There weren't more than a few dozen people in their rural village. There were a few thousands in the nearest towns, many miles away. Maybe if any of those townspeople knew what was about to happen, they would try to stop it. Not in this tight-knit community.

While being paddled by their vindictive mom, 18 year old Erina and 16 year old James were taken outside and marched naked, with their bright red bottoms on display, to the lumber mill.

"How unfortunate I have to parade you, for God and everyone to look back on for eternity, from your final sin to your final breath. You've brought such shame upon me." Their mother, Mrs. Miles, shook her head in disgust. Her gray hair and blue eyes flowed gently in the wind, and she kept spanking them with her paddle as they hiked.

Every step was a vividly painful reminder that this was the end. Their final moments were anxiously anticipating so much pain and then death, and wondering what lay beyond that.

Everyone they grew up around, everyone older and younger could witness their demise. Every wrinkle on their elders and their judgmental stares, every wide-eyed child wondering why his baby sitter was doomed.

They were brought to crosses.

"No, mommy please, nooohooohhhh!!" Both kids begged their tyrannical matriarch in mortifying desperation.

"You've brought this upon yourselves!" The two youngsters were held down one at a time- first Erina, being older- and their palms were nailed to thick planks of wood. James stood, shivering in the breeze, pondering how much it mattered that his tiny woodpecker was shriveled and visible to his every crush, friend, and rival. He felt great shame, but more than humiliation, he was scared of the physical pain to come. And he was going to die. Erina also felt humiliated and scared, but she was screeching in pain from the constant agony off nails digging into her hands.

They were both nude and dancing around on their feet, the giant flat wooden boards at their backs stretching their arms wide open. Poles measuring over ten feet long were sharpened on one end and buried by the other. Like sharp spears sticking right out from Hell, they inspired terror in the 2 already terrified young Christians who had fallen from grace. They were both hoisted upon these poles and their feet were nailed to flat tires taken from the junk yard nearby. The increased weight accelerated their descent down the pole, and they swayed around in agony. Gasoline was poured on them from a man on a ladder- a local volunteer firefighter. Everyone gathered in a circle around the 2 young consorts.

"For the crime against God!" Their mother took a pair of scissors out from her purse, "For the crime against family!" She put it near her daughter's right nipple, which she pinched with her other hand. Her daughter shook her head and pleaded to not do this. "For all that is good and holy and right!" Mrs. Miles snipped her daughter's nipple clean off, eliciting screams. "They have masturbated! They brought themselves forbidden pleasures from Hell!" She pinched her daughter's other nipple. "The Devil himself lives in these fools!" She sliced through with top blade of the scissors, cutting her daughter's other nipple off as well. Then she stretched her own daughter's vagina wide open, for the viewing pleasure of the score of people below her.

She started snipping away at her daughter pussy. Then put faced the other direct, to place the blades around her son's frigid penis. "You dirty, filthy little boy!" Through his tears, he saw his crushes and bullies and even friends smiling at this end. Despite his pleading and his sister's screeching, he could hear the hushed laughter of giggling classmates.

Snip.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
"EEEAAAHH EGH! AH! AHH!"

Mrs. Miles stepped down from the ladder. A third pole was dipped in kerosene at one end and then lit aflame. The long torch poked the rumps of the naughty siblings.

They were like rapidly dancing party lights swinging around in the night sky. Their screams were shrill but like beautiful music.