<strong>Enzo - Hidden Entrance to the Labyrinth, then Olivia's Cell</strong><br/><br/>Coming through the main brothel wasn't a wise idea. Luckily the Labyrinth afforded many other entrances for those in the know. And precious few exits. The car ride had been short and silent. He saw little need to begin the interrogation in such an inconvenient setting. Far better to sit in the front seat, observing her with his Power without turning his head. She sat in the back, sandwiched between the two musclebound slaves, who were equally uncommunicative.<br/><br/>If she tried to make a move, even in her depleted state, he would of course counter her. But he hoped that wasn't necessary. A contest of strength was not what he was after. Physical strength could be granted or withdrawn at will. He was far more interested in her spirit. Owning that was the primary objective. If that could not be achieved, then destroying it would be a regrettable substitute. It would be a pity, though, to squander such a rare being thus.<br/><br/>The route to their room had been cleared of traffic. The room itself looked very little like the sort of dungeon that one might expect to find this far below the ground. It was windowless, of course, but in other respects quite comfortable. One corner of the large room was furnished as a bedroom, with a king-sized four poster bed piled high with comforters and pillows. A nook in another corner held basic restroom facilities, including a shower. The large clear area in the center of the room boasted a thick and expensive Oriental rug. The remainder of the chamber was similarly lavishly furnished; desks, chairs, a table, a few sofas, a liquor cabinet. All in all, it looked far more like the sort of prison a dictator in exile might merit, and far less like the scene of Olivia's imminent moral destruction.<br/><br/>There were safeguards, of course. He wasn't stupid. Four slaves, disguised as some of the furnishings. Utterly loyal, awaiting their opportunity to prove themselves and earn promotion from inanimate status. Their souls stood out sharply to his Xantelli vision.<br/><br/>In the exact center of the room, on the carpet, sat two comfortable armchairs. They were perhaps six feet apart, facing each other. Each had a small endtable to the side. Enzo sat in one of them, crossing his legs at the ankles. At a signal from him the guards released their prisoner and quickly exited, the incongruous steel door closing behind them. Enzo gestured at the facing armchair.<br/><br/>"Please, Olivia Bernette, have a seat. There's no reason that we can't be civilized about this."<br/><br/>