“Don’t make me bind you again.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe. Just relax.”

He tugs something out from under me, then pulls one leg open.

I gasp, try to scoot away, but his fingers dig into that thigh as he wipes between my legs.

“I wonder if Eli will be pleased to see how I bled his daughter,” he says.

“What?” I ask, not sure I heard right.

Is he satisfied with the blood? I wonder. I know there’s much of it. He’d be happy to see my tears too, I’m sure, and I’d happily give them to him if he’d only take this damn thing off me.

“Stay,” he says like he’d command a dog. I guess he’s finished cleaning me.

I stay. I can’t move anyway. And as my body settles, I become aware of every ache. I hear him walk, hear a door open, water run. He’s back a moment later, his hands around my arms lifting me. I hold onto his biceps, feel his strength beneath my hands, my forehead almost falling into his shoulder.

“You’ll learn to carry it when you’re on your knees.” He deposits me on the floor, carpet rough beneath my knees. I sit back on my heels and place one hand on the floor to support myself.

What more does he want from me?

“Close your eyes.”

I do. I don’t even know why. It’s not like he can see. But I’m tired. I’m so tired. This day and this night have drained me.

He lifts the thing off me, and I reach up to touch my face, dry my cheeks with the backs of my hands.

“I’ve seen your face,” I say and when I feel him move away, I open my eyes and watch him. His shirt is undone. I see his jacket strewn over a chair.

I watch as he puts the ornate mask into a glass case like it’s something sacred and it takes me a moment to realize he’s watching me in the tarnished mirror. Our eyes meet but it’s so dark with just the candles and the black walls that I can’t see him clearly.

“And you’d like to see it again?” he asks. “I doubt that. Bow your head and lower your eyes. Now.”

“You don’t know me,” I tell him but do as he says.

“Don’t I?” He crosses the room to the door. I watch him from behind my lashes. “This will be your room. You’ll stay in it until I come for you.”

“When will that be? When you need another fuck?”

He puts his hand to the doorknob, and I see him cock his head. He turns a little. It’s the skull side.