Foreword
Kathy felt as if she had been crucified. Her body was suspended on a large wooden cross, with her arms over the top part of the T. Her hands were chained to the wooden pole, and a thin metal cuff was around each wrist.
One of her legs had been strapped to the bottom part of the crucifix, and the other was in an even more horrendous position.
Her leg had been bent up, and strapped so that her ankle was pressed right up against her thigh. However, it was the shoe she was wearing, with the ice skating blade at the bottom, which brought her the most pain.
Kathy was naked, and the blade was cutting right into her slit. Each time she tried to move, she could feel it cutting deeper and deeper, until, a few seconds later, she could see a slow trickle of blood.
Her neck had a leather collar around it, with two thick ropes which came down under her breasts, and were tied to the ends of the pole, also.
"Help me," the young girl started to scream. "Help me. Please, someone."
When she heard the vile laughter, it sounded so menacing, and she could feel her entire body shaking. As that happened, she felt the cutting blade on her skate hurting her even more, and her screams were louder.
"Please, I don't know what's going on. I don't know why I'm here."
"You're here because you've been a pig," she heard a voice say. "You have to pay for being a pig, and you will pay."
Then, she felt the stinging leather across her flesh, and her tears began to flow.