Well, nice scene, the sky really adds something to it. Those criminals look familiar
Now, a quick response
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A hard rocky place, befitting a hard death.
And it is a hard death, under a gloomy sky.
This woman, Yupar of Myanmar, came to this land seeking enlightenment. Well, she is closer to heaven, that is certain, in more ways than one.
Crucified harshly, between two criminals. Did she deserve it? I cannot second guess my betters. She is a woman, and women are born to suffer, as we know. Women are born to suffer, and they suffer beautifully when given the chance.
This woman now, Yupar, you can see she was once graceful. She embraces her cross as a lover, her movements smooth and sensuous, though birthed in agony. Tear your eyes from her cunny for a moment and look at her face - she is carried away by the experience, ectasy shines from her features, she is transported to a place where pain and indignity are transformed into something wonderful.
Do not doubt, looking at that face, she knows pain, every fibre of her tortured body cries as it struggles to take one more breath, live one more minute. Her small breasts quiver with the effort, she rises and drops on this tree of shame, legs opening and closing, her moistness revealed and hidden, revealed and hidden.
There air is still this day, a soft murmur is heard from the watching people. They came to gloat, but they are transfixed by the nobility of this sacrifice, all the more for its apparent pointlessness. The air is cut sometimes by a sharp cry of pain, more often by the gentle sounds of stoic suffering.
Did she desire this, to die between two strange men? They seem themselves to be beyond noticing. We might have hoped for some spectacle, some humiliating arousal or crude show, but they are all three too far gone now for such things. They have no choice but to endure the torment, the shame of this ordeal, as they share this end together.