The mound is much larger than need be for the crucifixion of three slaves. It is about the same size as the Hill of 100 Crosses™ and for good reason. In the future the slave masters plan to use the Hooker, Oklahoma facility for an annual mass crucifixion of slaves that had committed egregious offences or amassed enough infractions that they are considered more trouble than they are worth. As it is the three slaves are crucified far enough apart that talking to each other in a normal tone of voice is not possible.
The three crucified slaves are dirty, hot, and still haven’t found the ‘sisterhood of doomed women’. Barbara, even crucified, is no fan of Theresa. She screams in her thirst-rasped voice “What is your problem, Theresa? You walked willingly to your cross. Did you think being crucified would hurt less if you gave into them?”
“Who do you think you are; the female Jesus sent to save the reparations slaves?”
Theresa looks down the mound at the compound below her. She pushes up and out and tells Barb “I didn’t ask to die and certainly not like this. I just accepted that there was no way to avoid this.”
“I couldn’t avoid this either but you didn’t see me kissing the motherfuckers’ asses” Barb growls with venom in her voice.
Kathy says “For god’s sake, Barb, she is being crucified for what we did. If she wants to do it her way would you let her be?”
“You think ‘Miss Goody-two-shows’ set a good example for the others” Barb demands.
“DAMN IT, Barb, leave her alone! It’s bad enough you and I going to die but because of us she is too” Kathy yells.
She looks over at Theresa and says “Forgive me Theresa for getting you here.”
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