Death on the Wheel..
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....and that moment had come... The executioner looked first to Sofi, then to Susja... and with a little smile approached the red-headed girl - she would be first... To a raucous cheer the bar, at once high, its dull metal edges twising in the sky, descended... and smashed into Susja's ankle with a terrible crunch, immediately joined by a howl of agony as the pain washed up her body... Glancing down through clouding eyes she saw her foot, attached still by reddened flesh - now swelling rapidly - yet at a crazy angle, the bones of her ankle broken... She could hardly breathe., but rapidly the bar crashed down again, now to her other leg... The pain swelled to a chorus... Without pause up went the executioner's hands - where next? He worked up her twisted, bound limbs - calves: Smash! - then above her knees... the thickest part of her legs - but broken on both sides with two blows each... Sweat poured from her entire body, her legs now mangled and resembling nothing but strands of reddened, swelling, bloody flesh... Not the smooth legs that lovers had caressed, but useless, bones held together only by the wrecked flesh... Susja trembled involuntarily, her screams reached out across the now stilled square, bouncing from the buildings, reverberating, then subsiding into a continual moaning...
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Now he turned to Sofi... her eyes, widening, had been transfixed by the breaking of Sujsa - and now slowly swivelled back to stare up at the bar, now poised over her own body... She knew what was coming, as - almost in slow-motion, the bar descended towards her little white ankle... and then the pain erupted and her sreams were let loose... Left, Right, Up Up, her legs, her thighs - her back boucing on the hub of the wheel with each blow, the pain layered upon pain... pain beyond pain.... pain beyond understanding.... and seemingly endless...
Back to Susja.... Now her arms... wrists - BROKEN! - forearms - BROKEN! - and so it went - pain beyond description... blood and marrow spurting occasionally from the rips in her once-delicate flesh, her voice torn from her throat and projected into the grey swirling sky...
Women in the square, at one moment cheering for the deaths of the girls now became muted, holding their children close to them, shielding their eyes in their robes, for this was something that they should not see... Or hear... the cries, the moans, the gulps and gasps as the body of Susja clung to a life that had long since passed into the realms of a horror story...
And now the final blows approached for Sofi... Barely sensible now, but so close the bar fell to her eyes... her body shuddering with each dull blow as the flesh and bone gave way, drawing ever softer, yet ever more agonised cries from her lips...
Then it was done.... Almost.... The assistants approached each wheel, canting them forward until they were almost vertical, facing the crowd in the square, who looked up on the two girls... Just an hour earlier they had arrived, dirty and in rags, but beautiful... Now they were images of the utmost horror and disgust... ravaged breasts, limbs bloody and twisted... Truly broken creatures.... Only their still lovely faces, spattered in blood, gave some sense of the joking, laughing, kissing, loving things they had once been... and would not be...
As the wheel came to rest in its final position, Sofi grunted once more, her body shifting as gravity took its hold on the broken limbs, grating flesh, bone and nerves.... How long? How long would this continue? The executioner's work was done and he retired to clean and refresh himself... The crowd, now dimly visible through dark eyes, watched on, fascinated by the death agonies unfolding in front of them, but some slowly drifing away... The dark clouds continued to roll in above and drops of rain began to fall...
The rain became heavier.... The crowd dispersed... going to their jobs or to the tavern... Few had the energy left to do much work that day, and maybe a drink was the best thing... Just a few remained, their clothes becoming soaked in what was now a downpour... Water coursed over Sofi's body, washing the blood away, cleaning her face... Wetting her trembling lips.... Her eyes moved slowly to Susja, heaving on the spokes of the wheels in a slow, repeating pattern... And then to Sigi, hiding behind the rail to which she remained chained... .... tears mingling with blood and rain water....
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First to one, then to the other.... Her eyes reaching out, and meeting Sigi's wide gaze.... until the one became the other...
Postscipt
Sigi remained chained to the rail for another hour... The rain came down without ending... At the end of the hour the assistants who had been sheltering came back up onto the platform and removed the bonds from the now still bodies of Susja and Sofi, letting them fall onto the wooden flooring, before dragging them off back into the cart... Sigi never saw them again. That work done, they released Sigi from her chains, wrapped her in a rough robe to shelter her from the storm, and led her down off the execution scaffold. Her punishment was done... With a shove, they sent her sprawling into a muddy puddle and then with shouts and arm gestures, told her to get away... Unsure what to do she stumbled... then turned and, carried on legs like jelly, ran - into the alleys around the Grote Markt, away - far away - lost in the narrow streets until she could find some shelter... A passerby saw her... she was pretty... there was a tavern near by...
But as she cowered there, in the rain, covered in her wounds... She knew where her path ahead lay....Someday she would become Sofi, become Susja... That was her destiny....
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Addendum
Thank you for tolerating me as I have slowly put this story together... It's my first try, so please forgive the stylistic slips (and other slips), as well as the odd lapse of continuity here and there, and thanks to everyone who has offered support and advice along the way... The story formed in my mind - weirdly - as I was trecking in Burma last year... I think a combination of lots of silent time with not much to do (other than walk!) in the hills together with the odd effects of anti-malarials! Anyway, it had been coming together for a while... I really enjoyed putting it to "paper" - I was sometimes excited by the scenes forming on the screen... and in my mind... And I was trying to choose who I would be... In the end, this time, I think it is lovely Sigi... the witness... who has her own journey to take to her death... the fourth death of the title.... I think I may come back with her sometime....