. By noon you will probably still hang on the cross.“

He turned to his buddies, „Let's get away. Probably someone heard her roar. We do not need to be here, if someone is coming to look who yelled.“ He glanced at Sina's clothes on the floor: „Take her clothes and shoes.“He gave Sina a grin. „The girl has no use for that at the moment.“
Laughing, the guys picked up Sina's things. Then they left.

Sina was sobbing on the cross. Her eyes fell on an object on the ground in front of the cross. It was her purse.
At least they did not take that, she thought. In the purse were her ID and her bank card. Farther back in the woods, she heard the seven guys rioting. With loud laughter they threw Sina's clothes and shoes into the Gillencreek. Sina heard a splash.
„What's that?“ one of the guys shouted. „That's a duck! Mike! Throw the shoe!“
It splashed again. Sina heard a duck screaming. The guys cheered enthusiastically.

„Stop!“ cried the knife-man. „Not the jeans!“
A splash.
„You idiot!“, yelled the knife-man. „Her purse was in those pants!“
„So what?“ someone asked. „Who cares? We have the money.“
„Her bankcard!“ the knife-man cried. „We could have asked the little princess on the cross for the PIN. We could have hold her burning lighters under her armpits.“ Soft laugh: „Or between her legs! We could have heated up her pretty clit piercing until the little bird sang.“

„Are you sure the wallet was in the jeans?“ someone asked.
„Where else?“
„But we got it of the pants out and took the money.“
„Where should it be?“
„Possibly the purse is somewhere on the floor near the cross?“

Sina held her breath. Through a tear veil, she saw her purse lying on the floor. It was easy to see in the light of the two construction site lamps. If the guys came back, they would find it immediately.
Sina swallowed. She remembered what the guy had said about the lighters.
 
Sassi said:
The raid - 2

The knife-man stepped in front of the cross and examined his work.
„That little girl pretty“, he said. He grinned. „The vacation replacement of Jesus.“ He did laugh. His cronies joined in the laughter. „Unfortunately I can not see so much,“ grumbled the knife-man. „It is dark.“

„The man can be helped,“ cried someone. He ran across the construction site and began to work on something. „Where there is a construction site, there is also a construction site lighting.“
He dragged something and placed it in front of the cross. There were two tripods with lamps on top. He set them up three meters to the right and left of the cross.
„There are battery packs on it,“ he commented. „Where is the switch? Oh, here it is.“

He switched on the lamps. Bright light flooded the place, illuminating Sina on the cross. „There you are! Now the little sweety is fully illuminated! You can see everything.“
He looked at Sina on the cross. „Doesn´t she look great? It is bright enough to photograph her. Where's her cell phone?“

„Stop!“ one called. „Something is missing!“ The guy grinned. „She needs a crown of thorns!“ „Yes!“ „I agree!“ „Great idea!“ So they shouted and laughed.

The knife-man ran to a young acacia tree that stood at the edge of the place and cut off some thin branches. Sina hung on the cross and watched helplessly as the man braided a prickly wreath out of the branches.
He handed it to a buddy: „Would you do the job, Mike! You are the biggest of us.“

Mike received the crown of thorns and stepped in front of the cross. He reached up and pushed it on Sinas head. She tried to dodge, but she could not. The guy pressed the wreath tightly on her hair.
Sina screamed. The thorns stung deeply into her skin. It hurted.
The men laughed out loudly. Laughing they joined in front of the cross. They called mocking remarks.

The holiday replacement of Jesus!“
„The female Jesus!“
„Holy Jesa!“
„Shall we pray to her?“

They took Sina's cell phone and their own smartphones and started taking pictures of her as she hung naked and stretched out on the cross.
Sina felt ashamed. She would have given anything to hide her naked body from the guys, but the ropes held her mercilessly stretched out on the cross. She was defenseless about the looks of the men and the lenses of their cell phones.

One picked up pine cones from the ground and started throwing at Sina. Immediately, his cronies followed. Loathing and laughing, they threw pine cones at Sina. Sina had no chance to avoid the projectiles. She could barely move. The bondage forced her to hold still. She was afraid a pine cone could hit her eyes.

The ropes rubbed, squeezed and scratched. The crown of thorns hurted. She started to cry in fear and despair.
„Boo!“ yelled the knife-man. „Boo!“ She is blubbering!“
The seven guys imitated loud crying.
Sina sobbed helplessly. She could not suppress it.

„We should give her a reason to cry!“ one of the guys shouted. „At a crucifixion they were always flogged before! We should do that!“
Sina got goose bumps all over her body. They would not ... or would they?

„It was too much work to tie her to the cross,“ the knife-man said. „I do not bother to untie the little one to flog her. No thanks!“
That's not necessary,“ one of the guys said. „We can also whip the girl on the cross. Take your knife and cut some nice rods for all of us.“
The knife-man did like his buddy wanted. He cut rods from a hazel bush on the edge of the square and distributed them to his companions.

At seventh they lined up in front of Sina.
„Come on! Give her cause to cry!“ one of them shouted.
Immediately, they began to beat Sina.

The rods hit the helplessly tied girl everywhere. The rods slammed on her instep, on her thighs, from the side to the outside of her buttocks, on her stomach and on her breasts.
Sina screamed. The blows hurt a lot. Whenever a stroke hit her unprotected skin, it banged.

Her naked body was covered with flaming red welts. Sina was sobbing on the cross. She squirmed in a desperate attempt to avoid the strokes, but she had no chance. The guys lashed her hard. They gave no mercy. They hit with all their strength.

Sina sobbed. She howled and screamed. Her screams seemed to cheer up the seven guys. They continued the flogging. Sina screamed and cried. She squirmed. She begged to her tormentors in tears to stop. They did not stop. They continued to beat the girl, who was vulnerable to them.

„Hit her!“ the knife-man cheered up his friends. „Beat her! Let her howl! Shall she cry! She deserves it! Not even twenty euros in the purse!“
They continued to beat Sina. She squirmed at the cross. She screamed and cried. The pain was unbearable.
„Stop!“ she yelled. „Please stop it!“
They did not stop. They hit her. With loud clapping the rods slammed from all sides on Sina's unprotected body. She thought she had to pass out, it hurt so much.

At some point they stopped. Sina sank down on the cross, crying.
„You have got what you deserve!“ the knife-man exclaimed. His eyes sparkled with anger. „Not even twenty euros for us! You bitch! You can rot here on the cross! You stay hanging! Maybe someone will find you tomorrow.“ He laughed dirty. „This can take a while! Everyone is going to sleep long tomorrow. It's a holiday. By noon you will probably still hang on the cross.“

He turned to his buddies, „Let's get away. Probably someone heard her roar. We do not need to be here, if someone is coming to look who yelled.“ He glanced at Sina's clothes on the floor: „Take her clothes and shoes.“He gave Sina a grin. „The girl has no use for that at the moment.“
Laughing, the guys picked up Sina's things. Then they left.

Sina was sobbing on the cross. Her eyes fell on an object on the ground in front of the cross. It was her purse.
At least they did not take that, she thought. In the purse were her ID and her bank card. Farther back in the woods, she heard the seven guys rioting. With loud laughter they threw Sina's clothes and shoes into the Gillencreek. Sina heard a splash.
„What's that?“ one of the guys shouted. „That's a duck! Mike! Throw the shoe!“
It splashed again. Sina heard a duck screaming. The guys cheered enthusiastically.

„Stop!“ cried the knife-man. „Not the jeans!“
A splash.
„You idiot!“, yelled the knife-man. „Her purse was in those pants!“
„So what?“ someone asked. „Who cares? We have the money.“
„Her bankcard!“ the knife-man cried. „We could have asked the little princess on the cross for the PIN. We could have hold her burning lighters under her armpits.“ Soft laugh: „Or between her legs! We could have heated up her pretty clit piercing until the little bird sang.“

„Are you sure the wallet was in the jeans?“ someone asked.
„Where else?“
„But we got it of the pants out and took the money.“
„Where should it be?“
„Possibly the purse is somewhere on the floor near the cross?“

Sina held her breath. Through a tear veil, she saw her purse lying on the floor. It was easy to see in the light of the two construction site lamps. If the guys came back, they would find it immediately.
Sina swallowed. She remembered what the guy had said about the lighters.
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Interesting story.
 
The raid - 3

Sina began to pray silently. Dear God, please do not let the guys come here! Please do not! They will burn me with the lighters!
She listened to the forest. What she heard made her freeze.
„Let's go back!“
No! Please do not! Sina thought. Oh please not!

„Are you stupid, you idiot? I do not go all the way back. The purse is sunk in the creek, man! Forget it!“
It went back and forth for a while, then the gang made off.
Sina sank down into the ropes with a loud groan.
They are gone! They did not come here anymore! Thanks God! And thanks God, they did not rape me. All I have to do is wait a while, until I can be sure the guys are really gone. Then I call for help. I hope someone hears me.

But it was late evening. There would be no more pedestrians in the forest, and St. Nicholas Cross was so far from the next village that Sina would not be heard.
At least it's warm, she thought. I do not have to freeze. And there are no mosquitoes. It was too dry in the last few weeks. No larvae of the flying tormentors have been able to develop. I am spared this torment.

But her whole body burned from the hard beats of the rods. Her bare skin was covered with flaming red welts. It burned and itched and it hurted. The guys had struck without consideration.
Sina groaned. Beside her groaning, the only other sound was the gentle murmur of St. Nicholas' Spring. The water gushed from a bronze pipe into a small basin of rock, from where it flowed as a small trickle into the forest to unite somewhere with the Gillencreek.

Sina groaned again. Not only the after-effects of the hard flogging hurted. The crucifixion itself began to become unpleasant. She tried to change her position on the cross. It was hard to do. It was almost impossible. Her feet pressed to the upright post with their soles could not really support Sina. Her weight hung all on the outstretched arms. Because her arms were stretched so strong, she could barely pull herself up.

Sina gathered all her strength and pushed herself up. Her body broke away from the cross and she floated with her back pressed before the crossbar. Only her wrists and feet were still touching the wood.
But this posture was very uncomfortable. Sina could not keep herself for a long time. She had to sink back to the cross.

She listened to the forest. Were the guys away? What time was it? Sina had no idea. It was dark now. Only the construction site lights illuminated the square. The forest was pitch-black.
Sina shyly called for help. Her voice was low and shaky. She took a deep breath and called out louder.
„Hello? Can someone hear me? Please help me! I am tied to the Nicholas cross! I have been attacked! Hello? Help! Help!“

Sina called. Then she screamed. She was screaming for help. Someone had to hear her! But nothing happened. Nobody heard Sinas screams. She was far too deep in the forest. No matter how loud she screamed, she had no chance to be heard.

After fifteen minutes of screaming for help, Sina sank down on the cross. It hurted. Sina was surprised and frightened at the same time how painful the crucifixion was. Her arms and shoulders hurted and her legs too, because of the almost crouching posture.

She remembered how they had taken crucifixions in religious education at school. She remembered exactly the words of the religion teacher: „A crucifixion is not just a death sentence. Crucifixion is first and foremost a terrible torture. The convicts suffer terrible pain. This is due to the unnatural, strongly stretched posture at the cross. If the condemned is nailed to his hands and feet, it multiplies the pain.

Nailed. Sina shuddered. One of the guys had suggested to nail her to the Nicholas cross.
The religion teacher had explained that nailing served to multiply the pain of the delinquent. A crucifixion was a deterrent punishment.
The spectators were to be so deterred by the look of a person writhing in agony on the cross that they did not even think of rebellion.

The nailing had another reason: Nailing avoided that the crucified were stolen at night to sell them later as slaves. On the one hand, one could scarcely detach a nailed person from the cross; on the other hand, the nails inflicted such great damage that a crucified one could no longer serve as a slave.
The nails, which were driven by the wrists, caused great damage. They destroyed nerves and thereby crippled the convict. Who wanted a slave who could not use his hands?

But people had also been tied with ropes on the cross. It was a punishment for disobedient slaves.
„One day on the cross,“ the religion teacher had said, „and every rebellious slave becomes tame. Crucifixion is an extremely effective disciplinary measure. If someone sees a tortured person on the cross, he thinks three times whether he is committing a theft. The cross breaks everybodys will. You can believe me.“

„I believe it!“ Sina groaned. She moved on the cross in an attempt to take a more comfortable posture. It did not help. No matter how she moved, no matter what attitude she took, it hurted and the pain increased.
„How much longer?“, Sina asked loudly. „How long do I have to endure this?“

She could not believe how painful it was. It hurted. It was terrible. She groaned. She gasped. She reared up. She squirmed at the cross.
Sina started to cry. She cried in pain and because she was so lonely and helpless. She felt completely abandoned. The welts on her skin burned and hurted. Her arms and shoulders ached because Sina's arms were stretched out unnaturally. Her legs hurted as she hung on the upright pole in a half-crouched posture.
Bit by bit, her hole body began to hurt. It was terrible.

„How much longer?“, Sina asked again. The forest listened in silence. The forest was silent. Only the Nicholas-well murmured softly.
„Until tomorrow morning,“ Sina gasped. How long was that? How long had she been hanging on this cross? Half an hour? One hour? Longer? She did not know. She had lost all sense of time.
Tomorrow morning. They would find her tomorrow morning and give her help. Would it be like this? Or not?

„Tomorrow is a holiday,“ Sina whimpered. She writhed in tears on the cross. „Holiday! People will sleep in. Nobody gets up early! Oh God!“
When would help arrive? Certainly not early in the morning. Oh no, it would getting late. Perhaps at ten or eleven o'clock a retiree would take his dog for a walk in the woods.

„Eleven o'clock!“ Sina cried even harder. „Eleven!“
She had left at half past eight in the evening. The gang had attacked and crucified her at nine o'clock. It was not later than half past nine. If she was really saved the next day around eleven o'clock in the morning, that meant she would be crucified for more than twelve hours.

„I can not stand that!“ Sina whimpered. „I can not stand it! Nobody can stand it! That's impossible! It hurts so bad! It hurts so much! I can not stand it!“
„You will endure it, Sina,“ whispered a small voice in her head. „You have no choice! You are tied to the Nicholas cross with ropes. You can not get loose. You will endure it, whether you like it or not.“

„No!“ Sina said. „No! Oh no!“
She squirmed. She started again to call for help. First she called. Then she screamed with all her might.
„Help me!“ she yelled. „Please help me! Help! Help!“
She screamed as loud as she could. Again and again. She reared up on the cross. She screamed and screamed. But nobody came to liberate her. Nobody heard her screams. Nobody came to save Sina.
 
The raid - 4

Sina had been grateful that the gang had not raped her. But now she was experiencing a different kind of rape. Her body was constantly violated. Her body was tormented. Her body was tortured. Her arms hurted. Her shoulders hurted. Her legs trembled and ached. Sinas half-crouched posture on the cross was more than unpleasant.

She sobbed. She could not believe how painful it was to be crucified. It was horrible.
A new torture started. She got thirsty. She had wanted to have a drink with her aunt, but unfortunately the aunt had a weakness for sweet sodas. Sina did not like strong sweetened drinks. She didn´d drink anything. She had wanted to drink at home, only that she had never arrived at her home.

She heard the Nicholas well burble. The water of the well was cool and tasted heavenly fresh, she knew that. She had often drunk from the spring while walking in the woods.
Now the water was inaccessible to her. Only three meters away, it splashed into the stone basin and then flowed away as a quietly murmuring brook. Sina had no chance to get some of the water.

The sound of the burbling water was a special torture for her. Added to this was the pain caused by the crucifixion. It was a terrible, unbearable pain.
Sina thought about how she had had the clit pierced. She had decided to have it done without local anesthesia. She wanted to feel her clit pierced.
A friend had it done and told her it was an incredible sensory sensation.

It was. Sina was lying on the operating table with her thighs open, and then her clit was pierced. A very intense, sharp pain had passed through her lap, which almost stole her breath. She had gasped and gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. It was so intense!
And somehow it had been cool to endure it. It had been a great pain and Sina was proud to have endured it.

But this was different. The cross just hurted badly. And it was bad that Sina had no idea what time it was. She did not know how long she had been crucified. It should have been hours by now, but she did not know how many.
It could be three o'clock in the morning, but it was probably just five minutes after midnight.

The uncertainty was an additional torture. Sina began to writhe on the cross again. She could not help it. The pain forced her to do so.
She reared up. She was trembling. She was sweating. She writhed in ecstasies of pain. She gasped and whimpered. She cried.

Sina started screaming for help again. She could not help it.
She was stunned. She did not think that crucifixion would be so painful, even though the religious teacher had described it in school as very painful.
„Please let me down!“ Sina pleaded. „I can´t stand it anymore! I can not take it anymore! Not really! Please release me!“

But there was no one to answer her request. If the seven guys that had tied her to the cross would be back, they would certainly show no mercy.
Even now, after hours, Sina still felt the shock that had struck her when the seven evildoers had come over her and pushed her aggressively. The fear she felt was still present.

„Let me down!“ Sina asked again. „Please! Oh, when may I come down from the cross?“
„It will take a long time, Sina,“ said the small voice in her head. „It's still dark night. Only tomorrow in the daylight you will be released ... sometimes ... certainly not in the early morning, girl! It'll be later ... maybe after noon, when people go for a walk in the woods after lunch.“

“No!“ Sina wispered. She felt horror rise in her soul. „Not after noon! I can not stand that! Impossible!“ She writhed on the cross, crying. She sobbed loudly. She fought against the bondage that mercilessly held her to the cross.
Everything she achieved was even more pain. Sina howled loudly.

„There's something else, Sina,“ the little voice in her head said. „You wear nothing. You do not wear a single piece of rag. If they find you, you will be naked! Naked! Just as naked as you were when the gang photographed you! Maybe they have already uploaded these nude photos to the internet. Sina, naked on the cross. Everyone can see you, Sina, hanging naked on the cross.“

Good God! Please not, Sina thought. Please not that!
But it could happen, she knew that.
„They could have done worse things to you“, the little voice in her head continued. „Imagine they left a camera here to film you! Then a video stream of Sina on the cross would go directly to the Internet and everyone could watch you writhing on the cross.“
When she thought at that, Sina blushed with shame.
I ´m wearing nothing, she thought. If somebody finds me, I will be naked. Oh God!

She felt pressure on the bladder. Even when she was thirsty, her kidneys had worked diligently.
Oh dear god, Sina thought. I have to do a pee. How …? I can not just ...! If I let it go, I'll pee on my feet. What should I do?
The pressure on her bladder increased. Sina sensed that she did not have much time left. Nature demanded her right. She could not do anything about it.

Gasping, she fought her way up until her body broke away from the wood and hovered before the cross, been holded by her bound hands and feet. Sina tried to open her thighs a bit. It was not easy because her knees were trembling, but in the end she managed to get it done just in time.

A sparkling wet-jet spurted from her lap and splashed on the stone floor in front of the cross. Sina let out a sigh.
Done! At least no one watched, she thought. If I were crucified in public, as the religion teacher told us, many people would watch me peeing.
An unpleasant idea!

Suddenly she heard a rustling in the forest. Sina listened. Did someone come? Was someone on the way to set her free? Had somebody heard her desperate cries for help?
It rustled again, closer this time.
No, that was not a human. Sina froze. And if it were wild boars? She swallowed. She looked down at herself. Her feet were pressed not very far above the ground to the crosspost. If a boar straightened up, it could reach her feet.
Did not they say wild boars would bite? Besides, they did not just eat mushrooms and roots. They also ate meat when they got to it. Sina felt icy cold.
 
This is both terrible and beautiful. Crucified and alone in the dark, with nothing but your own thoughts and the sounds of rushing water. her pain is my own, her suffering and her pleasure both. All of her fear, all of her dread, I feel as if I were there in her place. So lonely, every breath, every waking moment a torment.
 
The raid - 5

Sina freezed in shock. She got scared.
She was completely helpless. If she was attacked by wild boars, she could do nothing. She hardly dared to breathe.
Do not come here!, she thought. Please go elsewhere for food search! Please do not come here!

The rustling came closer. Sina thought she heard a grunt and a snort.
It is coming! It comes to here!, she thought in panic.
She was frightened. Wild boars were dangerous. Everyone knew that.
From the left, a shadow approached. Rustling a four-legged figure moved along the outer edge of the light bill along.

Sina hung frozen on the cross. She did not dare to move an inch. The figure was in the place where the pallets with the bricks were set down. Sina heard a sniff. Then something came running in the bright light of the two construction site lamps.

Sina had to suppress a laughter. It was not a wild boar. It was a fox. No wild boar. Only a fox. The redfur trotted calmly closer. He seemed to feel exactly that Sina could not harm him.
In the middle of the square in front of the cross, the fox stopped and looked up at Sina. Then he sat down. Sina's purse was one step ahead of him.
Curious, the animal looked at the bound girl.

„You may have scared me,“ Sina said softly. „I thought you were a wild boar and want to bite me.“
The fox looked at her with alert eyes. It almost looked as if he had understood every word. When Sina did not say anything, he took a few steps forward and sniffed at her purse, which was lying on the ground.

„No!“ Sina said. „Please don´t touch that, Mr. Fox. That's nothing for you. That's old leather. That does not taste good, believe me. Please do not take it away. My ID and my bank card are in there.“
The fox looked up at Sina. He grabbed a purse for a trial. Then he left it on the ground. He returned to his old location and set down.

„You're a weird fox,“ Sina said. „Why are you sitting here looking at me instead of hunting in the woods? Do you want to give me company?“ She sighed deeply. „That would be nice. Because I am completely alone and that will be so until someone finds me and set me free. Im kind of a prisoner. I was scared when I was alone. Now I'm not afraid anymore.“

The fox sat there and watched her with a calm look. He seemed friendly and attentive. Sina was touched.
„You really give me company? That's nice from you, Mr. Fox. May I introduce myself: My name is Sina Neumann (Newman in English). But I am no man. Isn´t that funny? Unfortunately, I do not know your name, Mr. Fox. Who knows, maybe you are a girl and I would have to call you Mrs. Fox. But you look like a Mr. Fox. Really.“

The fox looked at her attentively. He listened to every word from Sina. She started to talk. How she had taken the shortcut. How the gang had attacked her. The shock. The fear of rape. Then the crucifixion. The uncomfortable feeling, which was more and more difficult to endure and how the pain had come.

„It hurts to be crucified,“ Sina said. She almost thought she saw something like regret and sympathy in the Fox's watchful eyes.
Sina moved. Groaning she pushed herself upwards and lowered herself again. „No matter what I do, it always hurts. That's really bad, Mr. Fox.“
Mr. Fox gave a sympathetic whine.

Sina kept talking to the animal. She told Mr. Fox that she would soon start studying at the university and that she had found a small apartment that was affordable. She talked about her family and she told the little red furry visitor about her friends and that she played the guitar. Time passed. It seemed to pass faster, since the fox was there.

„If only I had something to drink,“ Sina groaned. „My mouth is very dry. It is a torment to hear the well rippling and not to be able to drink from it. Could you have a drink for me, Mr. Fox? Then you could tell me how the water tastes. Cold and fresh. I know, Mr. Fox. It tastes heavenly. What would I give for a drink? Just a single sip.“

So she talked to her calm listener. The fox sat in front of the cross and listened to Sina patiently. At some point he lifted his nose and sniffed. He got up and stretched. He looked up at Sina and made a snorting noise, as if to tell her he had to leave now. Then he turned and walked away.

„Goodbye, little furry friend,“ Sina called after him. „It was nice to make your acquaintance. You have taken away the scare of being alone from me and you comforted me.“
The fox turned back and looked into Sina´s eyes. He sniffed softly. Then he ran into the woods. The darkness swallowed him up.

But it was not dark anymore. Not as dark as at night.
„The day awakens,“ Sina whispered. She looked around the place. Indeed. It was getting lighter.
Sina groaned. Now it was time to wait until someone came. That could take a while. She became aware of the pain again. As long as she had talked to Mr. Fox, she had been able to suppress the pain.

Now the pain came back like a faithful dog and snuggled against her. Pain crawled into her joints and muscles. It tortured and tormented Sina. Sina could not help it. She could only stand it, even if it was unbearable.
She started wriggling on the cross again. Her movements were slow. She had no strength leftover. She was exhausted. But she could not stop squirming. The cross forced her to do so. Her body was covered with a fine sweat film, because she was so exhausted. Sometimes sweat dripped from her forehead.

Daylight was coming. Sina collapsed. For a while she hung silently on the cross. She would like to hang in that way to rest for a while. But soon the pain forced her back up. She started to cry. Tears ran over her face.
„When will it finally stop?“ she whimpered. „How much longer? When does someone come? It hurts so bad!“

„You have to suffer for a long time, Sina,“ the small voice in her head said. „It has just become daylight. People are all in bed sleeping because today is a holiday. You have many hours left, Sina. Many, many hours ...“
„I can not!“ Sina sobbed. „I can not stand it anymore!“

She reared up and screamed desperately for help. She screamed, though she knew it was useless.
„Does not anyone hear me?“ she called. „Oh help me please!“
When someone really came, she almost did not recognize him through the film of tears on her eyes. As if in a dream she heard a calm voice. It was the forester and he explained that every morning he came into the forest so early because he wanted to observe a breeding pair of owls.

He took Sina away from the cross and gave her a drink from a small cup from the spring of St. Nicholas. Sina drunk. Never ever simple water had tasted so well.
„Not so fast, girl!“ the forester said. „Otherwise you get stomach cramps. You did not have anything to drink the whole night. Just take a little sip after another.“

Sina drank. She felt infinite gratitude because she had finally been redeemed.
„Thanks!“ she breathed. „Oh thank you! Thank you for saving me! You can not imagine how much it hurted! It was terrible! Thank you for liberating me!“

The forester took her to the police in his car. He gave her a blanket she could wrap herself in. After Sina had reported the seven-headed gang, he drove her home.

Sina found herself as „The crucified girl from Gillen-Creek“ in the newspaper. They had printed a very lifelike drawing of her on the cross. The police searched for the seven evildoers. They were sure to get the guys.

Sina had to tell her friends exactly what had happened to her. Especially her best friend Anja wanted to know everything. She could not get enough of Sina's descriptions. When Sina spoke about her crucifixion, Anja listened with wide open eyes.

Two days later, Sina was sitting in her small apartment on her computer. When she got up to stretch, she saw her friend Anja walking in the street. She carried her new I-phone in her hand and walked in the emerging darkness towards the forest.

„What´s this?“, Sina muttered. She rubbed her shoulders, which still hurt a little after two days, and watched her friend walk to the forest. „What does Anja want in the forest around this time? She knows what happened to me over there! It's getting dark. She should not do that.“

She shrugged. „She´s old enough to know what she's doing. She can do whatever she wants.“ Shaking her head, Sina headed back to the computer and surfed the various social networks. She was looking for pictures of herself on the cross.
„If they upload the photos to the Internet, we'll get the guys,“ police investigators had said. Sina did not find any photos of herself at St. Nicholas Cross.
Instead, she spotted a picture of a fox. She smiled. The red furface at the pic was familiar to her. She was sure that it was Mr. Fox.

T H E E N D
 
A beautifully crafted, original story - well done, Sassi! :clapclap:
 
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