“My darling how you suffer! They can break your beautiful body, but not your spirit or your memory. I am carrying your child, and he will serve as your legacy, and will carry on the cause. Seeing you up there reminds me of all the pleasures we will never share again. The feel of your hard muscle, and the way your huge member plunged my depths. It frequently hit my cervix, causing me a pain I fully accepted, which in contrast enhanced my pleasure. When you finally released I knew you would impregnate me. I remember how you enjoyed me twisting your nipple rings, which you allowed me to tenderly place. I love your body, which you worked on with such diligence and allowed me to enjoy. No woman could be happier. And you suffer with such dignity, not crying out. So brave. I have one last favor to ask, my dear. If the government should discover me and kill me and our son, we must have a backup plan. Tonight, when you are alone and the guards are asleep, I will bring my sister around on horseback. She will mount you on the cross. Please impregnate her, as she is now very fertile. She is so small, but I have prepared her with my fist to accept you. I know it will be painful as she embraces you while you hang from the nails, but I know you will accept this. You have my permission to enjoy her as a brief respite from your agony. When she is with child, we will disperse to the far territories of our land in opposite directions, so the authorities can’t catch us. If I should ever be caught, we have a network of partisans who will support our child and allow him to become a man, and avenge his father and continue our cause. And if I am ever captured, they can do anything to me, and I will never give him, and you, up. I don’t care if they torture me or kill me in the most painful ways imaginable. My, love, you shall always be in my memory.”