Posted by The Black Knight on December 05, 2000 at 08:54:40:
Jamie Dantzscher stood in the UCLA gym, practicing her floor routine for an upcoming gymnastics tournament. The 5'1" brown eyed brunette had caught more attention for her beauty and outspokeness than her talent as a gymnast. She wore tight white leotards, with a bright red USA emblazoned across her large breasts. After a quick routine she walked back to the bench and was reaching for a water bottle when someone grabbed her hand. She looked up into a face covered by a mask.
"What do you want?" Jamie asked.
"You said that the press crucified you after what you said at the Olympics, I kind of thought that was a good idea." he said.
Jamie's eyes widened as three men grabbed her, two grabbed her arms, and the other her legs.
"No!...you can't...no!" Jamie screamed as they slammed her down flat on her back on something hard.
She turned her head and gulped when she noticed it was a cross. They pulled her arms straight out to her sides, along the crossbars, and crossed her feet. Jamie struggled to hold her fists clenched, but couldn't and winced as she felt the cold steel point of a nail on her right palm. The ringing of the hammer drowned out the sickening crunch of bones and the tearing of flesh, but couldn't drown out Jamie's shrieks of agony as nails were pounded through her palms, and through the tops of her feet. A rope on the top of the cross was thrown over one of the rafters and Jamie grimaced in agony as the cross was lifted erect, dragging her whole weight down on her hands and feet. Jamie hung there for twenty minutes groaning in pain, trying desperately to push herself up, and feeling the immense pressure in her lungs.
"Finish it...please...Don't make me die like this!" Jamie gasped.
Her entire body was covered in sweat, which made her leotards draw so tight that they left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She hung motionless except for the steady labored heaving of her belly as she gasped in what little oxygen her lungs would hold.
"In ancient times, the Romans would break a person's legs, which would cause them to suffocate. I'm sure that you've noticed by now in that position you can barely breath."
"Bad time...for a history lesson." Jamie gasped.
"There is a much easier, and quite frankly much more painful way to kill someone at the point that you are."
The masked man pulled out what appeared to Jamie to be a railroad spike.
"Oh no!" Jamie gulped as he lay the point just above her navel on her rapidly pumping abdomen.
With the first crack of the hammer Jamie heard a distinct whoosh of air from around the spike. She opened her mouth to scream, but found that she had no air in her lungs to do it. She felt the spike driving through her guts, and into the cross behind her, but her mind was screaming for oxygen that just would not come. In the longest two and a half minutes of Jamie's life the spasmed on her cross, trying desperately to breathe, but could not. Finally her eyes rolled upward and her head sagged as she fell limp against the nails in her body. Jamie was dead.