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Story Script:

ACTOR2: Okay... I'm ready. For the test. I submit.
ACTOR1: Strip. Everything. Let me see the body I'm going to break.
ACTOR2: (sound of fabric rustling) It's done. I'm exposed.
ACTOR1: Now, lift the crossbeam. Carry it up the slope. Feel its weight. That's your burden.
ACTOR2: (straining) God... it's heavy. The wood is rough... digging into my shoulder.
ACTOR1: To the clearing. Place it against the post. Now, wrists against the beam. Spread for me.
ACTOR2: (heavy breathing) I am yours. Bind me.
ACTOR1: Leather on your skin. Tight across your chest. Pulling your arms taut. Every muscle is straining already, isn't it?
ACTOR2: Yes... I can feel it. My back... my pecs... they're on fire.
ACTOR1: The ritual requires blood. A sacrifice. Hold still.
ACTOR2: Wait—ah! FUCK! (screaming) The needle! Through my wrist! Jesus Christ, it burns!
ACTOR1: And the other. You will bleed for me.
ACTOR2: AHHH! (gasping, sobbing) It's in... I'm pierced... I'm pinned...
ACTOR1: Now we raise you. Your ordeal begins.
ACTOR2: (strained groans) The pull... it's tearing my shoulders apart. My chest is stretched... glistening... every breath is agony.
ACTOR1: Hour one. Your legs tremble against the post. Your abs are carved stone, trying to lift you for air.
ACTOR2: I can't... find a position... the pain is everywhere. My dick is hard... from the strain... from the surrender.
ACTOR1: Hour three. Sweat pours from you. Your beautiful body is failing. Scream for me.
ACTOR2: (a broken howl) I SUFFER FOR YOU! I ENDURE THIS FOR YOU! MY BODY IS YOURS TO CRUCIFY!
ACTOR1: You are defeated. Your strength is mine.
ACTOR2: Please... I yield... I have nothing left.
ACTOR1: I lower the cross. I cut the bindings. You are free.
ACTOR2: (collapsing, ragged breaths) I am yours... completely.