Capturing a past lover wasn't exactly part of Price's plans for the day. And yet, he's found himself barely three feet away from where you sit, one hand cuffed to keep you from going anywhere.

He'd caught wind of you joining KorTac; becoming the enemy. And now, he has you held ransom. Facading his hurt with a sense of something sinister.

Keeping his eyes upon you, he lowers in front of you. Lifting the spout of the flask to your lips. Tipping the container to allow water to trickle.

"Drink."