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Both Greg and Robert indicated that they agreed, and Phillip said, "Then it's settled. It's time for lunch."

Greg said to Robert, "I'll let you use my handcuffs. Do you know how they work?" Robert nodded yes, and Greg continued, "Don't forget to double lock them. She could get hurt if you don't. Here's the key."

Robert released Persephone's hands. Greg said, "Just to be sure, let me see you cuff her."

Robert cuffed Persephone's hands in front of her and carefully double-locked the handcuffs. Greg nodded his approval.

After lunch Robert took Persephone into his studio and locked the door.

He removed the handcuffs and said, "Take off all your clothes. You can put them in this closet." When Persephone hesitated he added, "Don't worry, I already have a lover, and he's very jealous."

She smiled and undressed. There was a robe in the closet and she put it on. In the meantime Robert had been positioning a padded table next to the damaged statue. When he had it arranged the way he wanted it he said, "Take off the robe and lie face down on the table."

Robert pulled Persephone's hands behind her back and loosely handcuffed them. He manipulated Persephone until she was in the position he wanted and started to work. Persephone found that she could hold the position without too much strain. She occupied her mind by thinking about her new software project.

After a couple of hours had passed Robert said, "Time for a break."

He removed the handcuffs and helped Persephone stand up. He said, "Go to the potty, get yourself a drink of water, and be back here in ten minutes."

"Yes, sir." Persephone put on the robe and waited until Robert unlocked the door.

When Persephone returned Robert resumed work. The session was productive and he was pleased. Just before dinner time Alice knocked on the studio door, and when Robert opened it she said, "Robert, you have a phone call at the front desk. They said it was important."

As soon as Robert was out of sight Alice entered the studio. She said to Persephone, "Get up. Robert has appointed me to take care of you when you're not modeling." She helped Persephone to stand up and draped the robe over her shoulders. Alice looked out the door, and when she saw that the hallway was empty she hurried Persephone down it and through a door that opened onto a narrow back stairway.

Alice forced Persephone up the steep stairs until they were at the top of the building. She opened a door and led Persephone into a small room whose sloping ceiling and dormer window showed that it was right under the roof. Alice pointed out several shiny new eyebolts that had been screwed into the wall and said, "Robert had me visit the hardware store and fix up this room. He wants to be sure you don't leave during the night."

She pulled the robe off of Persephone's shoulders, backed her up to a waist-high eyebolt, and padlocked the handcuff chain to it. She saw that the handcuffs were loose and tried to tighten them, but they were double-locked and she couldn't do it.

Alice said, "Having you stand up all night is Robert's idea, but this is from me." She slapped Persephone's face twice with forehand and backhand blows, and then punched her in the stomach. Persephone moaned and bent over.

Alice went to the door and said, "Have a nice night. I'll see you about fifteen hours from now." She closed the door behind her and a lock clicked.

Persephone was frightened. Modeling for Robert had been easy, but she hadn't expected him to be cruel, and to stand here until morning would be torture. She struggled to escape from the steel grip of the handcuffs.

Meanwhile, Robert returned to the studio. There had been no phone call. He saw that Persephone had left and he assumed that Greg had released her. He cleaned his tools and then went to the dining room.

Robert didn't see Persephone in the dining room and so he asked Alice, "Do you know where Persephone is?"

Alice replied, "She's too embarrassed to face anybody. She is going to eat in her room, and she said she'll see you in the morning."

After a struggle and some scraped skin Persephone had managed to pull her left hand free of the loose handcuff. She was relieved that she could now sit down, but as it got dark a new worry intruded. The sun had warmed the poorly insulated room, but now that heat was dissipating as the outside air got colder. Persephone knew that hypothermia was a real threat, and that it could be fatal.

She could see her robe on the floor where Alice had dropped it, and by stretching as far as she could she just managed to reach it with her foot and drag it to her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped the robe around her, grateful for the meager warmth it provided.

She hooked the fingers of her right hand around the eyebolt to keep the handcuff from cutting into her wrist, and they were soon numb.

It was still too cold to sleep, and she spent the night shivering.

During the long hours of darkness she fought against the panic she felt when she realized how helpless she was. Alice and Robert could keep her here until she died if they wanted to. She knew why Alice might hate her, but she wondered why Robert would treat her so harshly, even if he believed that she had broken his statue on purpose.

In the morning Alice returned to the room. She sneered, "So you managed to sit down. Robert will be disappointed. He will have to think of something more secure and much more painful for tonight."

She unlocked Persephone from the eyebolt and returned her to Robert's studio.

Persephone was too cold and too tired to resist, and as soon as Alice left she stretched out on the padded table and fell asleep.

When Robert arrived in the studio he saw Persephone on the table and thought that Greg had brought her. He woke her up with a playful swat on the bottom and said, "Time to get started. Did you have a good night?"

Persephone answered, "Yes, sir." She was very afraid of this man who had treated her so badly. What had been a lark the day before had become very serious, as she realized she was in the power of somebody who would hurt her or even let her die.

Robert handcuffed Persephone and arranged her on the table. As he worked on the statue Persephone occupied her mind by considering what she should do. She didn't want any more pain, and if she was going to die she wanted it to be her choice. She decided that being very obedient until she had a chance to escape would be her best plan.

Robert was oblivious to Persephone's concerns. He was totally involved in the work on the statue, which was going well. After several hours he announced that it was time for a break. Persephone was relieved.

Her bladder was full, and she was very thirsty. When Robert removed the handcuffs she thought about escape, but her clothes and her car keys were still in the studio, so she decided not to make an attempt yet.

If Robert let her get dressed for lunch she would have a better chance then.

About an hour into the next session Robert had almost completed the repairs. He was very pleased with the result. He'd originally hired a professional bondage model to pose for him, and this had been just another job to her. Persephone had an entirely different attitude, and he had been able to capture the effect this had on her posture to produce an impression of betrayed innocence that had been lacking before.

Robert was so pleased that he became loquacious. With all of the innocence of Bambi skipping into a minefield he started a conversation, "Tell me about yourself, Persephone. Have you lived in California all of your life?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you go to college here?"

"Yes, sir."

Robert became annoyed. "I want a conversation, not an interrogation.

Give me a narrative description of your life."

There was a pause, and then Persephone spoke in a flat, emotionless voice. "Both my sister and I were born in California. My father worked in the aerospace industry, so we moved every three or four years, but it was always in California. Mostly in LA, but we also lived in San Diego and Sunnyvale. About nine years ago, just about the time I started at UCLA, he and his friend Brent started their own software company. I majored in computer science, and when I graduated four years later I went to work with my father. We worked together for three years."

Persephone stopped talking. Robert waited for a few minutes and then he commanded, "Well? Go on."

Persephone begged, "Please, sir, don't make me say any more."

Robert didn't know that a psychiatrist had worked with Persephone for several months without being able to go beyond this point. He demanded, "I want to hear more. Keep talking."

Persephone continued in the same flat voice. "In my family we had a tradition that we would go out together on the last Friday of every month. Sometimes we would go to a movie, or for a pizza, or something like that. On the last Friday in October, two years ago next month, my mother, my father, and my younger sister Ariadne wanted to see a movie.

I had already seen it and I had work to do, so I didn't go with them.

On their way home a drunk in a pickup truck ran a red light and hit their car. Everyone in my family was killed instantly."

"It's been hard sometimes, but I've been able to cope. Our house was too big for just me, so I went to live with Aunt Gi. She wanted me to keep seeing a doctor, but I didn't need to. Whenever I feel bad I write a poem, and it makes me feel better. I don't use any medication, and I don't cry."

Persephone's story had shocked Robert. He asked, "Didn't you ever cry?"

"No, sir. My parents might cry, for losing their life together and the love they shared. My sister might cry, for the life she never had. But I wasn't with them. I'm not allowed to cry."

Robert ordered, "Cry. It will help you."

Her psychiatrist had never been able to get Persephone to cry, but he had never tried using handcuffs. Now Persephone didn't have to give herself permission, and she was soon sobbing violently. Robert, belatedly aware of the dangers of amateur psychiatry, removed the handcuffs and hugged

Persephone. She put her arms around his neck and wept on his shoulder.

When Persephone stopped crying Robert said, "If I had known what you had lost I never would have made you talk about it. You should go home now. Put your clothes on and then I'll help you pack and escort you to your car."

Persephone was surprised. She said, "You mean you aren't going to chain me to the wall in the attic again tonight?"

"What do you mean? I never did anything like that. Tell me what happened."

Persephone describe her ordeal and her previous encounter with Alice.

When she finished a grim-faced Robert said, "Torturing you was all Alice's idea. Greg and I will take care of her later."

When Persephone was in her car and ready to leave Robert said, "I read your poems last night. They are very good. I hope you don't have to write any more."

"Thank you. It hurt to talk about my family, but somehow I feel better now. Strangely enough, even being chained to the wall last night has helped. I knew I could die, but when I thought about it

I realized I didn't want to any more. I think I'm ready to call my doctor and start therapy again."

She started her car, and then said, "Your statue is marvelous.

Let me know when it's going to be exhibited." She kissed his cheek and drove away.

Author's Note: Photographs of a statue similar to the one described in this story are on page 40 of John Willie's Bizarre, Number 20.

The Arts Conference · Part 2

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