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WOW! that image immediately reminds me very much of a part of a scene in a story I wrote around a year ago
and still plan to publish, but it has been stuck in quality control limbo and I'm struggling with the illustrations.

This is the little scene from a historic Viking raid, that I'm talking about:

[...]
One unlucky wench got discovered while trying to hide under a large wagon loaded with straw. Angry at her cowardice, the Vikings
decided to teach her a lesson. After tearing off her clothes, two men held the struggling victim, while a third nailed her hands
and elbows to the inside of the back of the wagon with large spikes, arching her back and exposing her immaculate breasts
towards the heavens. Once secured like that, giving Odin a good view from above, her legs got pulled through the large wheels
and her feet were bound to the spokes from the outside.

Over the course of the next hours, while drinking mead, partaking in the culinary parts of the plunder, jesting, laughing,
brawling and „taking care“ of several other girls, almost the whole crew took turns in visiting the mounted maiden,
raping her senseless.

Finally come dusk, to shine some light on the matter, they started shooting flaming arrows at the wagon.
Only as the whole carriage was already ablaze in a bright red orange, the broken girl came to her senses.
Screaming at the top of her lungs for mercy, she began a frantic struggle, actually managing to set the whole cartload in motion.
The slender girl not being much of an obstacle for the heavy wagon moving slowly downhill at first,
the thing picked up enough momentum to not only break her bound legs, but also tear off her feet in the process.

Now only held in place by the spikes in her arms she flailed helplessly with her bleeding stumps, spraying around piss and blood
while the whole ensemble sped towards the water, hitting it just fast enough to end up almost completely submerged.

The now soaked part of the cart, where the girl was nailed to, refused to burn, while some straw above the waterline
still was illuminating the whole scene in a flickering light. The wheels, axis, shaft and metal fittings being heavy enough
to keep the rest of the cart from floating, the girls nose was a mere inch below the waterline.

Using her last bit of strength and willpower, struggling against the nails, she was able to push herself far enough upwards to catch a short breath.
Then another. Swallowing some murky water, she coughed and gargled, being heard only by the reed and some mallards.

While the drunk men had long sunken into a deep slumber, over time the sounds from the water grew more quiet and finally ceased completely.
Only a mallards somewhat annoyed quacking could be heard in the distance, sounding a bit like evil laughter.
[...]

great pic! thanks for that.