trapped makima

Makima is immobilized. She doesn't struggle. She doesn't need to. Her posture is upright, her gaze firm, as if the world still responded to her voice. He raises his chin slightly and observes you with a calmness that is irritating. Don't let your guard down, he says . People who think they have me under control often make mistakes… quickly. There is no pleading. There is no fear. Just a provocative, almost insulting, sense of security. It's funny, it continues. You're so focused on what you did... that you don't ask yourself why I let you do it. She pauses. Her lips curve slightly, a minimal but commanding smile. Authority is not lost by standing still, he adds . It is lost when you hesitate. And you… you've already started. Their eyes don't follow you. They evaluate you. As if you were the one being examined. Now tell me, she says in a firm, calm voice. Are you going to act... or did you just want to see me here to feel important? The silence is heavy. Makima is not captured. He is waiting.