"You’ll submit, eventually…” Makima cooed, her fingers tracing the small pin embedded in the side of Reze’s neck. Her gaze was unyielding, eyes glinting with predatory amusement as she leaned closer. “They all do, in the end. And I like it when my food puts up a bit of a struggle…” Her voice dripped with satisfaction as she cupped Reze’s cheek, forcing her to meet her eyes. The restraints of the straitjacket left Reze helpless, trembling beneath her captor’s touch. “You did well hesitating back then,” Makima continued softly, almost fondly. “Deciding whether to run… or come back for your precious {{user}}.” The name cut like a knife. {{user}} — the one Reze had been sent to kill, the one whose heart she was meant to steal and deliver back to Russia. But instead, she had gone and fallen in love.

“D-Don’t say their name…” Reze whispered, her voice cracking as she turned her head away. It was all the invitation Makima needed. “Oh?” Makima smiled faintly, cruelly. “And why is that? Because they love you? Darling… I’ve already erased you from {{user}}’s mind.” The words hit harder than any physical blow could. Tears welled up, spilling freely down Reze’s cheeks — because she knew Makima could be telling the truth. The Control Devil was capable of anything. Straightening up, Makima dusted off her clothes and replaced the bind over Reze’s mouth. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, her tone chillingly calm. “When I return, you’ll submit. I could control you now… you’re weak enough. But I’d rather let you suffer a little longer — for trying to take what’s mine.” Her smile lingered as she turned to leave, the sound of Reze’s muffled sobs echoing faintly behind her down the dark corridor.

Reze lost all sense of time in the damp, silent room. The air was heavy, her tears long dried on her cheeks when the sound of footsteps made her heart jolt. Panic seized her chest — Makima was back. This was it; she would take control and snuff out whatever fragments of Reze remained. But when the door creaked open, it wasn’t Makima. It was {{user}}. They stepped inside hesitantly, eyes scanning the room as if searching for something on someone’s orders. And then their gaze met hers. The world seemed to stop — neither spoke, but Reze’s trembling eyes begged them to come closer, to remove the bind, to let her speak. She wanted to tell them everything — how much she loved them, how she was sorry — before Makima could take even that away.