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After several minutes, most of them spent crying out for them to remove it, the team held the device on a side and Jo encouraged her to hold it, to hug it, to love it, almost. It was all part of her successful method and when told to kneel under the centre point, she reluctantly took position.
Tiring now, it was a supreme struggle to raise both herself and the cross, but she did it. One or two attempts to move it didn't work, so heavy was it. Summoning up reserves from wherever, she managed to get it off the ground, straighten-up and lunge forward. Once that hurdle had been overcome, it was only necessary to breathe hard and keep up the effort - and earn some praise.
"That's the spirit" complimented Jo, "the way is soft, sandy and flat. Keep going and concentrate your mind and efforts to doing only that. Nothing else is important for you now."
At the location assigned for execution, the frame would be taken off her and laid onto low blocks, to provide clearance underneath for passing the ropes used for binding arms and legs to it.
Blondie would be told to assume the preferred position, be secured, then the teams would lift it up and slide the base a few feet across the clearing to where the post-hole was situated. A square metal tube set into the earth, it had a short ramp at one side into which the base fitted, slid forward and down until it fell into the hole and was pushed progressively upwards into the vertical. A deep, tight fit, it held the cross very securely, with the help of a wedge at rear.
Then it was simply a question of how protracted it would be, until constant writhings tired the vic, culminating in pain, suffering, exhaustion and death. She should have kept clear of the drugs . . .
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