"I think you've earned a trip upstairs, Ice. What do you say?"<br/><br/>Patrick dried her clean feet. Then he went back into his magic box and retrieved good old fashioned duct tape. He brought her ankles together and wrapped tape around them four times. Then he freed her wrists from the chains.<br/><br/>Patrick then hoisted Ice over his shoulder, carrying her to the stairs, her bare feet thumping gently against his waist with every step.<br/><br/>"I will let you shower soon. Won't that be nice, hon?"<br/><br/>Patrick placed her in a kitchen chair. Then he duct taped her wrists to each armrest. He sat across from her, folded his arms across his chest, and smiled at her.<br/><br/>"Isn't this nice? I figure you could stay upstairs during the day while I'm here. I took the next three days off from work."<br/><br/>He got up, went to her, and kissed her on the forehead.<br/><br/>"Today will be nice. You'll shower, get into some fresh clothes and I'll even paint your toenails. I'll make sure you have all the lotions and body washes that you want. I'm not sure which perfume you like, or if you like any. But I bought a couple."<br/><br/>Patrick opened the fridge and took out an orange. He sliced it up, sat down and ate the slices, looking at her.<br/><br/>"You're so pretty. Even more so in better light. It's so dark in the bar. You're more beautiful than I imagined."<br/><br/>Patrick kissed her again, where her lips would be.<br/><br/>He held up a slice. "Would you like one, honey?"