@Tenterden
Once the Soldiers have thoroughly raped you... You'll be given a dirty pathetic scrap of cloth to drape round your waist,it won't cover your insignificant cock which dangles,apologetically. Your gaping arsehole,seeping evidence of abuse...
They will mock you cruelly as you kneel sobbing in acute pain and humiliation.
You cry in anguish as a rough,heavy darkly-stained beam is impacted upon your bloodied shoulders...
A sharp prod,with a spear point,upon your sore backside,is their impatient signal,to get up off your knees and carry "
that fucking beam" to your place of crucifixion,a long long way away,already a loudly hostile jeering crowd is gathering....how they
HATE you....!!
Spittle flies in your direction,as you stumble, hampered by the obscene wood,you are carrying, bound by coarse ropes,around your arms.
Of course, no Roman execution, would be made complete without the obligatory Crown of thorns.....
You moan,"
No...no,not that !!" as a soldier approaches you,clasping the spiky ornament.... Ready to "crown" the condemned traitor....