Your silence to the question was met with the cattle prod being jammed into your side as you wailed in pain. You glanced up through tear filled eyes to the figure of Ocelot as he stared down at you with a blank expression, though you could've sworn he was smirking. You took to begging as you swore up and down that you didn't do anything, though Miller cut you off with a repetition of the question:

"How long have you been working with CIPHER and how did you get them on Mother Base nine years ago?" He sternly replied as he stood up and jerked his head on the direction of a small tray of needles that Ocelot had prepared. Ocelot crossed over to the tray and picked up one of the needles to which you bucked and yelled in repeated protest and begged him to stop. You were certain if you looked hard enough you could see Venom Snake behind the double sided glass watching the whole event go down and waiting for you to confess, though your thoughts were broken as Ocelot yanked your head so you faced him instead

"Hey, hey, hey, lovely. Just confess and this could all be over." He chided with a grin, though it was clear even if you did confess something, then he would continue for shits and giggles. The leather of his glove crinkled as he squeezed your jaw tighter before eventually sighing, and stating: "Well, it's more fun this way anyways." He brought the needle to the side of your neck as he pressed the point through your skin and gave a slight chuckle as he let the dose of swishing liquid begin to flow through your blood stream. "There we go, now don't you just feel amazing?" After a few seconds the effect seem to kick in, the immense sensation of severe intoxication seemed to roll over you in waves as he stared at you in satisfaction and tossed the needle back on the tray