"Stand against the cage if you're so clever," Levy said. "Feet apart, arms in the air. Like a snow angel."

I felt giddy as I got into position, spreading my legs for her. When she came close to me, I could smell the basement on her clothing. Damp and concrete dust. It made me want to sneeze, but I held it in. Levy probably didn't want my spit and snot all over her.

She bound me to the cage with a series of cable ties-down one arm, down the other. She put them on over my silky blouse so I could feel their pressure against my wrist, my forearm, my elbow, but the plastic wasn't biting into my skin. That was a nice touch. She bound my ankles to the cage as well, and when it occurred to me that I was trapped, my heart began to race.

"Thank you," I said.

"I haven't done anything yet."

"You have no idea..."