“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he said as he lowered his zip. He smelled as
if he had just washed himself with soap and water.
Salander turned her face away and tried to get up, but he held her in a tight grip. In
terms of physical strength, she was no match for him; she weighed 90 pounds to
his 210. He held her head with both hands and turned her face so their eyes met.
“If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you,” he repeated. “If you make trouble, I can put
you away in an institution for the rest of your life. Would you like that?”
She said nothing.
“Would you like that?” he said again.
She shook her head.
He waited until she lowered her eyes, in what he regarded as submission. Then he
pulled her closer. Salander opened her lips and took him in her mouth. He kept his
grip on her neck and pulled her fiercely towards him. She felt like gagging the
whole ten minutes he took to bump and grind; when finally he came, he was
holding her so tight she could hardly breathe.
He showed her the bathroom in his office. Salander was shaking all over as she
wiped her face and tried to rub off the spots on her sweater. She chewed some of
his toothpaste to get rid of the taste. When she went back to his office, he was
sitting impassively behind his desk, studying some papers.
“Sit down, Lisbeth,” he told her without looking up. She sat down. Finally he looked
at her and smiled.
“You’re grown-up now, aren’t you, Lisbeth?”
She nodded.
“Then you also need to be able to play grown-up games,” he said. He used a tone of
voice as if he were speaking to a child. She did not reply. A small frown appeared
on his brow.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to tell anyone about our games. Think
about it—who would believe you? There are documents stating that you’re non