His mind, usually so sharp and stubborn, disconnected completely from his will. He still remembered the horror of being sixteen and realizing he had no firewall. An alpha staff member had once told him to stay in a hallway, and Liam had stood there for six hours.
He hadn't moved, eaten, or even blinked until that person came back and told him he could go.
He completely lost the ability to say no.
In that state, Liam was nothing more than a tool waiting for instructions. If an alpha told him to kneel, his knees would hit the floor before he could even process the insult. If they told him to give up his secrets, his machines, or his body, he would hand them over with a hollow, eager-to-please smile.
Anything.
No matter how sexual, cruel, humiliating, or immoral, he would do it without a second thought, because the part of him that could resist simply died.
That was why he had spent his life building fortresses.
