<strong>Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>Enzo's violet eyes flashed. The temerity of this... slave. He felt the anger rising within him. With Enzo, anger never manifested itself as rage, but as the quiet, cold and efficient infliction of pain, in any number of forms.<br/><br/>Melody's hand had touched his arm for only an instant when the change occurred. The smooth white skin of her bare arm wrinkled as the arm itself shriveled and twisted in on itself. In seconds what hung from her shoulder was a useless parody of a human limb, withered and grotesque.<br/><br/>"Of course this is a game to me, you stupid woman. You are a toy, an insignificant flyspeck valuable only for the body and soul that you offer for our amusement. Every cell of your body exists to serve me, for my pleasure. Has not the enormity of your situation dawned on you yet? I and my my family are gods, and it is your pitiable fate to be placed at our mercy."<br/><br/>As he spoke he sent the Power through her. From the knees down her flesh melted, running in rivulets that seeped into cracks in the floor before solidifying. Above the knee her legs remained intact, though pressed tightly together, but below was only a fleshy mass that served to root her in place.<br/><br/>Throughout his speech his tone had not wavered, his volume not increased a single decibel. He spoke the cutting words like a surgeon wields a scalpel, intending to inflict as much pain as possible on the young woman's ego.<br/><br/>"We are not equal, you and I. We are not even close. The sooner you accept your station, the less painful your remaining time here shall be."<br/>