After Another Night-------

[Lee Boudine]

OF WAITING. Hanah sat motionless on the heavy wooden chair; her knees together and her hands together in her lap. When she had sat in this chair before her wrists had been strapped to the arms, her ankles to the front legs, and awide belt under her breasts held her back straight against the back of the chair. She was clothed in the designer outfit she had been wearing when she and her husband had been arrested. Her hair was still arranged high on her head and her makeup was only slightly smeared. Sh was a very attractive woman.

She had lost all her makeup, the last having been washed off in the shower before being brought here. Her hair hung down around her face and was still damp from her shower. But the most significant change from five days of interrogation was her demeanor. Before she was aggitated moving constantkly: testing the straps constantly and squirming as much as the bindings allowed. She was afraid. Now she sat as in a stupor. Not moving. Not afraid, but resigned to further abuse. Silent. Eyes closed against the glare.

Her clothing was gone too. She sat demurely, but not desperate to hide her nakedness. She knew I sat behind the ring of light watching. Hanah knew she was helpless to stop any obscenity that I would inflict upon her. I had waited before and it was part of the game. Soon Hanah would offer herself in total obedience to my will. It was just a matter of time: a very short time now.