She Crawled onto The Chopping Block

The purest white space...a large block before her...His throne just before the block...His ankles enormous at her eye's level...the gallish one behind her. The One on the throne was immense and she was unable to view every part as He was so vast....the demonic one just her size if not more decrepit than her own human frailty. She proceeded to place herself onto the chopping block without hesitation...with white knuckles and a blood curdling scream for a command to 'relent', she held onto His ankles with no intention to release. Ash wood bendable but not breakable...less flammable than most wood...she will not let go! The enemy stabbing at her flesh, but it does not pierce...the enemy drags his dagger down her spine...she holds fast to His ankles. She is all too aware of the extreme pain...pain that overwhelms her earthly world...pain of circumstances in the flesh, but she still holds fast to His ankles. She is screaming for release....'tell him to stop', but her strength is so great as long as she squeezes His ankles...her pain tolerance is supernatural on that chopping block as she experiences an ability to endure the pain...almost as if the hellish torment cannot destroy or kill her despite the dagger in her spine. She is at peace and continues to willingly be wrought with death strategies as her King shelters her in His great strength and might!...The pain is bearable with Him....she takes comfort in the obvious fact that He knows she will not surrender to the demonic one...She will crawl onto the chopping block again................