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Upside down and bound Casey could feel the capillaries in the tops of her cheeks, the parts facing the concrete floor, bursting and the strips of bed sheet straining like the tendons for her ankles they were wrapped around.
"Adam!" she hollered, "let me down!" Who do you think you are? You prick! Let me down!"
She could see the smoke of his cigarette drifting past the open door and the shadow of his hand as it rose and fell from his lips as he squatted in the hallway just outside the garage.
"You're ugly now," he responded. "All that blood in your head, you've got a popped blood vessel in each eye now, you know?"
"You don't have to look at me," she said, "just let me down!"
"And your tits around you neck, you're really starting to sag old girl."
"Fuck you."
Casey fell silent then began to writhe, jerking her hips and bucking her weight as much as she could. After a futile moment or two it struck her the were she to free her ankles the two and a half foot drop would undoubtedly crack her skull.
"You know what happens if you wiggle your ankles out?" Adam asked from beside the door.
"Yes, i know what will happen! That's why i stopped."
The humming bird buzz of the light filled the room.
"Can i at least have a cigarette?"
Adam lifted himself, grunting a little, then stubbed his end out on the bottom of his shoe. he hadn't thought of her asking for something like a cigarette. Casey could see his silhouette think it through then turn in through the door way and watch her, inverted and bare, deciding how he was going to go about doing this.
He descended the stairs slowly, each step a slap of concession, and circled her once, running his finger around the longitudinal line on which her belly button sat. He sat, his face equal with hers , but with the chin pointing in the opposite direction.
"I guess you can have a cigarette," he said slipping the end of one of his between her lips and lighting it as he lit another for himself.
Casey took a long drag off of it and Adam removed it from her mouth as she let a long stream of smoke up and out through her nose.
"Your face looks really different upside down," Adam said, holding the cigarette to her lips again as she sucked in.
"So does yours."
After a moment he held the cigarette to her mouth again, still smoking his own.
"I don't understand this Adam."
He looked at her face and then up at the low planked ceiling.
"Neither do I."
"Then let me down."
"I can't Lana, you know I can't."
She let her chin drop towards the floor, her neck elongating, its curve convexed like the underside of a spoon. Adam ran his finger down from her collarbone to the corner of her jaw then kissed her gently on the triangular bottom of her chin. Casey closed her eyes.
"Why didn't you gag me? All this trouble and you still have to listen me talk."
"Because I love you Lana, as much as i wish i didn't I still love you."
"Adam!" she hollered, "let me down!" Who do you think you are? You prick! Let me down!"
She could see the smoke of his cigarette drifting past the open door and the shadow of his hand as it rose and fell from his lips as he squatted in the hallway just outside the garage.
"You're ugly now," he responded. "All that blood in your head, you've got a popped blood vessel in each eye now, you know?"
"You don't have to look at me," she said, "just let me down!"
"And your tits around you neck, you're really starting to sag old girl."
"Fuck you."
Casey fell silent then began to writhe, jerking her hips and bucking her weight as much as she could. After a futile moment or two it struck her the were she to free her ankles the two and a half foot drop would undoubtedly crack her skull.
"You know what happens if you wiggle your ankles out?" Adam asked from beside the door.
"Yes, i know what will happen! That's why i stopped."
The humming bird buzz of the light filled the room.
"Can i at least have a cigarette?"
Adam lifted himself, grunting a little, then stubbed his end out on the bottom of his shoe. he hadn't thought of her asking for something like a cigarette. Casey could see his silhouette think it through then turn in through the door way and watch her, inverted and bare, deciding how he was going to go about doing this.
He descended the stairs slowly, each step a slap of concession, and circled her once, running his finger around the longitudinal line on which her belly button sat. He sat, his face equal with hers , but with the chin pointing in the opposite direction.
"I guess you can have a cigarette," he said slipping the end of one of his between her lips and lighting it as he lit another for himself.
Casey took a long drag off of it and Adam removed it from her mouth as she let a long stream of smoke up and out through her nose.
"Your face looks really different upside down," Adam said, holding the cigarette to her lips again as she sucked in.
"So does yours."
After a moment he held the cigarette to her mouth again, still smoking his own.
"I don't understand this Adam."
He looked at her face and then up at the low planked ceiling.
"Neither do I."
"Then let me down."
"I can't Lana, you know I can't."
She let her chin drop towards the floor, her neck elongating, its curve convexed like the underside of a spoon. Adam ran his finger down from her collarbone to the corner of her jaw then kissed her gently on the triangular bottom of her chin. Casey closed her eyes.
"Why didn't you gag me? All this trouble and you still have to listen me talk."
"Because I love you Lana, as much as i wish i didn't I still love you."