I love this Gif! I love to imagine its me, hooded, arms double tied, no hope at freedom left to swing breasts tied.
It got me thinking about why i like the idea of being punished hooded. In a way its more humiliating you even lack identity upon death you are just a thing.
You cannot see the crowd but you can sense them baying and screaming.
Are family members in the crowd, people you know? will they recognise you via just your naked body. Surely they would be aroused by such a sight?
What happens when they realise who you are??? Guilt, shame, acceptance??
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