She ran frantically around the house, as fast as she could while carrying a candle in her hands. She scurries to each window and places the candle on a small place nearby, whose sole purpose is to hold that candle. Then she proceeds to latch the window, quickly and precisely.
She even shakes it a few times, to make sure it is secure. Then she repeats the process at every window. All of the windows on the base level of the house are fastened. She grabs the candle and steadies it in one hand, and with the other, lifts and carries her long flowing skirts as she climbs the stairs carefully. She repeats this tedious task on every floor of the mansion, which has at least 15 rooms on each of the 5 levels. Once she is done, she climbs the stairs, and the last room that she comes to is the attic room. She opens the door, and then locks it behind her. The candle that was once a tall pillar is now almost a puddle of melted wax. She takes it to the last holder, and snuffs it out. In the room that is now dark, she removes her dress, her many skirts, her under things, stockings, and shoes. She arranges them in a little pile. She walks across the floor, barefoot and naked, to the bed that awaits her. She places the blindfold over her eyes, tying it tightly. She lay on the crisp and newly changed sheets, and reaches down to the manacles, by touch alone. She locks her left foot, then her right. Then she lay back, stretching as far as she can, and fastens her left arm to another pair of shackles. Her right arm is left free. She is silent, waiting, wanting. She hears the first window being opened, the one by the front door, then the second, then the third, until every window of the first floor is opened. Then the second floor windows are all opened, and then she hears the last window being opened- the one at the foot of the staircase to the attic. It’s coming, she says to herself, and she feels herself grow moist and eager. She hears the door burst open, and feels the wind from all of the open windows. This wind that caresses her naked body, takes her in a way no man could… so completely, so savagely. Her free arm reaches out to touch the phantom, and grasps nothing but empty air. And then as soon as the last wave of pleasure is released, the manacles and shackles break. And when her body can take no more, the wind subsides. Then, only then, does she remove her blindfold. It is the early hour of the morning now, and she rises from the bed. Then she goes down the stairs, and begins to shut every open window, letting the warm light of dawn caress her naked body.