“Lisbeth, don’t be foolish.”
“I need money to buy food.”
“But that’s what we talked about last time. If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you.
But if you’re just going to cause trouble...” His grip on her chin tightened and she
twisted away.
“I want my money. What do you want me to do?”
“You know what I want.” He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards the bed.
“Wait,” Salander said hastily. She gave him a resigned look and then nodded curtly.
She took off her rucksack and leather jacket with the rivets and looked around. She
put her jacket on the chair, set her rucksack on the round table, and took several
hesitant steps to the bed. Then she stopped, as if she had cold feet. Bjurman came
closer.
“Wait,” she said once more, in a tone as if to say that she was trying to talk sense
into him. “I don’t want to have to suck your dick every time I need money.”
The expression on Bjurman’s face suddenly changed. He slapped her hard.
Salander opened her eyes wide, but before she could react, he grabbed her by the
shoulder and threw her on to the bed. The violence caught her by surprise. When
she tried to turn over, he pressed her down on the bed and straddled her.
Like the time before, she was no match for him in terms of physical strength. Her
only chance of fighting back was if she could hurt him by scratching his eyes or
using some sort of weapon. But her planned scenario had already gone to hell. Shit,
she thought when he ripped off her T-shirt. She realised with terrifying clarity that
she was out of her depth.
She heard him open the dresser drawer next to the bed and caught the clanking
sound of metal. At first she did not understand what was happening; then she saw
the handcuffs close around her wrist. He pulled up her arm, placed the handcuffs
around one of the bedposts, and locked her other hand. It did not take him long to
pull off her boots and jeans. Then he took off her knickers and held them in his
hand.