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Truth Serum	By : caramelcaptain Category: Marvel Verse TV > Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Views: 13987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Truth Serum
- 1
Hacking came easy to Skye, it always had. Now, people, they were another case entirely. Coding, CSS, it all had rules. If you were good, if you could master it, you could shape the digital world at your whim, with nothing to hold you back but your own wits and imagination. People were unpredictable. Uncontrollable. It was just as frustrating as it was exciting and she had worked her whole life to figure out how to work people like she worked code. Breaking into a classified database, demolishing a firewall, unleashing a virus, they were all child’s play, but she still couldn’t go five minutes without putting her foot in her mouth when talking to anyone over the age of twelve. But over the years, she’d gotten better at it, better at being aroundpeople.
Hell, after getting the upper hand on the so-called super agent, Grant Ward, it had taken all of her energy not to burst with pride. She had just settled on gloating incessantly for a week or so. But after hearing that there had been no such thing as truth serum, she had deflated faster than a punctured life raft. Ward had played her and like an idiot, she had fallen for it. He had gotten the better of her and it was not something that she could accept. Payback would be a bitch.
She almost liked Ward, to her surprise. Almost. There was something very genuine about him despite the fact that he buried whatever appealing qualities he had under mountains of cynicism and general prickliness. He was rude, humourless, arrogant and annoyingly, unreasonably good looking. It really wasn’t fair. He had these moments of humanity that made Skye infinitely confused as she fluctuated wildly between wanting to punch him or give him a hug. He had opened up to her again and Skye truly wanted to believe that he was telling the truth, but she couldn’t know. He had already fooled her once. She had no idea what kind of person he really was. But she was about to find out.
With a spring in her step, she made her way through the halls towards Ward’s quarters (which to her annoyance were considerably larger than her own). Though she wore nothing but a long shirt and her underwear, bearing her legs for all to see, she walked with a sense of purpose, as if she was on her way to a mission of her own. The others were asleep as the plane cruised through the clouds en route to their next mission. Though Skye had serious doubts that Agent May ever actually slept. In her hands was clutched a silver syringe, glinting in the dim fluorescent light guiding her path. It had taken some doing to get that intel, but with the resources now at her disposal, she had managed to find that there was in fact a truth serum. They just didn’t have it. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if Coulson or Ward knew about it. It was still in its experimental phase and had been deemed “too volatile” for use.
Apparently, it was altogether too effective, forcing the victim to drop all of their inhibitions for a short period of time. That had piqued Skye’s interest. Ward without the stick up his ass? That was something she needed to see. An order had been placed, discreetly of course and under Coulson’s name and on the last drop off she had picked up her package, trying to keep the dumb, cheese eating grin off of her face when she smuggled it on board the bus. One little prick and the much larger prick wouldn’t know what hit him.
The door to Ward’s room slid open and Skye froze, her jaw falling open. Obviously, May wasn’t the only one who never slept. With a thud, Ward’s feet hit the floor as he released the pull up bar attached to his ceiling, hastily wiping the sweat from his bare chest with a towel. He slipped on a shirt, glaring at Skye in his typical way and she made sure to keep her eyes fixed firmly on his own, not on the disconcertingly well-formed contours of his abdominal muscles.
“What do you want, rookie?”
She stammered, her jaw flapping though her tongue seemed unsure of what it was doing. Finally, she found her voice and realised that she had stepped forward, crossing the threshold into his room.
“I … I just wanted to talk. Free country, right?”
He just grunted and sank back down onto his bunk, shaking his head. This drew a scowl from her. It never ceased to infuriate Skye, the fact that he alternated between treating her like a friend or like she was some kind of rat.
“What’s your problem?” he growled.
Her eyes flashed and she faced him, nose upturned indignantly.
“You are.”
Ward raised an eye brow and rose from the bed so that his shadow fell over her. She stared right back up at him, jaw set in a defiant grimace. He met her gaze and for a moment, they stood in silence, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. But his eyes drifted downwards upon catching the glint of the syringe in her hands.
“What the hell is-“
The words were muffled by her lips as she kissed him, desperately, furiously, stealing his breath in one gulp. She had been forced to think fast after he had spotted her little toy and that wasn’t exactly her strong suit. She had panicked but by the luck of the draw, it had worked. He almost didn’t notice the syringe jabbing into his thigh. Almost.
His eyes widened and he pulled away from her as the syringe clattered to the floor. Ward shot her a furious look and outstretched an arm but it dropped, refusing to follow its master’s orders. He stumbled, as if hit by a sudden wave of nausea, his eyes becoming dull and unfocused.
“What did you do to me…?” he mumbled, swaying unsteadily.
Skye’s grin was almost too wide to fit on her face.
“You remember that truth serum thing? I looked it up. Turns out it DOES exist.”
Ward jabbed an accusing finger at her as his eyes drooped.
“You …”
The finger fell and his body followed suit, landing face first on the floor with a thud. Skye’s eyes widened and she knelt by his side immediately. Trembling fingers latched onto his shoulder and shook hard, but he remained still. She hadn’t expected that. Guilt stabbed through her, she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. Skye gulped, her heart hammering against her ribs. This was bad.
“Agent Ward?”
Still nothing. Shit. This was REALLY bad. She shook him harder and with a grunt, she managed to turn his heavy frame over so that he was facing upwards. His eyes were closed though to her relief, Skye could see he was still breathing.
“Agent Ward! Wake up!”
She slapped him, lightly on the cheek and her heart leaped when he let out a grunt. That was something at least.
“Grant!”
She went to slap him again but suddenly found his iron fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. She squeaked as his eyes snapped open. A chill raced through her. There was something different about him.
“You,” he snarled.
Before she could even make a word of protest, his free hand had tangled roughly with her hair and pulled her towards him to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. No … it was not so much a kiss as it was a … a mauling. His lips crushed her own; his tongue was everywhere, forcing its way into her mouth as he swallowed, devoured the moan that bubbled from her throat. Dizzying, tingling spirals of electricity raced through her even as his lips broke away. She shook her head, laughing softly to herself. That had been unexpected.
“Well … that was … that was something … ”
Ward only grunted, continuing to stare at her with those fiery, smouldering eyes, filled with such heat that had never been present before. Or perhaps she had just not seen it. His head dipped forward and though her brain told her to pull away, to leave the room before this could go further, his lips were on her throat, lips massaging her skin and teeth nipping at her with just the right amount of force. Her eyes closed and her lips quivered. This felt … this felt right. She hadn’t realised she had wanted this until now, she hadn’t realised how MUCH she had wanted this until now.
His hands, hands of steel and stone and burning heat were suddenly everywhere, mauling the skin of her bare legs, inch by inch until they had found their resting place on the flesh of her ass. She squeaked in a decidedly undignified manner, making her blushing at the sound as well as his touch. This was wrong. She could only imagine what Coulson would say. No doubt their lips even touching broke a dozen regulations. But hell, when had she ever been too concerned about that?
A surprised gasp left her when he suddenly rose, his fingers still digging into her rear so that he lifted her bodily off of her feet. She squeaked again as he pushed her against the wall, crushing her under his infuriatingly chiselled form. His lips found hers again and for the third time, Skye found herself lost inside his mouth. She almost didn’t notice his fingers travelling around her leg to scrape against her inner thigh, moving slowly but surely to brush against the thin layer of cloth covering her sex … which she realised to her embarrassment was sopping wet. God, what was he doing to her?
She pressed her hand against his chest, ignoring the fact that it felt like it was made of granite and pushed against him, causing him to break the kiss.
“Ward … I … just stop and-“
“No.”
There was a darkness, a menacing fire to his voice that she had never heard before and it sent a chill racing up her spine. She wasn’t sure whether it was from fear or excitement. Most likely a bit of both. His hands were all over her again and she had to stifle a yell when his fingers ripped the thin cloth of her panties off to cast them aside. She was bared before him and she shrank back even while he held her in his grip. This was too much, too fast.
“Do you understand what you do to me, Skye?” he snarled.
She blinked, unsure of what he was talking about, other than the fact that she had stabbed him in the leg just moments ago.
“Wha-“
Her words turned to a yelp as his hands moved from behind her to run beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips skimming against bare, flushed flesh. They traveled higher, pushing her shirt up as he went, palms sliding hot against her thighs before spreading them apart just slightly. His lips found her jawline and throat, marking his claim on the exposed skin.
“From the moment I saw you,” he growled. “I’ve wanted to fuck you.”
A visible shiver travelled from her toes to the roots of her hair and her hands instinctively scrambled for purchase, hands latching onto his forearms. A soft, low moan tumbled from her open mouth, derailing her train of thought entirely.
“All I’ve wanted to do since we’ve met is fuck you. Fuck you and take you, claim you and make you mine.”
His hands latched onto the backs of her thighs and with a grunt, he wrenched her up from the ground to press her flush against the wall. With a speed that was preternatural, he had parted her thighs only to grind between them, hard, and up to pin her against the wall with his body. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her legs with such force that she was sure that he would leave his mark, black and blue upon her skin. That wasn't the only mark he would leave. Suspended in his grip, he was free to do whatever he wanted and she closed her eyes, a drawn out, shuddering moan escaping her throat as his teeth staked their claim on the flushed skin of her neck. There were small, nipping stings of pain, but it didn't matter to her, it didn't override the tremendous heat rushing through her as she felt his heat burning between her legs.
“I just want to fuck you until you scream. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand.”
She could only cling onto him, fingers raking through his hair as more obscene words flowed from his lips in between his devouring of her trembling flesh. She felt his fingers digging even harder into her thighs, the delicious pressure sending bolts of ecstasy running up her spine. God, she wanted it so much it hurt. The very thought of him just taking her, fucking her senseless up against the wall was making her head spin. Her hips bucked against his, even as he held her in place against the door as her entire body cried out for him.
“I know you want it too,” he snarled.
Skye was panting, breath out of control and body suddenly deciding to give out on her. It felt like she was on fire as the rough fabric of his pants pressed against the all too sensitive flesh between her legs. It was too much, he was too much.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Was he insane? Did he know what he was doing to her? She couldn't breathe, no matter how much air she tried to suck down her throat, her lungs were straining. She realized that she was positively dripping with sweat, her back slick against the wood as he smothered her against the wall. His lips, his hands, they were everywhere at once, engulfing her in a whirlwind of unadulterated lust. She was burning up, the fire raging in between her legs spreading to consume her inch by inch. She could feel his bulge pressing hard against her and even through the layers of cloth, the friction sent tendrils of fire curling through her already fried system.

She was moaning wantonly now, struggling to marshal her thoughts into coherent words, to no avail. He wanted her to say something, but her tongue would not answer her commands. A voice in the back of her mind told her to keep her mouth shut, in case someone would hear the obscene noises she was making, but it was but a whisper, drowned out by the roar of passion. Her hips twitched, grinding desperately in an attempt to press herself closer to the ecstasy she knew was waiting, but it was no use. His hands kept her pinned against the wall.
“Ward …” she groaned, her eyes watering from the sheer overwhelming sensation.
“Say it.” His voice was louder this time and her spine arched, a lightning bolt of pleasure arcing through her when his coarse finger swiped the burning line of her sex.
“Oh god …”
“Say it.”
She didn't care where they were, she didn't care who was listening or who might barge through that door at any second. She wanted him. She needed him. “Fuck me …. Please, Ward, I need it, fuck me …”
She prayed that he would hear her, she prayed that he would understand that if he did not to do something soon, she would be consumed by the flames entirely.
“Again.”
He pressed closer against her and she realised that she hadn’t even noticed him stripping off his pants and underwear, so delirious was she with lust. She looked down and her eyes widened. Her throat constricted and she gulped audibly. He was … he was certainly well endowed. Another maybe-fear-maybe-exhilaration shiver ran through her and that shiver turned into a full blown tremor of agonising ecstacy when he began to rub it against her sex, long and slow, up and down. She couldn't suppress the shuddering moan that escaped her lips as she felt his erect rod grind against her. It was as if there was a bar of fire pressed against her, searing her very skin. Her body, seeing what was coming before her mind could began to squirm, her own sex throbbing in anticipation. She shook her head, her voice keening, rising as the lust overtook her.
“Oh … oh … oh fuck … oh god … please … j-just … fuck me … I need it. FUCK ME!”
Without further delay, Ward buried himself inside her even as she remained suspended in his grip, pinned against the wall. He reared back and then drove himself into her with a single brutal plunge, driving into her with enough force to rattle her teeth. Pure ecstacy surged through her as each inch of his burning length filled her. It was so incredibly hot. she could feel every inch of him searing her as her velvet depths shuddered and squeezed around him.. She felt so full.
“Aaauuughhh ohhh go-g-god! FffuuuckYES!”Skye howled out, bliss twisting her face as her pussy quivered around his cock uncontrollably. She could feel the head of his member pulsing inside her and the sensation was simply something else. He stayed still, embedded inside her only for a moment before moving. And when he started moving, she could only hold on for dear life. Ward had no time for starting slow. As soon as he began to thrust, his hips snapped against her at a rapid, jackhammer pace, hard, harsh and unforgiving, thrashing her about like a ragdoll. She had never in her life been fucked like this before.
Skye's head tilted back and she could only moan as he penetrated her quivering tunnel from a new angle, one that directly stimulated her engorged clit. He pushed into her, harder and harder, furiously slamming into her with utterly reckless abandon. She could feel her legs trembling, she could feel her arms quivering as he took her, slowly driving her further and further towards the edge, towards the inevitable explosion.

“Oooohhhh ffffuuuuuuuckkk,” she breathed, clinging on for dear life as her entire body shuddered against him, the tremors threatening to break her death grip around his shoulders. “So …s-so ffffucking FULL!”
His lips were against her ear, whispering, snarling, scorching her skin with his breath.
“I am going to take you, rookie. I am going to fucking destroy you. I’m going to ravage you, make you scream until your lungs burst. You belong to me.”
Skye continued to cry out as she felt herself tightening, squeezing and twitching inside with each thrust. Her hair was flinging every which way from the force of his assault, her whole body coming undone as the hard grind of his hips broke her apart, pieace by piece. Each thrust forced Skye’s breath out, making her moans come out choppy and ragged. Unthinkably, impossibly, he was fucking her harder and harder with each thrust, slamming into her with such force that she feared they would break the wall. He thrust harder and harder, fiercer, deeper, grunting each time until he speared her, impaling her so deeply that her eyes bulged.
The impact made Skye scream out once more before her body lurched violently in his grip. Her eyes rolled back as everything else in the room, in the plane, in the world melted into oblivion. The only thing that mattered was the roiling, rippling wave of euphoria washing over her. Her muscles locked and spasmed, her necks strained as her head whipped from side to side. It felt like sanity itself was being washed away by the way. But at this point, she couldn’t care less. She was shivering and bucking with him impaled inside her, and each wave of blinding pleasure that rampaged through her made her pussy ripple around him. It stretched on and on until Skye was fairly sure she would suffocate.
She could feel her insides twisting, twitching around his pounding member as she continued to shudder and jerk in his grip. Nails raking like claws over Ward’ shoulders, arms and chest, Skye sobbed into his neck as he churned her into a pile of sexual mush. It felt as if it dragged on for an eternity, a brutal, wondrous, debilitating whirlwind of ecstasy that erased all thoughts of missions or Shield or the Rising Tide. There was only the cock plunging in and out of her. Tears sprung from the corners of Skye's eyes, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. As the burning began to fade, her entire frame sagged in his grip, melting against Ward, completely limp aside from the occasional tremors wracking her body in the aftershock of the disaster that had ravaged her. His thrusts ground to a halt but for the third time, a shiver ran up her spine as he heard her chuckle deeply into her ear.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
He pulled away from the wall still holding her, still buried inside her as he walked into the middle of the room. With no support, he held her up simply with the pure strength of his arms with her fingers laced around the back of his head. Their eyes met and she gulped, still half delirious from pleasure upon seeing him grin. She had never seen him grin like that before.
Skye felt his hands on her hips as he leaned back. She saw his whole body tense and coil as if to pounce. She cried out instantly as she felt him drive into her brutally through her still raw and painfully sensitive snatch. It was a cry that was equal parts agony and ecstacy. Once again he plunged into her sopping pussy with all of the force of a freight train. He slammed into her, deep, so deep, sending pleasuring shuddering through her body to force a litany of garbled, wanton sounds from her mouth until she was moaning and yelping loudly like a bitch in heat. Holding her helpless in his grip, he began to drag her body up and down his cock while he thrust, flinging her about as if she was some weightless sex doll. His renewed assault was relentless and each thrust was quickly pulled back out only to repeat the process of driving himself into her again rapidly. The pressure inside her shattered her boundaries again as she plummeted into oblivion once more. This time her orgasm was relentless and unexpected, not giving her nearly enough time to recover. She let out a high pitched wail as she convulsed in his grip, hips shuddering as her pussy convulsed around him.
Her sex twitched and spasmed around his driving rod, juices flowing freely to drip on the carpet as he continued to fuck her relentlessly through her orgasm. Even as she shook and wailed, he drove onwards like a man possessed, sweat pouring off of his body, grunting with exertion but not slowing down in the slightest.
Skye snapped back into reality as he continued to ruin her pussy, breath coming in rapid and desperate gasps, punctuated by hoarse, shuddering shrieks.
“OH G-go-hoahh-GOD! N-no … Augh, STOP! I … I cann—auuagh-AHH! C-can’t – I CAN’T T-TAKE It!" Her orgasm continued to spiral higher and higher and all she could do was cling to him desperately as he ravaged her. She was certain that she was going to shatter, break into a million pieces at any moment. In the back of her mind she realised that she had gotten in way over her head. What kind of monster had she created? But with another thrust, even that thought was erased, replaced only with burning, searing pleasure.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched at an impossible angle, almost falling out of his grip, pressing her quivering breasts against his chest as she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her whole body was descended into a mess of violent convulsions until Skye finally found her voice again and let out a scream of pure lust and desperation. The pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, mind numbing, heart stopping. It felt like she was going to die. All she could do was cling to the man destroying her and try to stay alive as wave after wave of debilitating pleasure threatened to rip her apart. It was too much, it was all too much, she was overloading, overheating, her system was crashing. With a final groan, she shuddered and fell limp for a second time, the whole world becoming a blurred mess.
When she next became aware of her faculties, she found that she was face down, her cheek buried in the carpet. Her body was still burning; it felt like she had been hit by a truck. She was dimly aware of the fact that she was now completely naked, her shirt lying in shredded tatters on the floor nearby. But when she heard the growl behind her and felt the hands grab her hips, roughly pulling her up to her hands and knees, she realised it wasn’t over yet. She moaned weakly as she was lifted by his hands, struggling, gasping for breath as her battered body tried to figure out what was being done to it.
The only warning Skye had was feeling Ward tense, right before the depth charge as he hilted himself inside her pussy with one violent thrust. An incoherent howl, more animal than human escaped her lips as he reached the end of his thrust deep into her. But he didn't pause and hold there. Instead Ward withdrew from her squeezing cunt and began to pound into her at the same crushing, unforgiving pace, not giving her a second to even begin to catch her breath.
Each time he stabbed into her, an animal moan escaped Skye’s lips. She was panting and it felt like she was about to collapse in on herself. She squeezed down with her pussy, massaging his length in a desperate attempt to get him off, but to no avail as he continued to maul her, drawing out more and more of her primal song. Before long, Skye was babbling with little coherence, reduced to a primal, feral state, begging and pleading for her sanity.
“F-fuck … I … oh god … it’s …. Too .. uuunnnhhh, too b-big! Too big! … T-too m-much! UGHHNN! GOOAHH! P-puh-please Y-you’ll s-split me … AHHH! A-apart!”" Skye’s mind was utterly gone, shattered and then pieced together again through lust.
In between screams she gasped for breath, head bobbing and lolling limply from side to side as he continued filling her over and over with unrelenting savagery. Ward had let himself go, abandoning all restraint as he slammed into her, jarring her as he drove his cock into her juicy little fuck hole. Her arms, quivering uncontrollably, gave way and she collapsed underneath him, her lower half held up only so he could continue fucking her into oblivion.
"I-gguuuuhh … I c-can’t … I cannuuuhh ahhh – b … b-reaauuughh … I c-can’t breathe..." Skye wheezed.
Her eyes were rolling back into her head and her arms scrambled weakly for something to hold onto. She felt as if she was being devoured, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t survive this much longer. As he continued on his rampage and pummeled her body, Ward did not let her off the hook. His hands wrapped around her waist and slid under her, up her toned stomach, higher and higher until her doughy, quivering breasts filled his palms.
“You are mine!” Grant roared, his voice slipping into a thick grinding rumble as he continued to plunge into her depths, punctuating each word with a thrust that made Skye’s eyes bulge and her breath hitch in her throat. With his hands latched onto her shuddering, rippling tits, he dragged her up, arching her back so that her entire front half was supported by his iron grip on her breasts using them as levers to drag her screaming back into his dick with even more force.
“You. Are. MINE.”
Skye found herself frozen as every muscle in her body seized up completely as her pussy danced wildly around his member. Her shrieks suddenly choked off, descending into a long, silent cry that soon became incoherent pleas and gasps as another orgasm rocked her. She could feel herself clamping around him, the searing inferno blasting through her and surging around inside her womb before racing along her spine to gather in her skull, making her head spin rapidly. Tears began to leak from her eyes as her system simply became overloaded with stimulus. Her muscles were beginning to burn from the constant contractions and the pleasure was starting to fade into pain. She writhed feebly, thrashing with what little energy she had left as Ward pulled her back so that she was trapped against his chest.
"G-gooooaauuuughhhd …uuuaaaaghghhh … I … I’m ccuuuhhhmmmmiiiing …. I-I cauughhn …. I caaaannn’t …. I c-can’t ….”
She felt blackness beginning to creep around the edges of her vision once more. Her climax lasted well over a minute as she trembled in his grip, breasts jiggling, pussy twitching, ass shaking, eyes fluttering, until finally she simply couldn't take it. Skye was barely even aware of his seed coating her inner walls as he exploded inside her before collapsing, burying her spent form with his own. Her tiny, shivering body melted into the carpet, sticky with her own juices.
Ward blinked rapidly as he extricated himself from her, rolling to her side onto his back. He was gasping for breath, slowly coming to his senses. After a moment he sat bolt upright, his eyes wide. Clarity returned to the agent as the serum that had addled his senses faded away, allowing him to realise what he had just down.
“Oh no … no, no, no …”
His eyes surveyed the wreckage, the clothes strewn about his room and the ruined woman laying quivering and half-conscious before him. Skye was covered in sweat and Ward grimaced, seeing the hand marks on her ass and the cum still leaking from her beet red pussy to form a thick, goopy puddle on the floor.
With some effort, he lifted his head to find her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Her breathes were so shallow that unless he watched her closely, it didn't look like she was breathing at all.
"Rookie?” he said, concern clear in his voice, a stark contrast from his previous feral state.
No answer.
He rolled off her over and with a gentleness that was at odds with everything that had happened before, he cradled her, slipping his arm beneath her shoulder in order to hold her up and bring her closer to him. Her head lolled to the side bonelessly, her hair strewn across her flushed face.
"Rookie?” he said louder now, his concern mounting. What had he done to her?
Skye felt like a cluster of fried nerve endings, her body so sensitive, she just wanted to curl up forever, but as she lay back still, breathing heavily. She did not utter a word or move, too overwhelmed, too dazed to even think.
“Skye, wake up.”
At the sound of her name, her eyes fluttered open. They were dazed and unfocused and it took long moments for clarity to return. A ghost of a smile fluttered across her exhausted features.
“That … excalated quickly …” she managed to whisper, her eyes drooping lower with each word.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
A soft tremor was chased away by his embrace, allowing Skye to rest her head on his chest. Her head was still spinning and her lungs were only now beginning to fill with oxygen again.
“Once I can feel my legs again, we’ll find out,” she murmured.
“That was dumb. What were you thinking? I could have killed you.”
Skye chuckled as her eyes finally slid shut.
“Worth it.”
Ward sighed, cradling her to him as she drifted into sleep. Once he was sure she was gone, his face cracked and a smile touched his lips. With one hand still holding her, he fished the empty syringe from the floor, holding it up to the light. The poor girl probably still believed in truth serum. He smirked. Worth it.
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