A bit dazed, Ice looked up at him as he opened the back door and started to pull her out. Easily he lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder as he walked into the house. The young woman was amazed at how no one, not a single soul, saw what he did. Quickly he moved through his house, barely letting her get a glimpse of anything as he made his way downstairs to his basement. All her grey eyes saw was the floor until they crossed over a bar on the floor and soon her trembling ivory skin met the cold steel of the chair. Shuddering for a moment, she looked up at him as he claimed she was home.<br/><br/>Soft tears fell from her eyes as she looked up at him, trying to use her face to plead with him to let her go. Squirming against the chair, she tried to lean forward, to stand up but without the balance from being able to part her legs or use her hands, she fell into him as she felt her body collide with his. Even in the horribleness of his act, the thought crossed her mind as he actually smelled good. Patrick would help her back to the chair as she wondered about the pj’s he picked out for her and the clothes in general.