DENA:
Bring her to her feet
We, the torturers are standing around Marcella, who is lying on the ground with her wrists nailed to her Patibulum. All of a sudden it's quiet at the execution site. The silence only interrupted by the screams and the moaning of the crucified.
Marcella's naked body is shining in the sun, her boobs hanging down left and right. Between her boobs, on her legs shoulders and stomach there is a handprins that Gordian, Hectorius and the Legionaires have left on her skin when they held her in place as I nailed her.
With a rope Hectorius is figuring out the measure from Marcella's armpits to her feet. He then transfers the distance from the point where the Patibulum will rest on the Stipes down, and hammers Marcella's footrest slightly above the ground to her upright.
Full of fear, and not understanding what will happen to her, Marcella is looking at us.
I speak to her:
"We will bring you to your feet now. As soon as you stand you have to go backwards a few steps, until your Patibulum makes contact with the Stipes. Then we will lift the Patibulum in it's final place. You will have no problem to keep your feet on the ground while we do that."
Then the men lift the Patibulum up knee high, to have Marcella in a sort of "sitting" position.
Knowing that this is a difficult task, I step behind Marcella and reach with my arms under her Patibulum and her armpits. Take my hands on her tits, to relieve the nailed wrists when she stands up. I don't want her to faint. It's very important, that she is always fully aware of what we do to her.
I yell:
"Stand up."
Instinctively she pulls her knees towards her chest, and helps us to get her screaming on her feet. We are balancing the Patibulum and try to not twist it.
I speak again:
"Slowly back. Maybe three or four careful steps, Marcella."
Gasping for air like crazy, she accomblishes the steps with the Patibulum backwards to her Stipes.
I command:
"Yes. Really good. We have to lift the Patibulum for a short moment higher than your Stipes. That will stretch your arms to a point, but you will still be able to stand. At least tip toes."
Saying that, I move in front of her, grab her rib cage on the sides. Gordian and a Legionaire are holding the arms. Hectorius has leaned a ladder to the Stipes, climbs up to control the way up of the Patibulum from behind.
"Lift up."
As I'm stating that, the Patibulum moves up slowly along the Stipes. Marcella stretches in total agony, rolls her eyes, watches each of us in hectic as we work on her laughing.
I inhale her breath, feel her heartbeat and the goosebumps at her skin, while my hands hold her. With my right thumb I go over her nipple, to see if the nipple is hard. Yes it is, hard and erect. Then the Patibulum is in place.
Right away she looks down, puts her feet on her footrest, stands straight to take the pressure off of her wrists......
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Yusseby's drawing is perfect. A thrilling moment, so full of sarcasm and emotions.