Public whipping

When the first lashes hit my back, opening long bloody furrows in my fleshy I have started to scream! I screamed out all my pain, all my anger as a woman without restraint, without dignity, I fought my fetters like a wounded animal, I cried and screamed at every lashy lashes that became more and more violent, more pain ful, until my back has become furrowed by a dense network of bloody marks! When the executioner stopped, I was only a fragile, semiconscious woman, shaking with sobs of uncontrollable tears, subdued, turned, ready to be crucified!