“I found your toys,” Salander said. She held up a riding whip and poked around in
the heap of dildos, harness bits, and rubber masks on the floor. “What’s this one
for?” She held up a huge anal plug. “No, don’t try to speak—I won’t hear what you
say. Was this what you used on me last week? All you have to do is nod.” She
leaned towards him expectantly.
Bjurman felt cold terror piercing his chest and lost his composure. He tugged at his
handcuffs. She had taken control. Impossible. He could do nothing to resist when
Salander bent over and placed the anal plug between his buttocks. “So you’re a
sadist,” she said matter-of-factly. “You enjoy shoving things inside people, is that
it?” She looked him in the eyes. Her face was expressionless. “Without a lubricant,
right?”
Bjurman howled into the adhesive tape when Salander roughly spread his cheeks
and rammed the plug into its proper place.
“Stop whimpering,” Salander said, imitating his voice. “If you complain, I’ll have to
punish you.”
She stood up and went to the other side of the bed. He followed her helplessly with
his eyes...What the hell was this? Salander had rolled in his thirty-two-inch TV from
the living room. She had placed his DVD player on the floor. She looked at him, still
holding the whip in her hand.
“Do I have your undivided attention? Don’t try to talk—just nod. Did you hear what
I said?” He nodded.
“Good.” She bent down and picked up her rucksack. “Do you recognise this?” He
nodded. “It’s the rucksack I had when I visited you last week. A practical item. I
borrowed it from Milton Security.” She unzipped the bottom pocket. “This is a
digital video camera. Do you ever watch Insider on TV3? This is the gear that those
nasty reporters use when they have to record something with a hidden camera.”
She zipped the pocket back up.
“Where’s the lens, you’re wondering. That’s the great thing about it. Wide angle
fibre optics. The lens looks like a button and sits hidden in the buckle on a shoulder
strap. Maybe you remember that I put the rucksack here on the table before you
started to grope me. I made sure that the lens was directed straight at the bed.”