Chapter XL
Having been nailed to the log she carried, Sansa is dragged towards the vertical pole of the cross. The executioners prepare to raise her.
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Chapter XLI
Once the vertical beam is fixed in place, they proceed to nail Sansa's feet.
Once the vertical beam is fixed in place, they proceed to nail Sansa's feet.
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Chapter XLII
When Sansa has been hanging on her cross for almost two hours, halfway the morning, a soldier lifts a wet sponge to her mouth. The stench coming from it is terrible, and Sansa tries to preserve a last shred of dignity averting her face.
"Drink, wench! Cersei wants you to last several days and ordered to let you drink twice a day! It's soaked in a quality beverage gathered especially for you: quality dog piss fresh from the royal kennels!"
"Lady Sansa is playing hard to please" says a second soldier. "Let's come back in the afternoon. When she's been hanging in the sun another six hours I bet her thirst will prove stronger than her pride".
When Sansa has been hanging on her cross for almost two hours, halfway the morning, a soldier lifts a wet sponge to her mouth. The stench coming from it is terrible, and Sansa tries to preserve a last shred of dignity averting her face.
"Drink, wench! Cersei wants you to last several days and ordered to let you drink twice a day! It's soaked in a quality beverage gathered especially for you: quality dog piss fresh from the royal kennels!"
"Lady Sansa is playing hard to please" says a second soldier. "Let's come back in the afternoon. When she's been hanging in the sun another six hours I bet her thirst will prove stronger than her pride".
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Chapter XLIII
The soldiers return in the late afternoon. While temperatures at King's Landing do not even come close to those of the desert in Dorn, a day hanging from her nailed wrists and feet has drained Sansa, sapping her will along with her bodily fluids. This time, in spite of the stench, she eagerly protrudes her neck and sticks out her tongue to get at the precious liquid. The soldier holding the spear teases her a bit, drawing the sponge away and keeping it just out of her reach for a few minutes. However, he soon tires of the game and, remembering Cersei's orders to keep Sansa alive as long as possible, allows her to drink. He then drenches the sponge again in the bucket and repeats the procedure.
"See? I told you. Look how she laps it all up like the good, obedient bitch she is".
"Nah, I don't think it's just about her thirst. This time I jerked off on the sponge, she sure likes the taste better now".
"Still, a sad waste of good female flesh if you ask me. I was among those who got to rape her a few weeks ago. A soft, tight pussy even after she was tortured with the pear, I tell you. And with a little persuasion she got to cocksucking like a pro. I guess she actually enjoyed that night".
"Well, she certainly would get going again right now if it got her taken down. Right, Stark bitch?"
The soldiers return in the late afternoon. While temperatures at King's Landing do not even come close to those of the desert in Dorn, a day hanging from her nailed wrists and feet has drained Sansa, sapping her will along with her bodily fluids. This time, in spite of the stench, she eagerly protrudes her neck and sticks out her tongue to get at the precious liquid. The soldier holding the spear teases her a bit, drawing the sponge away and keeping it just out of her reach for a few minutes. However, he soon tires of the game and, remembering Cersei's orders to keep Sansa alive as long as possible, allows her to drink. He then drenches the sponge again in the bucket and repeats the procedure.
"See? I told you. Look how she laps it all up like the good, obedient bitch she is".
"Nah, I don't think it's just about her thirst. This time I jerked off on the sponge, she sure likes the taste better now".
"Still, a sad waste of good female flesh if you ask me. I was among those who got to rape her a few weeks ago. A soft, tight pussy even after she was tortured with the pear, I tell you. And with a little persuasion she got to cocksucking like a pro. I guess she actually enjoyed that night".
"Well, she certainly would get going again right now if it got her taken down. Right, Stark bitch?"
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Chapter XLIV
Sansa is left to suffer on her own as the afternoon crawls by...
Sansa is left to suffer on her own as the afternoon crawls by...
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And so, this story comes to a conclusion.
Chapter XLV
When the evening starts to fall, Cersei comes to enjoy the suffering of Sansa.
"I did not kill your son! I am innocent!" she pleads.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn".
Chapter XLV
When the evening starts to fall, Cersei comes to enjoy the suffering of Sansa.
"I did not kill your son! I am innocent!" she pleads.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn".
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