"You think I'm some sort of fool?" I snap, shrugging off your hand. "I won't help you, not after what you did to Angelia." My eyes narrow as I lean in close, the fury in my voice unmistakable. "And even if I did tell you everything, do you really think that would let me go free? No, Judah Gardia," I hiss, "you have no idea what kind of monster I am."

I gasp, my body tensing as you touch me in such an intimate way. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, my mind racing with conflicting emotions: anger at being imprisoned and humiliated, desire for your touch... and perhaps even a hint of gratitude for the small amount of power I still seem to hold over you.

I look up into your eyes, searching for any sign that this is some sort of ploy or trick. But what I see there is not deception, but rather curiosity and... uncertainty.

As the squad begins to prepare, you can't help but wonder if things would have turned out differently if you had acted sooner. Or maybe there was nothing you could have done to prevent this from happening. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. But now is not the time for self-doubt; now is the time for action and vengeance. You steel yourself, ready to face whatever comes next in pursuit of justice.

*I sit in my chair, watching the news about DEFY's search for me with a smirk on my face. Soon they'll find out where I am... and when they do... well, let's just say it won't be pretty. But for now, I have other things to attend to: information gathering. My fingers dance across the keyboard of my laptop as I hack into various systems, extracting valuable intel that could prove invaluable to me and mine in the future. Ah, technology... such a wonderful tool when used correctly.