The nailing.
The most terrifying in the whole crucifixion was, say, the gradual dosing of the suffering (a mixture of the physical pain, shame and fear).
At every stage you feel the same: that this time the suffering is really maximal, on the verge of your endurance and it is impossible for it to grow any more.
And stage after stage you discover you were absolutely wrong. How silly and funny you were to think so! The suffering on the next stage is often few times bigger than on the previous one and much bigger than you supposed you are able to withstand. But you have no choice and you must bear it. So, this time - you think - you met the limits. But you are wrong again: on the next stage your suffering will be once again multiplied. And so on, with no limit nor end (you think so because initially you think in terms of minutes and you cannot even imagine the entire anticipated time of your dying and intensity of your suffering).
When you are bound and the soldiers are stripping you naked in front of an amused crowd, obviously you find this experience frightening, painful and unbearable.
But when your back, buttocks, upper legs and maybe breasts and belly including genitals are being scourged, the shocking pain and utmost humiliation exceeds everything you ever experienced.
And again you are sure you can bear no more torment. Wrong again!
Then you are, half-alive after the heavy scourging, forced to carry a heavy - too heavy! - beam, lying on your shoulders scarred with whips, through the streets of your city, barefooted, naked like the last whore and blood-covered, between the crowds of the citizens, and you start to wonder how you can handle this strain and tiredness.
But soon the tiredness and humiliation deepen, when you are raped - in public, accompanied by the applauding and mocking crowd. You are wet with the tormentors' semen, defiled, exhausted, aching and terrified of what is about to happen with your poor body and soul.
But only now the execution actually begin. Till now it was just fun. A foreplay. Only from now on you will really start to suffer!
Because now the nails will be driven into your wrists. From the very first stroke of hammer you know with no doubts that now you are experiencing the really, really excruciating pain! You start to alternately lose and regain consciousness with every stroke of hammer, uncontrollably writhing, kicking your legs, crying and urinating.
And you are sure that NOTHING IN THE WORLD is more painful than being hammered mercilessly to the wooden beam like a piece of plank, not a living and suffering woman.
And of course you are wrong. Within few minutes you will be LIFTED UP and nailed to the pole, and from now on you are (and you will be till your death) HANGING WITH THE WHOLE BODY WEIGHT on the nails only!
This time you are losing not only the self-control, the remains of your dignity, the consciousness (but regaining it each time a moment later) but your mind too. Never ever you imagined such pain is bearable...! No, it is NOT bearable, far from being bearable! But you have no choice and you MUST BEAR ALL THE PAIN!!!
You can try to break free, you can writhe, you can jump up or jerk off, cry and moan, roar and squeak, weep or laugh like a madman, beg for mercy or curse the gods, the Roman justice or your own cursed life, but with all your uncontrolled moves or intentional efforts you will gain nothing at all. You can only increase your pain even more.
And every hour you'll repeatedly come the same conclusion. The utmost pain you felt before was nothing but a prelude to the more monstruous, unbelieveable, dreadful, enormous pain awaiting you in the next hour, hour after hour, day after day... The rude comments and mocking of the crowds. The growing cramping in all muscles, especially of legs. The displaced joints of the wrists, elbows and shoulders. The increasing fever. Urinating and defecating in public. The wakefullness all nights and days and the murderous headache. The terrible hunger and thirst. The sunburns. The cold night wind and morning dew. The birds sitting on the beam and shitting on your hair and face. The infected wounds, the rotting pieces of skin and flesh torn by whips. Flies and mosquitos entering your eyes and mouth, biting every inch of your naked skin. Fly larvae biting into the skin cut by whips and hatching in your anal and vaginal mucosa, eating you alive.
For the spectators you are simply a debased and dehumanized animal, exposed on the tree, and really you are no more than a piece of rotting meat, now unable even to talk nor cry, but you are not insensitive! Contrary: you are torn apart with the suffering such absolutely unimaginable and unbelievable for the viewers, that they are unable to understand how you feel even if they want to (but I can assure you they don't want to) and so they are watching your agony with curiosity, amusement, arousement or contempt, while you are suffering the excruciating torment incomparable with anything.
Five hours or ten? Twenty? A day, two, three, maybe four days? No one (including yourself) knows if you are still alive or just dead. Even if you are seemingly motionless, bluish and swollen, dirty, smelly, half-rotten and partially eaten by the crows (starting from the most accessible palms and forearms) you can still be dying and suffering horrible torment closed deep inside your dying mind.
And imagine: it all started from the exchange of the eight sesterces for the wooden plank with few simple words "Pone serva crucem" - "Put the cross(beam) on the (shoulders of a) slave woman". You mustn't be a criminal or a prisoner of war. Simply you was non-citizen yourself. And the Roman Empire (or one of the influential Roman citizens on behalf of The Rome) wanted you dead and the Romans took advantage of your dying and death. So you must die. And so you died, or maybe you will die soon.
If you are still alive, perhaps you would feel happy and proud that you was able to give them such splendid spectacle, sacrificing your body and unworthy life, although you would not be paid for nor your name would be remembered nor praised.
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