Hunter. Ларс Кеплер

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      Sofia wakes up coughing. She suddenly remembers where she is. She is tied to Wille’s bed. She’s on her back, held in place by the leather straps. He’s tied her so tightly that the muscles in her legs and arms are straining. Her wrists are burning and her fingers are ice-cold.

      Her mouth is bone-dry, her tongue feels swollen and sore.

      Her thighs have been spread, pushing her dress up around her waist.

      This can’t be happening, she thinks.

      He must have drugged one of the champagne glasses while it was still in the cabinet.

      Sofia hears a business-like conversation from the next room. Someone used to being in charge is talking.

      She tries to lift her head up to look out of the window, to see if it’s night or morning, but she can’t. It hurts her arms too much.

      It has just occurred to her that she has no idea how long she’s been lying there when he comes into the room.

      Fear fills Sofia’s heart. She feels her throat constrict and her pulse race.

      What definitely mustn’t happen has happened.

      She tries to calm herself, thinks that she needs to get a conversation going. She has to make him realise that he’s picked the wrong girl, but that she won’t say anything if he lets her go right away.

      Sofia promises herself that she’s going to quit being an escort, she’s been doing it for too long, and she wastes the money on things she doesn’t need.

      The man is looking at her with the same hunger as before. She tries to adopt a relaxed expression. She knew right from the start there was something wrong here. But instead of turning around and walking away she ignored her gut instinct. She’s made a catastrophic mistake.

      ‘I said no to this,’ she says in a composed voice.

      ‘Yes,’ he replies with a slow smile, and lets his eyes roam all over her body.

      ‘I know girls who think this is OK. I can put you in touch with them if you’d like.’

      He doesn’t answer, just breathes heavily through his nose and steps to the end of the bed, between her legs. She feels sweat break out all over her body, and tries to prepare herself for what’s to come.

      ‘This is assault, you do realise that, don’t you?’

      He doesn’t respond, just pushes his glasses up his nose and looks at her with great interest.

      ‘This is making me feel very uncomfortable and violated,’ Sofia begins to say, but stops when her voice starts to tremble.

      She forces herself to breathe more slowly, to try not to seem scared, not to beg. What would Tamara have done? She can see her friend’s freckled face in front of her, that slightly mocking smile, the hardness in her eyes.

      ‘I’ve got your information written down in a book in my flat,’ she says, looking him in the eye.

      ‘What details?’ he asks casually.

      ‘Your name, which is presumably made up, but the address here, your email, the time of our meeting …’

      ‘So now I know that,’ he nods.

      The mattress rocks as he starts to crawl up the bed towards her. He stops between her thighs, swaying, then grabs her underwear and pulls. The seams don’t break, and her shoulder aches as if it’s been dislocated.

      The man tugs again, with both hands. It stings as the underwear cuts into her hips, but the reinforced seams won’t tear.

      He whispers something to himself, then leaves her on the bed.

      The mattress sways again, and Sofia can feel her thighs starting to cramp.

      She has a fleeting memory of football practice, the way she could tell when a cramp was on its way, the tightening of her calves as she tried to pick out lumps of mud from her cleats.

      Her friends’ hot red faces. The noisy locker room, the smell of sweat, liniment and deodorant.

      How has it come to this? How did she end up here?

      Sofia tries not to cry. She feels like she’s finished if she shows fear.

      The man returns with a small pair of scissors and cuts through her underwear on both sides, then pulls them off.

      ‘There are plenty of people willing to do bondage,’ Sofia says. ‘I know—’

      ‘I don’t want girls who are willing to do it,’ he interrupts, tossing her underwear onto the bed beside her.

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