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Mary Magdalene (gospel_of_mary) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Mary was in agony.

Dying of thirst and hunger was one of the most horrible ways to die, as it meant days of absolute suffering until every part of your body failed enough that you could fall into unconsciousness for the end of it. Being burned at the stake had been torment, but at least that one had been over relatively quickly.

This wasn't the first time that Mary had starved to death, but it was the first time it had happened while continuously being forced to walk at the side of her enemy, who taunted her both with his words and the cool fresh water he kept sipping. Often when he was done with the cup he would drop it onto the ground and Mary, with her lips bleeding and chapped, had to watch it sink into the hot sand.

Breathing was getting harder and although she kept walking, she was painfully slow now, something which sometimes earned her a jab in the back to keep going.

The times that Lucifer offered her the barest sip of water almost made the whole thing worse. Those times woke her body right up and reminded her that she was there, that she wanted more of that to keep going. She'd long since stopped sweating, and when her fingers brushed against her skin it felt hotter than it should ever be able to be.

Mary didn't quite reach the tree, her knees buckling a few steps from it just because they were now allowed. It wouldn't be very long before Mary wasn't able to walk anymore, not even if she forced it, not even if Lucifer pushed her.

"Glad-" Mary said. It was her first word in... time? What was time anymore? They'd been walking for years, Mary was pretty sure. They'd always been walking and it had always been she and Lucifer. Her tongue felt so thick in her mouth, sandpaper against her cheeks as she ignored the clenching of her stomach eating away at itself. She couldn't lift her eyes to Lucifer as that was a lot of work. "Glad I- framed that picture of you- you with the bagel."