Mibby believed it would just be a game. I let her believe it. First I tied her legs, and then I tied her arms behind her back with the leather handcuffs. Then she realized that she was really immobilized.
From that point on, I stopped talking to her, took pictures and let her try to free herself from the handcuffs, which I know is impossible.
It is delightful to see Mibby slowly losing hope. The voice that was demanding slowly begins to beg, to implore. I do not take any action, I just watch, astonished by the beauty of this act. And when I think it is time, I simply turn off the lights and leave her there, completely without hope.
