Spark Maiden, Work of Art Pt. 2

What was going to happen? Stone Cold had said that Orson Redd had plans for her...she didn't want to think about it. She needed to figure a way out of this...

"What're they paying you?" She asked, swallowing her pride.
"Ah, making deals, are we? You must be green when it comes to contract mercenaries, lass..."
"But what are they...?"
"The money ain't important, but when I hand you over, I'll be taking your little bracelet..."
Her eyes widened. Her bracelet?! If he took that, and disappeared, she could never be a heroine again, and may never escape!
"You can't! Only I can work the bracelet! It wouldn't work for you, no matter what you tried!"
"I dunno if it'll ever work...but if not, I know it's old, maybe ancient. And it looks like it'd be worth a lot of moolah, even as an antique. Don't matter. Now, are you gonna quiet down?"
He didn't wait for her to answer before roughly spinning her to face him and slapping a piece of duct tape firmly across her mouth as if he were slapping her across the face. He the turned her around and they marched on in silence...

"Ah! Stone Cold...and the lovely Spark Maiden!" Orson said as they came through the double doors. He was in a chair in front of a canvas, the source of the weird art in the hallway now made apparent, "I must say, you are a fast worker...and you! Even more a superb nymph of a woman in person!" 
He approached, inspecting every inch of her like a machine quite enthusiastically as Spark Maiden tried to back away uncomfortably. 
"Enough inspecting your prize, Orson. Give me my end of the deal!"
"Call me Artisan, and of course!" Hew reached behind Sparky, stopping to rub her rear, and detached her bracelet, bringing a small squeel of despair. "Oh come now, it's not like you'll need it! You belong to me now, my dear!"
And so the exchange happened. Orson, or "Artisan" handed the bracelet to Stone Cold, who shoved Sparky into his waiting arms. 
"Good day then..." And Stone Cold left, Sparky screaming muffled pleas after him. She was silenced by a prick in her neck that caused all to go black...

When she awoke, she was unbound, but in a strange, seemingly glass square prison. The bottom and one of the walls were metallic, and had strange holes. She looked past the glass and saw the grinning face of the artisan on the other side. She got angry.
"You punk!" She screamed, "Let me out right now!"
"No, I'm afraid not, my dear. This is your new home!" 
Sparky was taken aback, and then noticed the cold feeling on her neck, and felt with her hands a metal collar. She was indignant now, and rushed forth to use her own strength to punch through the wall...and was rebounded off, with aching knuckles.
"What the?" She said, gripping her wrist, already missing the feel of her bracelet.
"It's no use, my dear." He knocked on the wall, "This isn't glass...it's Dimonium, a substance of my own creation in high school that can withstand even a blow from a diamond cannon ball!" 
Sparky was mortified, and now positively frightened. Stone Cold had her bracelet, Artisan had her...she banged on the wall, fists and palms hitting as hard as she could.
"Let me out of here!!!"
"Ah, after all the trouble you've caused, I must sayseeing you like this is rather refreshing. However...on to my artwork!" He pressed the wall and a section lit up purple, and the holes in the back wall shot out straps that bound her arms to her torso above and below her chest, and one over her mouth. Another section was pressed and two shackles from the floor went around her feet. She almost fell over, but a narrow wall sprang up, leaving her leaning awkwardly against it.
"Ah, lovely! Now to decorate!" He pressed more buttons, and two arms sprang up and stuck one presenmt bow on each breast, and one one her rear. then, another pained a red, exgaggerated blush on her cheeks, adding to her already natural one. Then, lights came and cast a new glow. 
"Perfect! I must preserve m first human masterpiece! Ah, tomorrow, I must undo it. Worry not,  my pet, I shall keep you fed and fit, your beauty must be preserved, after all, but you are now my canvas! I shall make art forever using your beautiful form!"
Spark madin would have shrieked if she could. She was in an unbreakable prison, lost her bracelet and seemingly doomed to forever be a subject of this sicko's version of art...How would she get out of this?!