When Simms hit her, Cecilia's ear rang and both her head and neck seemed to open up and scream in agony. She definitely had a concussion, and it took all of Cecilia's strength to keep from vomiting. Waves of nausea were crashing over her now, and she wouldn't have been surprised if Simms even heard them. But she could not, would not, throw up. She knew if she started she might not stop for a while, and she didn't think for a second that Simms would turn her on her side.
She was still recovering when she saw the plastic wrap, but she had no time to react. Her heart dropped, and suddenly she was sure that he really did mean to kill her. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could, but it didn't take long before she was desperate for oxygen. She struggled in earnest, knowing all she needed was to get one hand free. She refused to die this way.