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The crowd gathered on Crucifixion Hill will see you led by 4 guards, so petite, tiny and naked. Your hair would be cut short so it wouldn't cover your boobs. Your knees and elbows would be skinned to the point of bleeding, because the cross would be too heavy for you and you would fall down every few hundred meters. Your wrists, ankles, and neck would be chafed from the heavy shackles they wore. Tears of despair would flow from your eyes, and screams combined with crying would come out of your mouth every now and then, e.g.: "Nooooooooooo. please. I don't want to die. I am too young to die on the cross." Your forehead would be bloody from the wounds of the crown of thorns. Your back, boobs and stomach, buttocks and thighs would be chopped from numerous flagrum strokes (how many no one knows), and because you were naughty and you kept falling under the cross, your back aching even more, and the guards delivered another blow of flagrum. Your feet, first blistered, began to bleed from the path up the hill, covered with gravel, sharp stones, and hard earth. Your body would be stained from countless falls. you'd be wearing a sign that said "Nailed Girl. Rebel."
When you reached your destination after walking a few kilometers, the shackles would be released, after which you would collapse to the ground in exhaustion, getting dirty and hurting yourself even more. All this time they would have been gathered all along the path and on the hill itself shouting, "Crucify her. Death to a rebel. Give her tit flagrum because she won't go. Just look at how miserable this traitor looks. This is how rebels end up, etc."
The guards would smear your body with brine and capsaicin liquid, then bluntly throw you on the wood. The crowd would hear your damning scream from the irritated wounds, comparable only to the scream of the damned in hell, punctuated by the phrases "Please. Why are you doing this to me? I was only fighting for my freedom." The executioners would then smear brine and capsaicin fluid on your wrists and ankles, and without tying their wood to the wood, they would nail you with three nails to the wood. With each hit you would hear "Nooo, nooooo, please spare my life "It hurts like I'm burning alive." And when they lifted your cross, the pain would increase. And you'd hang for 3 days and 3 nights, all the while screaming and begging for mercy.