<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br/><br/>Enzo caught the smaller woman in his arms, easily supporting her weight. Her attempt to wrap her arm around his neck resulted only in what an observer might mistake for a half-hearted hug, though her expression was far from friendly. His own face bore a mask of cruel amusement. He held her against his chest, stroking her hair indolently. "There, there. Poor dear. If you're going to kill me, you'll need to do much better than that."<br/><br/>She felt warm against him, and he toyed with the idea of taking her to the bed and forcing himself on her. It wasn't as if she could resist, and the tensions of the day, playing with both the slave and the tourist, had certainly put him in the mood. Yet he was here to indulge in a higher, more refined pleasure. The sculpting of a body and the breaking of a mind. Mere sex could be used as part of the process, of course - often it could serve as the keystone of a subject's degradation. To play that card immediately, though, would be gauche.<br/><br/>He settled her back down into her chair, placing her hands in her lap. He left her enough strength to hold her head upright, to look into his eyes. "Poison? No, nothing so crude. Though the effects may be similar. What you're experiencing, though, is far more dreadful. Put simply, I have enlisted the aid of your body against you. We are enemies, you see -- I hope that you will be able to put this ludicrous cover story of yours behind you now. It is an unfair contest, as your flesh is no longer yours to command. And such lovely flesh it is, too. A bit obscured, though."<br/><br/>As he spoke the Power began its work. Her outfit was not unattractive; he made a mental note to restore it in some form in the future. But he desired something more revealing. In seconds the loose cotton weave was transformed into a thin yet virtually impenetrable latex material, matching the previous colors and style exactly. The new clothes then began to shrink, constricting around the agent's slender body to form a second skin that revealed the texture of even her slightest imperfections. The waist in particular tightened cruelly as stiff supports formed a corset that bit into her abdomen, forcing her into an unnaturally exaggerated hourglass shape. After all, people had been sculpting flesh for hundreds of years without the benefit of the Xantelli power, he reflected.<br/><br/>"I promise you, this experience will be easier for you to survive if you begin with the assumption that I can do anything. That's closer to the truth than you might think. It may be unbelievable, but it is true." With a flick of his finger, the already punishing corset tightened by another quarter-inch. "Now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? The truth, this time."<br/>