French kiss the devil

She woke, wearing an eighteenth-century gown. A sack back gown that should be in a museum, now clothed her. The word museum brought another memory. It reminded Dona, that the supposed "Anguished man", likes to showcase his works in museums and galleries.

"Lovely isn't it."

She could only hear his voice, as she was blindfolded and tied. When he took it off in a brisk sway, her surroundings started to form into shape. She was standing, as a marionette would on a moving metal stand with wheels. One rod where her hands were tied was placed in the middle of the stand to keep her from falling. She stood propped up, by the unusual cloth. Noticing that she too was adorned with heels and jewelry. She tried to speak but felt metallic liquid on her tongue.

"Oh yes, that piece ruins the whole artwork."

He was standing near her side, circling her like an animal to its prey. He carried a rope in his hand which was attached to the stand.

"You can speak, but only when I want you to."