Max can't say no.

Lydecker walked into the room to find Max strapped to the chair, weak from the ordeal, her body laid limp in her seat.

"Max..." he said softly ?Look at me.? Max tilted her head up towards the sound of his voice and opened her eyes.

"Mmmmfmmum," She mumbled weakly at him, hate in her eyes. Lydecker had to smile, even after what she had gone through she still had fight left in her. He moved closer to her and removed the gag from her mouth, then unstrapped her from the chair.

"Stand up" he ordered. As commanded she did, rising to her full height before she began to wobble, her legs to weak to hold her up she lurched over holding on to the chair for support. A look of confusion crossed her face for a moment as she struggled to stay standing.

'Why the fuck did I stand up' Max thought to herself. Her mind was still hazy from whatever they had done to her. All she knew was that she was untied and now was good as any time to make an escape. Gathering what strength she had she threw a punch intended to land square on Lydecker's jaw.

"Stop!" Lydecker yelled as soon as he noticed her stance change. He looked at Max, amazement in his eyes as he stared at her fist, just a few inches from his face, frozen in mid air. Max's fist recoiled quickly as the confusion in her eyes grew.

"What the hell did you do it me?" she asked meekly, too confused, too scared, too weak to put up anymore of a fight.

Lydecker couldn't help but to chuckle at the situation. She obviously couldn't refuse any physical order she was given, and making her stand on one foot seemed too childish so he asked her a question. "What is your name and designation?"

"Max Guevara, X5-452" she replied without thinking. Her mouth shut quickly after she had spoken, her hand shot up to cover it. Lydecker smiled to himself, this was going to be too easy, he might as well have some fun while he could.