Simms didn't know what he was doing, truth be told. He didn't know anything about the angles that the prisoner was supposed to be sitting at, and he wasn't sure that a pillowcase was the right thing to use, anyway. He was more accustomed to holding people's heads under water, but moving Cecilia to do that wouldn't be his best idea, and he knew it. He continued for another moment, then set the milk carton aside and yanked the pillowcase off of Cecilia's head. "Well that didn't work," he admitted, grinning down at her before he slapped her across the face. "Right? You're still breathing, right? There's my girl!"
Then again he was gone, just for a second, before returning with something else he found in the kitchen. Hopefully Cecilia enjoyed that moment of breathing uninhibited, because in the next, Simms raised up a sheet of plastic wrap, just long enough for her to see what it was before he pushed it over her face, stretching it around her ears and holding it over her tightly. Giving her a moment to talk just felt pointless to him, and boy, was he curious if he could make her beg him to stop.