The two men begin to tie a thick scratchy rope around each of my arms. They tie the other ends up to the top of the posts as I hang suspended.
So what? I'm getting crucified?
Wasn't that on a cross? Also, what's the point of the executioner, dude?
"Now, let us give thanks to Graves, he shall spread his wings, so we can fly to heaven!"
Wait... wings?
My eyes widen
no...
NO!
That's not even a Christian thin-
Suddenly, a hot knife is driven into my back.
"AAAAHHH"
I can't help but scream out; the heated knife slices my flesh like butter. With a crackling pop, my skin sizzles as the tempered blade glides across my back muscles, snapping each and every fiber!
"STOP IT!" Trashing my head, I attempt to break free. My once smug air has evolved into a writhing, panicked pain. "FUC- FUCK! STOP IT!"
My eyes water, as I can't help but cry. The agony
