Consequences

examine you. Do you understand?” Claire nodded. “Mrs. Rawlings, please answer all questions verbally.” Claire said that she would.
    “Please state your name.”
    “Claire Rawlings.”
    “How long has that been your name?”
    “Anthony Rawlings and I were married December 18, 2010.”
    “Mrs. Rawlings, I didn’t ask when you were married, but how long Claire Rawlings has been your name.” Mr. Evergreen continued with mundane questions regarding dates and times. Then his questions turned to her life before Mr. Rawlings. What did she do for a living? Where did she live? How did she and Anthony Rawlings meet?
    “Why did you move into Mr. Rawlings’s house?”
    “I didn’t move into his house, I was taken to his house,” Claire corrected.
    “Why were you taken to his house?”
    “Mr. Rawlings and I had a business agreement.”
    “What kind of agreement did you have?”
    Claire hesitated. “He hired me to be his personal assistant.”
    “And how much did he pay you to be his personal assistant?”
    “He didn’t actually pay me.” Claire wasn’t sure how to explain this so that Mr. Evergreen or a jury would understand.
    “You worked for free? Yes or no?”
    “No, actually he paid off my debts.”
    Mr. Evergreen looked curious. “Your debts, he paid off your debts. Did he pay off your car and maybe a credit card?”
    “Yes.”
    “And do you have any idea the total amount of your debts?”
    Did Claire know? Of course, she knew. Tony mentioned the amount hundreds of times during the beginning of their relationship. “Yes.”
    “Well, Mrs. Rawlings, please share. What was the amount of debt that Mr. Rawlings paid off for you?”
    “He told me it was $215,000.”
    “My, $215,000 to be his personal assistant, was that all? Or were there other benefits?” Benefits, Claire didn’t know what he meant. He continued, “Did Mr. Rawlings provide you housing, clothing, or food?”
    “Yes, I lived in his house. The staff prepared my food and he had clothes for me.”
    “Now, Mrs. Rawlings, were these old clothes or did he buy you new clothes?”
    “They were new. But I never asked—”
    “Please just answer the question. So the clothes were new. You lived in his mansion and he paid off $215,000 worth of debt. Tell me what you did as Mr. Rawlings’s personal assistant. Did you answer his phone?”
    “No.” He continued, Did you answer his e-mails? No. Did you coordinate his schedule? No. Did you make him food? No. Did you make him drinks? No.
    “Mrs. Rawlings, what did you do?”
    Claire felt her face flush. “I was supposed to be available whenever he wanted me.”
    “Can you please explain yourself? What do you mean available whenever he wanted you?” Mr. Evergreen leaned into the table.
    “I was supposed to satisfy his sexual wants and needs.” Claire was looking down.
    “Did you do your job?”
    “I didn’t have a choice.” Claire was still looking at the table.
    “Mrs. Rawlings, I asked if you did your job. Yes or no?”
    Claire looked the prosecuting attorney in his eyes. “Yes, I did what I was told.”
    “And if my notes are correct you and Anthony Rawlings married nine months after you began your job, is that correct?”
    “Yes, we discussed that.”
    “Yes, we did. I am just trying to understand. At $215,000, housing, food, and clothing for a period of nine months, I figure that Mr. Rawlings paid you nearly $1,000 a day for sexual pleasure. You must be a great lay!”
    Claire glared at the prosecutor. Jane and Paul exploded, “That is unnecessary!”
    Mr. Evergreen apologized and continued with his questioning. He asked questions about Claire’s claim of imprisonment. Then he showed pictures of her with Anthony at various activities: dinners, fund-raisers, and outings. Claire thought he had a picture of almost every time she was out of the house during the first six months of her imprisonment. “You don’t understand. I was only allowed out—”
    “Mrs. Rawlings, you’ll have the opportunity to discuss your reasons for exaggerating the truth when your attorney is examining you. This is my opportunity. I will ask the questions.” His tone was condescending. He went on, asking about supposed physical abuse. Did she have any doctor’s statements? Had she reported the abuse? Had she even told Mr. Rawlings she didn’t like it?
    This again got Jane and Paul out of their seats. Claire felt ill. Her head pounded and her blood sugar felt low. She leaned toward Jane.