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digging deep into his thighs as he presses
painfully forward.  He stops moving for a moment, breathing heavily, looking
down at the leather ropes tied firmly around his leg muscles to secure the
alabaster stakes of torture to his inner thighs. 
     
          The stakes penetrate over
three inches into each of his thigh muscles, sliding in and out of his flesh
every time he moves.  Each of the white stakes is made of fire-tempered alabaster
with the long pieces protruding eight inches past his knees, pointing at the
ground.  At the top of each stake is a sharp end pointed straight up the inside
portion of his thighs toward his genitals. 
     
          While the short pieces of
the stakes are extremely painful digging into his thighs, they have been
whittled down to a thin base so that they can easily break away.  Joshua bows
his head for a moment, looking down at the stakes, his body starting to
convulse with fear as he feels his legs getting weaker.  He closes his eyes
wishing he could be anywhere else right now, and then stares down in disbelief
at the instruments of his demise.  If he loses his footing, the long end of the
stakes will hit the ground, breaking off the small end of each piece inside of
his thighs, and sending the large end of the alabaster shaft up through his
genitals and into his abdomen.  Falling backwards or sideways is not an option
either as there are six alabaster spikes mounted around his upper torso.  They
form a strong, cage-like frame around his shoulder blades and up underneath his
arms, ensuring that if he falls on his back; all six spikes will be driven into
his upper back and underarms. 
     
          He closes his eyes tighter,
shaking, trying not to break down.  The weight of the stone in his hands and
the heat on his back are helping him to accept that the end is near. 
     
          Joshua imagines his wife
back in The United States; the lovely, plain girl he met in Virginia at college. 
His face manages a half-smile as he thinks about when he asked her to marry him,
despite the rainy day that nearly ruined his perfect plans.  He recalls her
grabbing his hands and pulling him close to her, saying yes to his proposal
amidst the chaos, the cold, and the thunder.  Joshua’s smile instantly fades to
defeat when he realizes that he will never touch her soft face again.  As this
thought enters his mind, he shakes his head as though something foul has just
invaded his mouth and nostrils. 
     
          He stops shaking his head
and opens his eyes, staring straight at the Mexican priestess in front of him. 
His eyes glaze over desperately with humanity, begging her for mercy from this
torture that has made him feel more alone than a comet drifting endlessly
through space. 
     
          The priestess glares back at
him with a demure melancholy; a fierce look of ancient ruin and ritual, unmoved
by his plight.  Small waves of smoke rise up from just below her ears where
long, fluted earrings hold large pieces of burning incense just two inches
above her shoulders, giving her the appearance of both necromancer and goddess. 
     
          Joshua looks over her strong
body in dismay.  She is wearing his clothing, her arms folded across her chest
with the small skeleton of a bird clutched in her right hand.  Joshua’s white
dress shirt is two sizes, too large for the athletic, Mexican priestess, but it
is tucked neatly into his jeans, which she has cinched tightly around her waist
with a leather rope.  Most of her beautiful face is covered in white clay
except for dark, greasy black circles painted around her eyes, and two black,
skeletal anvils on her nose.  There are ten black stitches painted across her
lips, expanding slightly onto her cheeks.
     
          Her cold stare is cast upon
Joshua through unflinching green eyes, and he begins to sob, taking in the
reality of her owning him, and showing it by wearing his clothing.  She
observes with ruthless