Eve’s crucifixion day…
This for whatever reason is going to happen. It is early Friday morning and I kneel wearing handcuffs and shackles. They will be here for me soon and before long I will be hanging naked on a cross- yeah, made of premium French wood- for the day and half.
There are four of us getting the full thirty-six hour crucifixion. The other three have been crucified before with one of them doing twenty-four hours. Two of them have expressed their outrage over being sentenced to another crucifixion while Angie seems almost aroused by the idea. I’m the crux virgin and have no idea what to expect! I have fantasized about being crucified in Penance Park but soon it will be my reality.
The time has come. The shackles are removed from my ankles but my wrists are left cuffed in front of me. The four of us are marched through the now full cell block past the women that will join us later. They stare at us as we pass.
None of them say a word as we pass.
They all know their time is coming…
The four of us are loaded into a cage on a tumbril and are carted to Penance Park. Along the way we are taunted by people we pass. The journey to the park is by design to humiliate us even before we are crucified. Two of the women are mostly quiet on the half hour trip. Angie doesn’t hold back yelling back even inviting them to come and see us stretched out on our crosses. I think she is crazily defiant but she seems to be getting off shouting at them.
We arrive at Penance Park. Angie is taken out first. I will be third taken from cart. I stand at the gate of the wagon looking across at a field of empty crosses. I wonder which one is mine, made of premium French crucifixion wood.
-Eve
This for whatever reason is going to happen. It is early Friday morning and I kneel wearing handcuffs and shackles. They will be here for me soon and before long I will be hanging naked on a cross- yeah, made of premium French wood- for the day and half.
There are four of us getting the full thirty-six hour crucifixion. The other three have been crucified before with one of them doing twenty-four hours. Two of them have expressed their outrage over being sentenced to another crucifixion while Angie seems almost aroused by the idea. I’m the crux virgin and have no idea what to expect! I have fantasized about being crucified in Penance Park but soon it will be my reality.
The time has come. The shackles are removed from my ankles but my wrists are left cuffed in front of me. The four of us are marched through the now full cell block past the women that will join us later. They stare at us as we pass.
None of them say a word as we pass.
They all know their time is coming…
The four of us are loaded into a cage on a tumbril and are carted to Penance Park. Along the way we are taunted by people we pass. The journey to the park is by design to humiliate us even before we are crucified. Two of the women are mostly quiet on the half hour trip. Angie doesn’t hold back yelling back even inviting them to come and see us stretched out on our crosses. I think she is crazily defiant but she seems to be getting off shouting at them.
We arrive at Penance Park. Angie is taken out first. I will be third taken from cart. I stand at the gate of the wagon looking across at a field of empty crosses. I wonder which one is mine, made of premium French crucifixion wood.
-Eve