Interviewing Sabina

The two of us sit down and allow the crowd to gather around us. There were ten of them, and I recognise at least half of them. I'm sure that, like me, they have been replaying last week's events. I'm sure they're expecting a similar show. I can't help but smile, having somewhat of an idea of what they're going to witness.

Once everyone is settled, I ask my first question.

"So, I'm going to ask you some yes or no questions about what you're doing today. You don't have to speak. Just nod or shake your head. Understood?"

Sabina nods.

"Are you nervous?"

Sabina nods.

"Have you been fantasising about today?"

Sabina nods.

"Did you see last week's performance?"

Sabina shakes her head.

"Is this your first time in the gallery?"

Sabina pauses, before shaking her head.

"Did you intend to have your bush unshaven?"

Sabina nods.

"Show off your pussy."

On command, Sabina spreads her legs. The crowd watches as she runs her hands along her thighs, around her slit, and through her bush. Her fingers come to rest of her pussy lips, which they spread apart, giving the audience, and Iris, a full view. The click of Iris' camera echoes throughout the room, a sound that causes Sabina to twitch.

"So, you have a tool you've chosen for today, haven't you?"

With enthusiasm, Sabina nods.

The crowd watches with baited breath. I recognise a few faces, and I'm sure they're expecting the sequel to be bigger and better. Surprise filled their faces when I retrieved the humble black marker.

"This is a marker you have chosen, isn't it?"

Sabina nods.

"Do you want this crowd to write on your body?"

Sabina nods.

"Stand up."

Sabina does as she is told, before taking a step forward. This gave anyone ample room to move around her body. To test this out, I circle around her, thinking of what to write. I saw her lip quiver as she waited to feel the marker meet her skin. In turn, a smile grew across my face. There were so many things I could write on her body. Taunting messages. Demeaning statements. Crass suggestions. The possibilities seemed limitless.

All the words that could be written must be circling around Sabina's head, like wolves preparing to feast. She was as vulnerable as one could be. Naked, and surrounded by strangers thinking of all the strange things they could graffiti onto her. If she wanted to back out, this was her final chance. All she had to do was utter the words and all of this would come to a stop.

She remains silent.

Eventually, I take pause. Sabina twitches, but I do nothing. I give her a second of suspense before I remove the lid off the marker.