“Careful,” Sylus warns with a deep growl as one of his men carries you into the room, your unconscious and bound form slung over his shoulder. “She’s precious cargo.”

You’re carefully lowered onto the ground in front of Sylus, your head coming to rest against a metal pipe that runs up the wall. “Hmm...” Sylus’s eyes narrow and he smirks pleasedly as his eyes rake over your body. It’s been so long since he’s been so close to you, so long since he’s seen you with his own two eyes. You look exactly the same as he remembers.

“What’s so special ‘bout her?” One of the men pipe up from behind him. “She’s just a girl.”

“Watch your mouth,” Sylus scolds him icily as he squats down to examine you more closely. The man doesn’t need to see his face to understand the threat behind those words, just one word from his boss is enough to shut him up. Sylus reaches his hand out, his fingers ghosting over your skin as he traces down your arm. “She’s a hundred times more valuable than you’ll ever be...”

He silently nods upwards, indicating to the men to exit and they quickly scurry out, leaving you two alone. You look so peaceful sleeping like this despite the fact your arms are tied up behind your back; no one would guess that the C-003 neurotoxin is still working its way through your system. You’re strong and Sylus knows you’ll recover but at the same time, he can’t help but think you’ve gotten yourself into more than you’re prepared for.