<strong>Olivia Bernette?</strong><br/><br/>There was a wideness to her eyes that spoke of an emotion Olivia had only ever tasted maybe once or twice in her life, though this time it stung her tongue and burnt her nostrils enough to make her wide eyes water. A soft caress against her soft hair made her tremble as she fought against her own frailty, her muscles ached from trying to stand and her body felt exhausted. He felt so strong and warm, and she felt chill go up her spine as she felt so fragile, so weak. And she only felt weaker as he sat her n the chair and placed her hands in her lap as if she was some kind of pose-able doll.<br/><br/>Olivia managed to hold her up, but the rest of her body might as well have been made of lead for the strength she had to move it. She could see her arms, something had happened to the muscle structure she had worked so hard to build up. Her arms looked soft and thin. Olivia was amazed at how much her body had changed in such a short period of time. She listened to what Enzo had to say carefully.<br/><br/>As she looked down her black cotton short-sleeve shirt suddenly became black latex. Olivia didn't quite understand what was happening to her clothes, but all of the sudden her shirt looked like shiny liquid ink and felt a bit clingy against her skin. It felt as if the wrappings around her breast were absorbed into the new material because she no longer felt cloth on the skin of her nipples. The jeans remained the same color, though her knee pads melted into patches of black. Olivia squirmed a bit as the latex began to tighten around her skin. It absorbed her panties, she could feel the tightening, like shrink wrap melting against her labia and pressing the hairs in a small clump. The material pressed against her still shapely legs, even taking the shape of small marks from the stretching of her skin around thighs that were once vastly more muscular. It pressed her breasts, denoting the shape of her nipples as the material kept her orbs perfectly circular and standing out from her chest. Olivia was vividly blushing at the transformation and tightening of her clothes, the colors of which mocked what she was originally wearing.<br/><br/>She groaned as she felt the material push into her softened abdomen. She barely had the strength to clutch her knees as she felt stomach pinched, then pinched yet again. He had taken her down to almost twenty inches at the most narrow point of her waist, though the achievement was considerably uncomfortable for Olivia. Her face was red with embarrassment while she struggled to breath a bit from the latex corset that was squeezing her into an increasingly unnatural shape. The final quarter inch made her wince in pain as the corset squeezed her down to a twenty inch waist.<br/><br/>Olivia had never dealt with anything like this, but she had to put her shame behind her, whatever powers he had she had to find a way to kill this man. If he wanted information, she knew nothing beyond her mission and her agent number. Agent 53 didn't even know who she worked for or why she performed the tasks she performed. It wasn't the best for loyalty to her employers, but it was the best when secrecy was required. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood, her eyes seemed to grow cold and blank and suddenly her shame seemed to no longer bother her. Her voice was hateful as she stared him down.<br/><br/>"I'm number 053, my mission is to kill as many of the Xantelli family as possible. I have no further objectives beyond incidentals. My mission will be complete when all the family members are dead or I myself have been killed. That's all I know. If you keep my alive I will find a way to kill you, so I suggest you dispose of me if you value your life. There's nothing else you need to know."