on that sunny autumn day harald vanger had been in a good mood, almost friendly. but without warning, a long way into the woods, he began to berate her with humiliating invective and revolting remarks about her morals and sexual predilections. he snarled that no wonder such a whore could never keep a man.

her brother apparently did not notice that every word from their father struck her like a whiplash. instead, birger suddenly laughed and put his arm around his father and in his own way made light of the situation by making some comment to the effect that you know full well what women are like. he gave cecilia a cheerful wink and suggested that harald vanger take up a position on a little ridge.

for a second, a frozen instant, cecilia vanger looked at her father and brother and realised that she was holding a loaded shotgun in her hand. she closed her eyes. her only option at that moment seemed to be to raise the gun and fire both barrels. she wanted to kill them both. instead she laid down the weapon at her feet, turned on her heel, and went back to where they had parked the car. she left them high and dry, driving home alone. since that day she refused to let her father into her house and had never been in his.

you ruined my life, cecilia vanger thought. you ruined my life when i was just a child.

at 8:30 she called blomkvist.

bjurman was in pain. his muscles were no use to him. his body seemed to be paralysed. he could not remember if he had lost consciousness, but he was disoriented. when he slowly regained control over his body he discovered that he was lying naked on his bed, his wrists in handcuffs and his legs spread painfully apart. he had stinging burn marks where electrodes had touched his body.

salander had pulled the cane chair over and was patiently waiting, her boots resting on the bed as she smoked a cigarette. when bjurman began to speak to her he found that his mouth was sealed. he turned his head. she had pulled out all his drawers and dumped them and the contents on the floor.

"i found your toys," salander said. she held up a riding whip and poked around in the heap of dildos, harness bits, and rubber masks on the floor. "what's this one for?" she held up a huge anal plug. "no, don't try to speak - i won't hear what you say. was this what you used on me last week? all you have to do is nod." she leaned towards him expectantly.

bjurman felt cold terror piercing his chest and lost his composure. he tugged at his handcuffs. she had taken control. impossible. he could do nothing to resist when salander bent over and placed the anal plug between his buttocks. "so you're a sadist," she said matter-of-factly. "you enjoy shoving things inside people, is that it?" she looked him in the eyes. her face was expressionless. "without a lubricant, right?"

bjurman howled into the adhesive tape when salander roughly spread his cheeks and rammed the plug into its proper place.

"stop whimpering," salander said, imitating his voice. "if you complain, i'll have to punish you."

she stood up and went to the other side of the bed. he followed her helplessly with his eyes... what the hell was this? salander had rolled in his thirty-two-inch tv from the living room. she had placed his dvd player on the floor. she looked at him, still holding the whip in her hand.

"do i have your undivided attention? don't try to talk - just nod. did you hear what i said?" he nodded.

"good." she bent down and picked up her rucksack. "do you recognise this?" he nodded. "it's the rucksack i had when i visited you last week. a practical item. i borrowed it from milton security." she unzipped the bottom pocket. "this is a digital video camera. do you ever watch insider on tv3? this is the gear that those nasty reporters use when they have to record something with a hidden camera." she zipped the pocket back up.

"where's the lens, you're wondering. that's the great thing about it. wide angle fibre optics. the lens looks like a button and sits hidden in the buckle on a shoulder strap. maybe you remember that i put the rucksack here on the table before you started to grope me. i made sure that the lens was directed straight at the bed."

she held up a dvd and slipped it into the player. then she turned the cane chair so that she could sit and watch the screen. she lit another cigarette and pressed the remote. advokat bjurman saw himself open the door for salander.

haven't you even learned to tell the time?

she played the whole disc for him. the video ended after ninety minutes, in the middle of a scene where a naked advokat bjurman sat leaning against the bedstead drinking a glass of wine as he looked at salander, curled up with her hands fettered behind her.

she turned off the tv and sat in the chair for a good ten minutes without looking at him. bjurman did not dare move a muscle. then she got up and went into the bathroom. when she came back she sat again in the chair. her voice was like sandpaper.

"i made a mistake last week," she said. "i thought you were going to make me give you a blow job again, which is disgusting enough in your case, but not so disgusting that i couldn't do it. i thought i could easily acquire good documentation to prove you're a filthy old prick. i misjudged you. i didn't understand how fucking sick you were.

"i'm going to speak plainly," she said. "this video shows you raping a mentally handicapped twenty-four-year-old girl for whom you were appointed guardian. and you have no idea how mentally handicapped i can be if push comes to shove. anyone who sees this video will discover that you're not merely a pervert but an insane sadist. this is the second and i hope the last time i'll ever have to watch this video. it's quite instructive, don't you think? my guess is that you're the one who's going to be institutionalised, not me. are you following me so far?"

she waited. he did not react, but she could see him quivering. she grabbed the whip and flicked it right over his genitals.

"are you following me?" she said more loudly. he nodded.

"good. so we're singing from the same song sheet."

she pulled the chair up close so she could look into his eyes.

"what do you think we should do about this problem?" he could not give her an answer. "have you any good ideas?" when he did not react she reached out and grabbed his scrotum and pulled until his face contorted in pain. "have you got any good ideas?" she repeated. he shook his head.

"good. i'm going to be pretty fucking mad at you if you ever have any ideas in the future."

she leaned back and stubbed her cigarette out on the carpet. "this is what's going to happen. next week, as soon as you manage to shit out that oversized rubber plug in your arse, you're going to inform my bank that i - and i alone - have access to my account. do you understand what i'm saying?" bjurman nodded.

"good boy. you will never ever contact me again. in the future we will meet only if i decide it's necessary. you're under a restraining order to stay away from me." he nodded repeatedly. she doesn't intend to kill me.

"if you ever try to contact me again, copies of this dvd will wind up in every newsroom in stockholm. do you understand?"

he nodded. i have to get hold of that video.

"once a year you will turn in your report on my welfare to the guardianship agency. you will report that my life is completely normal, that i have a steady job, that i'm supporting myself, and that you don't think there is anything abnormal about my behaviour. ok?"

he nodded.

"each month you will prepare a report about your non-existent meetings with me. you will describe in detail how positive i am and how well things are going for me. you will post a copy to me. do you understand?" he nodded again. salander noticed absent-mindedly the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"in a year or so, let's say two, you will initiate negotiations in the district court to have my declaration of incompetence rescinded. you will use your faked reports from our meetings as the basis for your proposal. you will find a shrink who will swear under oath that i am completely normal. you're going to have to make an effort. you will do precisely everything in your power to ensure that i am declared competent."

he nodded.

"do you know why you're going to do your very best? because you have a fucking good reason. if you fail i'm going to make this video extremely public."

he listened to every syllable salander was saying. his eyes were burning with hatred. he decided she had made a mistake by letting him live. you're going to wind up eating this, you fucking cunt. sooner or later i'm going to crush you. but he continued nodding as vigorously as he could in reply to every question.

"the same applies if you try to contact me." she mimed a throat-slitting motion. "goodbye to this elegant lifestyle and your fine reputation and your millions in that offshore account."

his eyes widened involuntarily when she mentioned the money. how the fucking hell did she know that...

she smiled and took out another cigarette.

"i want your spare set of keys to this apartment and your office." he frowned. she leaned forward and smiled sweetly.

"in the future i'm going to have control over your life. when you least expect it, when you're in bed asleep probably, i'm going to appear in the bedroom with this in my hand." she held up the taser. "i'll be checking up on you. if i ever find out you have been with a girl again - and it doesn't matter if she's here of her own free will - if i ever find you with any woman at all..." salander made the throat-slitting motion again.

"if i should die... if i should fall victim to an accident and be run over by a car or something... then copies of the video will automatically be posted to the newspapers. plus a report in which i describe what it's like to have you as a guardian.

"one more thing." she leaned forward again so that her face was only a couple of inches from his. "if you ever touch me again i will kill you. and that's a promise."

bjurman absolutely believed her. there was not a vestige of bluff in her eyes.

"keep it in mind that i'm crazy, won't you?"

he nodded.

she gave him a thoughtful look. "i don't think you and i are going to be good friends," salander said. "right now you're lying there congratulating yourself that i'm dim enough to let you live. you think you have control even though you're my prisoner, since you think the only thing i can do if i don't kill you is to let you go. so you're full of hope that you can somehow recover your power over me right away. am i right?"

he shook his head. he was beginning to feel very ill indeed.

"you're going to get a present from me so you'll always remember our agreement."

she gave him a crooked smile and climbed on to the bed and knelt between his legs. bjurman had no idea what she intended to do, but he felt a sudden terror.

then he saw the needle in her hand.

he flopped his head back and forth and tried to twist his body away until she put a knee on his crotch and pressed down in warning.

"lie rather still because this is the first time i've used this equipment."

she worked steadily for two hours. when she was finished he had stopped whimpering. he seemed to be almost in a state of apathy.

she got down from the bed, cocked her head to one side, and regarded her handiwork with a critical eye. her artistic talents were limited. the letters looked at best impressionistic. she had used red and blue ink. the message was written in caps over five lines that covered his belly, from his nipples to just above his genitals: i am a sadistic pig, a pervert, and a rapist.

she gathered up the needles and placed the ink cartridges in her rucksack. then she went to the bathroom and washed. she felt a lot better when she came back in the bedroom.

"goodnight," she said.

she unlocked one of the handcuffs and put the key on his stomach before she left. she took her dvd and his bundle of keys with her.

it was as they shared a cigarette some time after midnight that he told her they could not see each other for a while. cecilia turned her face to him in surprise.

"what do you mean?"

he looked ashamed. "on monday i have to go to prison for up to three months."

no other explanation was necessary. cecilia lay in silence for a long time. she felt like crying.

dragan armansky was suspicious when salander knocked at his door on monday afternoon. he had seen no sign of her since he called off the investigation of the wennerstrom affair in early january, and every time he tried to reach her she either did not answer or hung up saying she was busy.

"have you got a job for me?" she asked without any greeting.

"hi. great to see you. i thought you died or something."

"there were things i had to straighten out."

"you often seem to have things to straighten out."

"this time it was urgent. i'm back now. have you got a job for me?"

armansky shook his head. "sorry. not at the moment."

salander looked at him calmly. after a while he started talking.

"lisbeth, you know i like you and i like to give you jobs. but you've been gone for two months and i've had tons of jobs. you're simply not reliable. i've had to pay other people to cover for you, and right now i actually don't have a thing."

"could you turn up the volume?"

"what?"

"on the radio."

... the magazine millennium. the news that veteran industrialist henrik vanger will be part owner and will have a seat on the board of directors of millennium comes the same day that the former ceo and publisher mikael blomkvist begins serving his three-month sentence for the libel of businessman hans-erik wennerstrom. millennium's editor in chief erika berger announced at a press conference that blomkvist will resume his role as publisher when his sentence is completed.