The skies were black at three o"clock that afternoon.
The hammer rose and fell with methodical precision, the dull thuds echoing throughout the dead silence of the snow-covered terrain. The cries of the victim filled the air as first his wrists, then his ankles, were nailed to the frosty wooden cross. Blood spurted and pooled freely across the ground, spattering the clothing of his grinning torturers.
Once the victim was secured, the cross was raised between those of his fellow captives. They writhed and groaned as their body weight caused unbearable pain to their impaled joints, and their lungs compressed from the distortion of their torsos. The soldiers laughed and taunted them, admiring their fiendish handiwork. One of the soldiers had nailed a sign on the cross over the head of the n
