Patrick left for a moment and returned, wheeling a folded up cot across the basement floor.<br/><br/>"I know it's small. Too small to fit both of us. But that's OK. It will just be for a few nights. Promise. I'll get you moved upstairs eventually. How soon will depend on you, Ice. I'll know when you're ready. You'll know when you're ready. And when you are, we can finally sleep together."<br/><br/>He unfolded the cot and mattress. Next, Patrick lifted Ice from the chair and carried her to the cot. All the chains remained in place for the time being. But he did untape her ankles, leaving one ankle cuffed and chained.<br/><br/>Patrick also uncollared her, tossing it and the chain aside. Now Ice was bound at the wrists, chained to the floor by one ankle, and heavily gagged.<br/><br/>He brought a pillow and a light blanket.<br/><br/>"You look tired, hon. Try to get some sleep.,"<br/><br/>Patrick picked up her soft legs and swung them onto the mattress. Then he lovingly stroked her face, as if half of it wasn't covered by tape.<br/><br/>"Rest, love."<br/><br/>As if Ice wasn't shaken enough, Patrick called her attention to a red plastic button on the wall, about an inch in diameter, above her head.<br/><br/>"If you need anything, or have to pee or something, hit that button. Probably with your nose. It will set off a sound in my bedroom upstairs. OK?"<br/><br/>Patrick kissed the top of her head. As he did, she noticed the CC camera in the upper corner of where she was. It was pointing squarely at the cot area.<br/><br/>Patrick could watch her whenever he wanted.