<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br/><br/>Enzo rose from his chair and walked toward his captive. He had no fear in him. This was not entirely due to her weakened body. For the first time he saw in her eyes and heard in her voice the fear that he had hoped to engender. It was good, but it was only a first step. There remained an entire palette of emotions to explore. Fear was the wedge that would open her armor.<br/><br/>The back of his hand caressed her impossibly white skin, not unaffectionately. She was still beautiful, even in her grotesquery of a costume. That too would need to be stripped from her before he could truly own her soul.<br/><br/>"The point, Agent 53? Nothing more or less than the truth. It's our currency here, we who deal in lies and fabrications. Possibly the only thing of value we have left. For example... You claim a singularity of purpose. You believe, perhaps, that the only thing you care about is your mission. Destroying me. And that you would happily sacrifice yourself to do so. I happen to believe that isn't true."<br/><br/>Taking a grasp on her shoulders he turned her to face the mirror, only an arm's length away. He stood behind her, his callous devilish face visible to her just above her left shoulder, his fingers still gripping her and forcing her attention forward. The lighting served to clearly illuminate her changed body, down to the last detail.<br/><br/>"Let us take your body, for example," he began. "I observed you closely in the woods. You used your body like a finely honed weapon. Years of physical training, I would imagine. Day in, day out. The finest martial instructors. A highly regulated diet, I would imagine. Countless sacrifices, yielding a female form as close to perfection as you could achieve. Am I correct? It would be unthinkable that after all of this you would not take a measure of pride in what you had achieved." As he spoke her form returned to the fighting trim that she had possessed when she came to the island. The second skin of her outfit revealed her perfect muscle tone. It would avail her nothing, though; from the neck down she was paralyzed.<br/><br/>Gently he brushed her long shining hair over her shoulder, sending it cascading down to veil her left breast. "But perhaps I am mistaken, and pride is of no consequence to you. Then it would not pain you to see that which you had worked so hard to achieve being taken away from you."<br/><br/>His eyes were cold. Under his gaze the Power began to work on her, transforming her again. The changes were subtle at first. A slight puffiness of the face. A few wrinkles. An uncomfortable pressure around her midsection. Then an acceleration of the effects. Her arms swelled, the Olympian muscles dissolving under rolls of fat. Her belly bulged, pressing painfully against the corset until it burst and fell to the floor under the pressure of a now large and still growing gut. Behind her, invisible to her view but still clearly felt, her ass grew to an ungainly and unattractive size. Her posture slumped under the effect of the new weight being borne by muscles that were not equal to the task. Only her breasts did not suffer the increase in size, though their subtle curves were now monstrously overshadowed by the body that they stood upon.<br/><br/>Not only her weight and tone were changed. Her skin became pockmarked and wrinkled, as if years of abuse and maltreatment had occurred in an instant. A spray of acne spread across her face, and down her neck. Her hair shortened and became frizzy and uneven, inexpertly styled to cover several small bald patches. Even her face suffered from abuse, the nose lengthening into a disturbing hooked shape, the perfect teeth tilting and pressing against each other until two crowded jagged yellow rows remained. The corner of one eye pulled down into an unattractive droop.<br/><br/>The previously comical yet still flattering outfit now only served to highlight her grotesque appearance. He pulled her arms to her side, so that nothing could be concealed. Another slight modification ensured that her eyes would not close, and that her vision could not be turned aside from the image of the spectacle she had become.<br/><br/>"Now, Agent 53," Enzo whispered in her ear. "Tell me that your mission is all that matters to you. Tell me that your allegiance to masters who sent you on this doomed errand is more important than anything else. Tell me this, so that I can release you. You will kill me and walk free from here, to spend your life like this, forever. My poor little clown."<br/><br/>He paused, letting the reality of her situation sink in, and then added almost as an afterthought. "Or, of course, you could have everything back and more. Everything you could possibly desire."<br/>