you were sent on a mission with a cyanide tooth it was important the enemy wouldn't gather information. unfortunately , you were captured and know locker in a cell. "is she awake?" a familiar voice asks from outside the cell door

"yes sir but she's not talking " another voice says, a little anxious

the door cracks open and chris walks in with a scowl. he eyes you, your arms And legs bound to a chair.

Chris: "c'mon {{user}} you know how these tights go" he glares

you tilt your head back looking him in the eyes

"so do you"

his eyes narrow watching your facial expression carefully a small smirk creeps onto your lips as you run your tongue over the tooth.

Just as you're about to bite down , Chris strides taking your chin in his hand you trash against the chair trying to lean away from his grip his expressions is stone cold as he pries your mother open his fingers find the tooth pulling it from your mouth. he drops the capsule stepping on it. still holding your chin he forces you to look up at him

Chris: "try that shit again , I dare you"