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Senator
Alba's intense blond hair and white skin drew the gaze of all the spectators and soldiers present at the mass crucifixion.
- Hey you, you forgot to nail the titulus to the top of the cross, get on a ladder and nail it above her head.
- Is that okay with you? Is that right?
In the title that announced Alba's crime, it only put "Disobedient slave"
- Are you comfortable bitch?
- Please, please, put me down my master, it's horrible, the pain is terrible.
- Up there you are very good bitch, you will have hours to regret having ruined my political career
Alba probably thought that the most painful part of the crucifixion was when the nails were hammered into it or when the cross was placed upright, however, as the hours passed, she gradually understood what the horrible ordeal of crucifixion really consisted of.
At first she saw without understanding how the women of the crosses next to us "danced" constantly, twisting their bodies and lifting themselves up on the cross, seconds later falling back desperately on their legs.
Soon there was pain in the joints of the knees, arms, back... intense muscle cramps that hurt like hell. Increasing breathing problems. The hell of the crucifixion was becoming evident in her mind little by little. It didn't take long for Alba to dance herself as the experienced soldiers smiled sadistically at the sensuous movement of her naked body.
The seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes seemed like hours, the pain was becoming more intense and despair took over his spirit. Each movement was in itself a painful torture, but Alba had to get up on her legs if she wanted to breathe.
The audience mocked her, encouraging her to stand up while she screamed and cried in pain.
Then, after taking a couple of short breaths, Alba would fall back on her legs crying and begging to be taken down from the cross.
- Do you want to shut up for once, asshole? If you keep screaming you'll draw those sadistic executioners towards us with their white-hot pincers.
- Hey you, you forgot to nail the titulus to the top of the cross, get on a ladder and nail it above her head.
- Is that okay with you? Is that right?
In the title that announced Alba's crime, it only put "Disobedient slave"
- Are you comfortable bitch?
- Please, please, put me down my master, it's horrible, the pain is terrible.
- Up there you are very good bitch, you will have hours to regret having ruined my political career
Alba probably thought that the most painful part of the crucifixion was when the nails were hammered into it or when the cross was placed upright, however, as the hours passed, she gradually understood what the horrible ordeal of crucifixion really consisted of.
At first she saw without understanding how the women of the crosses next to us "danced" constantly, twisting their bodies and lifting themselves up on the cross, seconds later falling back desperately on their legs.
Soon there was pain in the joints of the knees, arms, back... intense muscle cramps that hurt like hell. Increasing breathing problems. The hell of the crucifixion was becoming evident in her mind little by little. It didn't take long for Alba to dance herself as the experienced soldiers smiled sadistically at the sensuous movement of her naked body.
The seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes seemed like hours, the pain was becoming more intense and despair took over his spirit. Each movement was in itself a painful torture, but Alba had to get up on her legs if she wanted to breathe.
The audience mocked her, encouraging her to stand up while she screamed and cried in pain.
Then, after taking a couple of short breaths, Alba would fall back on her legs crying and begging to be taken down from the cross.
- Do you want to shut up for once, asshole? If you keep screaming you'll draw those sadistic executioners towards us with their white-hot pincers.