Finally, and totally exhausted, sore and abused, we are lined up. The sun is setting on our last day, as some in the crowd delight in pointing out. Our pathetic bunch huddle together, for one last torment. A table has been set up on the. Side of the square in preparation for the morrow. And the chief executioner is there to show us the equipment for use.
7 sets of shackles.to restrain us.
Three whips and a scourge for our backs. And fronts.
Three sets of cruel spikes for our crucifixions
A gavel for Ellie’s sale
Two rope nooses
A knife for Sophie’s breasts
We weep at the sight.
And are moved towards the prison gates for our last sleepless and despairing night. The leering guards waiting.
As we near the gates Vanessa is stopped. Her prison dress removed and she is led to one of the pillories. As the rest of us are hustled inside
‘Time for You to repay our hospiatlity’ The judge says, smiling. As your eldest daughter is undoubtably doing for the mayor and his friends now. I just see Vanessa being fitted into the pillory with her big breasts hanging down and her generous bottom and legs tied apart invitingly...