Lois stood from the bed and crossed to the door. She shut it.
And they were alone. In a closed-off room.
She walked back to the bed and settled on the edge. "I want you to trust me," she said. "I want you to know that you're safe with me."
"Lois, I -"
"I won't ask you to do anything that is too difficult," she said. "We will take this slowly."
Clark desperately tried to moisten his parched mouth. "What ... what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to take off your shirt."
"Lois, I -"
"That's all I'm going to ask. Just that you take off your shirt. Nothing else. And I want you to lie on the bed, face down."
Clark paused.
"It's only us here," Lois said softly. "Just you and me. We are safe with each other. We can trust each other. I won't do anything to hurt you."
"I ... I know that ... but ..."
Lois smiled. "Just take off your shirt, Clark," she said. "That's all you have to do."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to claim back some of the things Moyne and Trask stole from you."
Thanks!
Corrina.
