Apparently satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet plaster bandage.Apparently satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet plaster bandage. He carefully applied it to her unconscious body, forming a plaster cast. Roll after roll, the cast moved up from her feet toward her head, covering her in a smooth, warm, and thick layer, surrounding even the individual fingers, which he splayed wide upon the board. When she was encased up to her neck in a rapidly hardening total body cast, he cleaned up his mess and carried it down the hall, to a guest room. When he returned, he pulled from one of his cases a heavy leather helmet equipped with a large, stuffed leather gag, and put it on her head. When it was tightly laced, and he was certain she was breathing easily, he locked the door, pocketed the key, and went downstairs. When Mandy awoke, she lay still a moment, wondering what had happened to her. I remember that salesman, she thought, and then... nothing. His face had seemed strangely familiar... About this time, she realized that she couldn't move. In fact, she was held so rigidly immobile, that for a moment, she couldn't imagine how it had been done. Oh, NO! she thought. It's Dodds, it must be! I should have known I was overdue for one of his visits, why didn't I recognize him? And just when I was really starting to have fun with Jason. ...what in the world has he got me in, a block of cement? Although she would have vehemently denied it to almost anyone else, Mandy was not one hundred percent dominant. |