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The detained woman made herself comfortable in the interrogation room, tapping nonchalant the desk located next to where she was seated. The data from her ecive had all been purged right after they sent them to her vulgus contact. All they can do is question her day in and day out.
Wearing a blazer and skirt, she was a member of the research team's R&D, the perfect department where she can gather valuable data from other avenues of Albion. Tilting her head, her long blonde hair swayed, as she met the gaze of Sharen. She smiled for all she needed to get out of her predicament is...
"I want a lawyer. Your tactics won't work on me.
"There are no tactics at play here. Miss..." Crossing her arms, Sharen opened her ecive to display the detainee's personal details. "...Ava Williams. 24 years of age. Orphan. Heart rate, normal. Hired only six months ago and not a single blemish upon your record...until now. With your entire cooperation, there is a possibility that we can swipe this whole thing under the rug. I am your ally, Ava, not the Legion of Truth and their less than stellar design for humanity. Allow me to help you."
The timbre in Sharen's plea sounded genuine, but Ava knew it for what it is, a ruse. She would be a fool to even consider this agent's 'help'.
"Don't make me repeat myself. I'm not speaking without the aid of a lawyer."
"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." Sharen sighed, pressing the holographic interface hovering in front of her. "No. 6, you are needed here in the interrogation room."
The moment Freyna walked into the room, Freyna's cold, calculating eyes met Ava's, only for the latter to break away.
Sharen commented, "How amusing, my ecive shows a sudden spike in your heart rate the moment Freyna entered."
And for the first time during her captivity, Ava's timbre hinted at how Sharen got under her skin. Her patience wears thin, she will not entertain whatever it is that Sharen was implying.
"What you lot are doing is unlawful detention, release me now or Albion will suffer a scandal. You descendants call yourselves humanity's finest when you can't even treat an ordinary human with decency."
"Not only are you uncooperative, you also have the gall to be feisty." Freyna remarked, sitting opposite to Ava where she can gaze at the detainee with inquisitive eyes. "I'll take it from here, No. 0."
With her bearings about her, Ava crossed her arms. Freyna thinks her to be Feisty? She will get exactly that.
"Your good agent, bad agent routine is useless. So lobby your threats, let's get this over with."
"As you wish."
Freyna stood, her smirk striking Ava anxious, as if she was about to show Ava how bad she can get. The only security Ava can lean on was the fact that they cannot lay a hand on her.
How quickly Freyna's hand grabbed her throat left Ava wide eyed in horror. The strength endowed by being a descendant meant Freyna could crush her throat if she willed. But a fate far worse than awaited Ava.
"What are you...*cough*....unhand me!" Ava seized the arm that choked her, but it claimed her neck like a metal vice, unflinching before her feeble strength.
The toxins behind Freyna's jacket pumped ominous. Suddenly, she felt a sharp prick from the tips of Freyna's glove before she was freed from her terrorizing hold.
Yet even as Freyna removed her hand from her throat, the terror of what Freyna had done lingered.
"W-what did you do to me!?" Said Ava, touching her neck as if she could gouge out whatever it was that Freyna injected into her.
"A little something that should make you a bit more...cooperative."
Falling to hee knees, Ava felt the toxin blaze into her entire being, inflicting a fever-like warmth from head to toe. Her pale skin flushed rosy as Freyna needed only to cup her chin, making her squirm in equal parts dread and delight, forcing Ava to lock eyes with the wicked agent.
"It's my special blend of toxin. Can you feel it setting fire to your veins? Blurring the line between agony and pleasure. Although heavily modified, it's still my toxin and if it festers long enough, your blood vessels will pop. Wouldn't that be a sight?"
The image of her mangled corpse laying on a puddle of green gore mingled with the terror of her violation. It was unbelievable that they would stoop so low just to make her confess!
"Y-you're...lying!" Ava stammered as the toxin ravaged her senses.
"Am I? Can you afford to see if I'm bluffing?"
These opportunities to test her modified toxins on a live subject was rare, and to witness it subjugate Ava, bringing the proud woman down on her knees, a kind of twisted joy washes over Freyna.
As Ava's temperature continues to rise, pain and ecstasy manifested as tears across her cheeks. The toxin had won.
"The data I've sent to the Vulgus had been wiped from my ecive! I'm sorry, it doesn't exist anymore!"
"Is that so? If there's no data to recover then maybe we should proceed with your sentencing here and now."
As if Ava was not panicking enough, hearing those words made her heart race even further like it was about to pop.
In her desperation, Ava embraced Freyna's knee.
"No, please, I don't want to die! I-I'll work to recover the stolen data, I promise! I'll do anything!"
Freyna sighed, "You will resume your post here in Albion, but you will be under my strict supervision. We will use you to feed disinformation into the enemy ranks. Are these terms acceptable?"
"Y-yes, yes they are!" Ava vigorously nodded.
Satisfied with Ava's surrender, Freyna lowered herself, snatching Ava's lips with a kiss. Ava's tears ceased as an overwhelming sensation of gladness overcomes her, so glad that she let Freyna's tongue meet with hers. Bit by bit, the toxin's agony was lifted with every sway, removing the scalding pain and leaving only the soothing pleasure.
Their kiss continued until Freyna had completely neutralized her toxin.
Now standing, Freyna looked down upon the dazed Ava. A wicked smile upon her lips, she relished the fact that she had acquired a fantastic plaything.
"I look forward to working with you, Ava."