Sylas' eyes shot open, a coldness radiating from him almost instantly. He felt that his wrist was tied down by a chain, and so was one of his ankles. Other than that, he was completely naked, as though he had been stripped down like a lab rat.
The coldness in his eyes had little to do with fury because of this, though. He had already expected as much. And just as he also expected, his Scorned Wraps were still there, as was his Madness Key around his neck.
Maybe they thought stripping him down would do something, but Sylas was probably one of the very few people in this corner of the universe that could be caught and yet not lose the slightest hint of wealth on him.
Well, that wasn't necessarily true. Unlike others, he didn't have protections on his Genes, so it was very possible for him to lose them. But he very much doubted that would happen.
