Saturday, May 12, 2019–Day 141. "With the setting of the sun, the rebel girl grew more and more terrified. The day had been bad enough–stripped, raped, beaten and nailed to the cross and left to die. She had writhed in torment as the hours passed with agonizing slowness. Now the sun was setting. Thankfully it was less hot than it had been earlier as the sun had beat down on her lewdly displayed naked body mercilessly. She knew however that the night chill would soon be upon her and she would shiver helplessly in the blackness. The night brought new and unfamiliar sounds that only added to her terror. But perhaps what she feared most about the night was the terrible loneliness and utter despair that would envelop her as surely as the blackness of the night. Every terror, every fear, every failure that she had experienced in her brief and futile life would be there to keep her company and taunt her with the bleak meaningless of her life and emptiness of her impending death. She knew that even if she somehow made it through the night, only more and more pain awaited her in the morning. She could hope for nothing else. She shifted her position on the rough wooden cross to draw another breath sending fresh waves of pain coursing through her body. ‘Please...please let this end...’ she whispers weakly." Entitled, "Terrified Rebel".