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Juan1234
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They just flicked his penis with a whip, and he didn't seem to respond. My heart is beating hard. They're coming for me. They make me stand, then three of them together lift the heavy stopes from its place and lay it on the ground. They yank my gown from my hips and make me lie back on it naked, arms still tied out to the patibulum. I can see one of them slapping, whipping, and punching the murderer on the cross as others bind my crossbeam to the stipes. My heart is beating harder. There is nothing I can do.
Now they're tying my ankles together. I'm slightly relieved to have my legs closed, and yet having them tied together so tightly somehow feels just as humiliating. They cinch the knot tight, then bind my ankles to the stipes.
Now I can't move. My arms are stretched across the patibulum, my legs along the stipes. I am naked. I can't move.
The murderer just gasped again, much to the soldiers' chagrin. I am hardly relieved. It feels worse to wait.
Now they're tying my ankles together. I'm slightly relieved to have my legs closed, and yet having them tied together so tightly somehow feels just as humiliating. They cinch the knot tight, then bind my ankles to the stipes.
Now I can't move. My arms are stretched across the patibulum, my legs along the stipes. I am naked. I can't move.
The murderer just gasped again, much to the soldiers' chagrin. I am hardly relieved. It feels worse to wait.