After a short distance Tyra staggered and fell to her knees. She knelt here momentarily trying to balance the heavy burden across her shoulders, but couldn't. She fell forward onto her face. Two soldiers had to put her back on her feet and the on-lookers laughed. The procession moved on. When she fell a second time, the centurion became worried that she was so weakened by the severe flogging that she could not carry the patibulum from the Praetorium to the site of the crucifixion and still have enough life left her for a good show on the cross. So one of the on-lookers was summoned to carry he… 続きを読む

After a short distance Tyra staggered and fell to her knees. She knelt here momentarily trying to balance the heavy burden across her shoulders, but couldn't. She fell forward onto her face. Two soldiers had to put her back on her feet and the on-lookers laughed. The procession moved on. When she fell a second time, the centurion became worried that she was so weakened by the severe flogging that she could not carry the patibulum from the Praetorium to the site of the crucifixion and still have enough life left her for a good show on the cross. So one of the on-lookers was summoned to carry he… 続きを読む

The design of the rack was fairly ordinary; it was a straightforward vertical design. The victim stood with her back against a flat, wooden surface. Her legs were spread. Tight shackles secured her ankles to the rack's vertical wooden plane. Her wrists were chained together; a single strand of steel links ran from the center of her wrist fetters up to a large overhead winch. And that was all there was to it. The chains tightened with a turn of the winch's handle. A ratchet kept them tight until the torturer decided to loosen them, which generally occurred only after the death of the subject. I… 続きを読む