"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..."