Susan Mitchell had a restless night's sleep lying night trapped under The Artist's bed. She wondered if the man's date had any idea she was sleeping on a bed with a bound naked woman stuck under the mattress. Susan imagined that would make the night far less romantic. In the morning, Susan heard The Artist get up and head downstairs. His date would awake a little while later. She gathered up her dress and heels and Susan heard the bedroom door close. There was nothing for her to do but wait for her captor to return. Light was shining in through the thin curtains when she finally heard The Artist return. The man lifted off the mattress off the bed and began removing the wooden frame that had held Susan captive all night without speaking to her.
The young woman was hot and sweaty and wanted a shower but that was not in her future, at least not in the way she desired. The man grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto her feet. He wordlessly led her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out through the kitchen to the back patio where a light rain was coming down. He ordered her to get down onto her knees and tied her ankles and wrists together with rope, bending her backwards. The air was chilly and the drizzle was cold and Susan felt more miserable than ever. She dropped her chin to try to keep the rain out of her face.
The Artist placed a gag in the woman's mouth. The gag was a metal ring with a with a metal collar in the middle of the ring. Into the collar, The Artist placed the end of a small umbrella and opened it. Susan carefully balanced the weight in her mouth to try to keep the umbrella over her head as the cold rain began to come down much harder. She was cold and wet and miserable and cried as The Artist returned to the house. She could see one of his cameras on the porch nearby, safely under cover from the rain, filming her suffering.
The rain finally stopped mid morning and the Artist came out of the house and removed the umbrella from Susan's mouth and untied the girl. He had several of his cameras with him and Susan knew she would be posing for him again today. He led the cold, wet woman over to a spot in the middle of the large yard. A hole had been dug in the area and the hole and was filled with water and mud. A steel structure had been built over the mud hole, supporting over a long metal pipe with nozzles attached to hoses running down to a large piece of machinery.
Susan was told to step under the metal structure into the hole. Her bare feet sunk quickly into the mud past her ankles. The Artist told her to raise her hands overhead. He place them in metal rungs hanging from the steel crossbar. The cuffs closed with a clank and she realized they were electronically controlled, meaning she was not getting free soon. She didn't have much time to think about that as she heard the man start up the large machine next to the mud pit. A few seconds later, the nozzle over her head started spraying. But coming out of the nozzle was not the cold water she expected, but rather warm mud. The mud plopped onto her head and slid down her face.
"A friend who works in the oil industry let me borrow this pump," The Artist said as he pulled out a camera and started filming the goop flowing over his naked model. "It's not actually mud, you see. It's a special mixture designed especially to be sticky as it dries,." The Artist pulled on a pair of thick gloves and laid a wooden plank over the mud pit. He began spreading the substance all over Susan's naked body, covering her from head to toe in the mud, with just her eyes, lips and nose exposed. He removed the plank, threw off the gloves and picked up his camera. Susan glared at the man as he filmed and videotaped her. She shifted around as much as she could trying to shake the mud from her body, but it did not come off. She tried to pull her right foot out of the mud pit, but the material had hardened and she could only wiggle her toes slightly.
