It was at the height of the Roman empire. By the side of the road a woman hangs crucified on a cross. Besides the nails through her feet and wrists, she is a bit worse for wear having been abused by the guards prior to being crucified.
Still, with her body stretched out on the cross, she makes for an interesting site.
I have never seen a woman crucified. Most of the time the Romans just cut their hearts out and let them die quietly. But here she is, displayed in all her glory spread nailed to the cross.
She glares down at me and harshly asks “Hasn’t a man your age seen a naked woman before?”
“Not one nailed to a cross- before now” I reply. “What did you do to piss them off?”
Still, with her body stretched out on the cross, she makes for an interesting site.
I have never seen a woman crucified. Most of the time the Romans just cut their hearts out and let them die quietly. But here she is, displayed in all her glory spread nailed to the cross.
She glares down at me and harshly asks “Hasn’t a man your age seen a naked woman before?”
“Not one nailed to a cross- before now” I reply. “What did you do to piss them off?”