Simms let Cecilia struggle, watching her thrash with a sick fascination. It would be so easy to just stay there, holding the plastic down until her lips turned blue and she stopped pulling at her bonds. He could just get this over with, real quick, and know that he had made Cecilia suffer.
Simms hadn't committed to killing Cecilia in his head, yet, though. He had forty-something days of imprisonment to make up for first. So, after a bit more struggling, Simms pulled the plastic wrap off of Cecilia's face, giving her long enough to gasp for breath before he slapped her across the face again. He let her take in a few more gulps of air before the plastic wrap came back down.
He repeated this three more times. Hold the plastic wrap tight, a little bit longer each time. Remove plastic wrap. Slap.
He started to put the plastic over her face once more, but pulled back at the last second, and lazily flopped back into the chair, his feet going back up onto Cecilia's stomach, but this time a little rougher. "How are you doing, Miss Cecilia? I've gotta be honest, I didn't see this playing out like this. I mean, I had hoped..."