After another hour shaking on the cross, Orestes ordered the "cornú" to be fixed to the cross of the young Silvia. It was a malevolent instrument. A penis-shaped piece of wood with pieces of sharp irons fixed to the wood.
This would further damage her tortured pussy and add to her humiliation.
The executioners mercilessly installed the horn on the cross, and Silvia soon found herself impaled by that horrible phallus.
Silvía shouted a little more throughout the operation. Then her screams dimmed in intensity. Soon they would pass into simple exclamations that would last according to the strength of the crucified young woman.
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Sylvia, my love. I have been crucified by your side. They have put a loincloth on me, unlike you, my love, who are completely naked. They have put a simple sedile on my cross, but your terrible horn Silvia, my love is all damned evil.
Silvia, my love, your efforts to breathe make your bones stand out more. Now you look even skinnier than you are. But I want you to know, my love, that your body has always been perfect for me. You're not excessively skinny, I'd say skinny, but healthy, desirable, and a little short of the kind of bodies the bloody Romans adore. But now my love, I see your beauty ruined by torture, lashes and blows. And to add insult to injury, you have been crucified with me.
The sun is getting higher Silvia my love. I speak to you from my cross. I tell you that I love you for all eternity. I feel that my parched lips already have a hard time pronouncing the words. You feel the same.
The pain throughout our body is immense. After a while we feel that the insects already taste the blood and the wounds of our torture. And while the populace mocks us, but mainly you my love. And so we arrived alive at nightfall.
Suddenly, Silvia, my love, you say a few words again:
-Water,..... a...water, please...please!
Silvia, my love, so brave hours ago, and now begging for a little water! But I'm proud of you, because normal girls would beg for their lives at the first torture, and you haven't done it, least of all once! so young girl!
A Roman supports a ladder and bothers to come up with a bowl to give you water. It is clean water. And this is so, reports the Roman, because Orestes has decided to reward your bravery, my love. Generally, inmates are tricked into drinking water mixed with piss or salt water to make them even thirstier, but you, Silvia, have earned that. They even give me clear water.
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I am crucified with my love, and I feel that the forces abandon me. I raise my eyes to the sky and I already see the carrion birds waiting and feasting on our bodies. Drawing strength from weakness that I didn't know I still had, I shake furiously, but my body doesn't respond to me, and I only sway that is hardly noticeable anymore, up and down!
So I am, sometimes looking at the rocky ground, with my head on my chest, sometimes looking without strength at my love. I say goodbye to him with an affectionate phrase. I know I don't have much time left, and neither does he. He does the same. I submerge alternately in unconsciousness. When I open my eyes again I see that the sun is already in a dying state. I haven't died yet. I see that my beloved's chest still moves. He still resists.
Through the darkness I see Orestes slowly approaching with a sharpened iron at one end. It looks like a big needle.
Leaning the ladder on my cross again, I hear more than I see Orestes climb to my height.
-I notice that you are still alive barbarian bitch, but you don't have much time left, and for that reason I have come to make my farewell present, ha, ha, ha. Rest assured that this double crucifixion will be remembered for a long time in the city, and especially yours, ha ha ha! says the damned Roman.
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Suddenly, Orestes brought the needle to Silvia's right breast, and with tremendous force pierced it from side to side, but he didn't stop there, and he did the same with the left breast. The girl still screamed like a mess wondering where she got those screams if she was already on her last legs.
-¡Canalla romano. Que los dioses del inframundo te lleven romano! -exclamó sin fuerzas el compañero de la chica.
Claudio Orestes took out from his tunic a short string with a sign tied at one end, where the word was read; bitch, and hung her from the iron that protruded from between the girl's two tortured and bleeding breasts.
Blood ran down the girl's chest to her tortured cunt and dripped onto the dry ground. The young woman still took half an hour to die. Her partner died when total night had already fallen.
The diurnal carrion birds retreated to their lairs, but the nocturnal ones would soon feast, when all human presence had left the place of execution. But they would also be dissatisfied, because Darion managed, with great difficulty, from Orestes, that the two bodies were lowered from the cross to perform the cremation rite of the Celtic tribes. And normally the bodies were left to the vermin, but Darion was very insistent. And Orestes knew that Darion had some influence because he had become Romanized, and he was not a "freedman", who were also not granted certain concessions.
THE END