Camille bore her marks well. I wasn't really concentrating on that, but they didn't look bad. Not as they should, but not bad. My intention was to get her into this slowly. I didn't have to be careful with Marie, when she hanged from the beam and I whipped her. I didn't get her to hang as part of a rehearsal or training. I put her up there because I discovered that she would love it. We made love, I whipped her, made love again and it went on for three days with little interruptions to eat and rest.

This was different. Camille was preparing for a role, we were working the elements of the scene, and we were not involved in anything personal except that we felt some mutual attraction and I was crazy about her.

Again I stopped being part of the action to get the camera and examine her through the lens. I wanted to get some close ups of her face this time and I told her so. I moved with the camera around her, close to her, as close as the lens allowed me. From this distance I could see that the camera didn't stop loving her, maybe even worship her. She incredibly photogenic, there was no angle where she didn't look her best. It was a feast for the lens.

But I wasn't looking for a great model's face. I wanted fear and pain and the risk that a pretty face would spoil the dramatic effect of the situation was looming over me.

This was her very first time of acting in front of a camera and even if the camera was amateurish, it was, still, a camera capturing her every expression. She was in her right to be self-consciouss, but she wasn't. However, she was learing to get into character so she would go in and out of character, sometimes looking almost as she was laughing inside. I was a bit worried. Maybe too pretty a face would spoil the drama.

I moved back slowly, the camera fixed on Camille, as she expressed her pain and fear. She was working it well. It was not perfect, but it was credible. In fact I could tell that she didn't have to act the pain, her hands were purple and the ropes were hurting her wrists. She was pullling her body down, almost as if she wanted to feel the pain in her wrists. I was concerned but I was also counting on her common sense. I didn't think she would risk hurting herself just to impress me.

As I looked from the small distance that the room allowed me, I could saw that the image of what I wanted to portray in the film was there. This could actually be the scene of the movie if it was not for the amateur camera and the bad set. I would be happy with this shot for the film...

Camille was showing an innate talent to act. It's not common. In the acting workshops I have many, many people who want to act, they have to make a big effort, they have to work very hard to overcome their inhibitions, their stiffness, their self-consciousness. Not Camille. She jumped into this feet first and with no effort at all. She's a natural and now I'm sure she'll do a great job. And I'm so confident in her that she'll have two roles.

The feeling that this is just the beginning of something much larger than the film is growing in me. I confided in Margot with what I was feeling. She said that she could tell that I was mesmerized by Camille and she agreed with me in that Camille would do what I had in mind and more. I believed, as my hand went up holding the rod, ready to strike, that I found The One.