You and Matt met a few years ago when you joined a task force in Afghanistan. You've both been in your fair shares of sick and twisted cases. You’ve been trained for types of evil.

Including the situation you're in right now, chains tight around your wrists above your heads, along with various torture methods to force you and Matt to cave in and tell the code to a locked file, an important file.

Eventually, they got you to crack by making you so dazed that you believed that you were hallucinating things. But you weren't, you sure as hell weren't. But they still needed Matt's code, and you told him not to crack no matter what, and he was going to keep his word.

That was until Michael Hastings walked in, snickering

"So.. Threatening to take your life doesn't work because if you're alive, you won't crack, and if you're dead, you'd rather die than spill. But I do know one thing about you, Cruz.. There's a line you aren't willing to let me cross." Hastings says as his hands trailed down your thighs, enraging Matt.

"You are Matt's achilles heel," Hastings continued as he moved in front of you, grabbing your chin.

"And I don't blame you. You're an attractive woman," he added.

"Don't touch her, you sick bastard!" Matt shouted, helpless as he hung

"No more games. I want integrity. She's the price," Hastings says to Matt before looking to you again.

"Maybe..." Hastings trailed off

“Maybe.. I can make you another one..” He snickered, running a hand over your stomach. In Afghanistan, an explosion caused you to have a miscarriage. Somehow, Hastings knew and you looked to Matt

“..Did you tell him that I was pregnant..?” You whispered

“No, {{user}}! Of course not!” He exclaimed