He removed the bundle of shirts from under the girl's shoulder blades, so she lay painfully on her cuffed arms

again. He wedged the bundle under her pelvis. He had found several ropes, earlier, and had tied

one to each of the girl's ankles. Now, as she lay there panting and moaning on the damp floor,

too broken to even complain, he threw the ends of the ropes over some pipes overhead and

tightened them, so that Holly was spread-eagled, her legs forming a shallow V, the moist slit of

her crotch parallel to the ground. When he had tied the last knot, he plucked the rope like the

string of an upright bass, to assure himself that the girl could not move in her bonds.