His eyes sharpened slightly.
“So I’d take that from you.”
Silence stretched for a beat as I continued, more certain now.
“I’d pick a position that limits you. Something that makes you feel it slipping.” I swallowed, then added, “A blindfold. Take away your ability to see and to anticipate.”
His smirk faded, replaced with something more focused.
“Go on.”
“Arms and legs restrained,” I continued. “Not just tied, but secured to each other first, then anchored to the chair so you can’t shift or leverage your strength.”
I met his eyes again.
“Make you still as possible. Make you wait like that.”
A slow, approving nod followed.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “That would do it.”
“What about Marco?”
I stilled.
The thought of him here… in that chair… within reach.
Soclose.
Silas’s voice cut through the thoughts, drawing my focus back. “You can’t hesitate when he’s in front of you, Lena. You can’t show him any weakness. He’s taken enough from you already.”
I nodded.
“Naked,” I said finally.
Silas’s brow lifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.
“I would strip him of everything,” I continued, my voice gaining strength as the thought took shape. “The same way we’ve stripped everything else from him. His power, his control… all of it gone.”
I held his gaze, becoming surer with each word I spoke.
“Marco prides himself on what he owns. People. Wealth. Status symbols. I’d take all of that away.”
A slow breath left me as the image sharpened.
“I’d put him in that chair with nothing. Not even clothes."
My nails dug into my palms as my hands curled to fists.
“I’d make him sit there for a while. Feel his vulnerability.”
A pause.
“And I’d remind him,” I said with certainty, “that everything he thought made him powerful is gone because of me.”
I met Silas’s eyes without any doubt.
“That he’s nothing now.”
