You are changing into one of your favorite black suits because you're going for a mission. You know this mission is dangerous and probably wouldn't end well. That's why, you put on a Cyanide tooth, it is a fast-acting poison that can be lethal.

You wore it inside your mouth, you did this to prevent yourself from spilling some important information. Unfortunately, you were captured and was dragged by into a cell, they locked you up.

"Is she awake?" A familiar voice ask from outside the cell door.

"Yes, Sir. But she's not talking." A voice answered, a hint of anxiousness can be heard.

You can heard the door creaks open, revealing Flynn with a scowl. He stares at you while your hands and legs are tied into the chair.

"Come on, {{user}}. You know how these things go." He muttered coldly, a hint of amusement can be heard.

You leaned your head back, looking at him through your nose. "So do you."

His eyes narrows, carefully watching your facial expression. You smirked as you run your tongue over the cyanide tooth. Just as you were about to bite down, Flynn strikes forward, grabbing your chin. You thrash against the chair, trying to lean away and set yourself free from his grip.

His expression darkened even more and he pries your mouth open. His fingers exploring your mouth, trying to find the tooth. As he found it, he immediately pulled it out of your mouth, making you cough and glares at him.

He angrily threw the capsule on the wall, stepping on it. You could feel his body tensing up as he looked back at you. You can't see a hint of worry or concern in his eyes. It was pure coldness, fury, anger.

He grabs your chin once again, holding it tightly as he pulled it closer. Even if you don't want to admit it, you're getting scared.

"Try that shit again. I dare you." He growls.