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"F-Fine..."

Soyeon sat in the chair, desperate for a release of some kind. She didn't care about what she could do to prove her loyalty to a monster like Cillian, she just wanted out and back into her cozy little lab. Vacoule was probably still asleep, oblivious to what was transpiring inside of her. Her tongue gently lapped at the small cut inside of her mouth, the taste of blood evident as she frowned.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just let me prove loyalty."

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"Whatever I want?" He tilts his head. "A dangerous thing to agree to."[break][break]

She beseeched a predator in its lair, but Cillian wanted nothing from her personally. No. It was Rocket that demanded such things, and Rocket he served.[break][break]

He smiles, a sharp and cold thing.[break][break]

"Sit tight."[break][break]

The Klefki from whom the shadows had sprung jingles overhead like a sprig of steel MISTLETOE, as though promising a return of restraint should she not comply.[break][break]

Cillian busies himself with his phone.[break][break]

"We have no evidence that you've had more than a conversation," he says to Soyeon, sitting back at his desk. "Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for a friend of yours."[break][break]

If she feared that she'd be punished for her friend's rebellion, the reality was far, far worse.[break][break]

The door to the office opens anew, but it offers no freedom. An executive drags a pleading figure inside, and the jaws of the room clamp shut.[break][break]

"If you're truly loyal, then prove it."[break][break]

He offers no further instruction.

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It was a final attempt at trying to really beg Gavin for some kind of forgiveness or really convincing him not to off her for meeting with Callan, but Soyeon really had no alternative options here. Her torturer seemed mostly thrilled at her plea and left the room for severa6l seconds before returning with quite the sight for the scientist to see.

Another person was dragged into the room, one which Soyeon couldn't recognize from their muffled head and features hidden from her. She didn't know who this person was, but his previous wording about one of her friends, this certainly wasn't going to be a good time. Another vague statement later, Soyeon stood over the masked figure with as confused look on her face.

"Ah-I don't...I don't understand." she looked to Gavin, brows furrowed as she couldn't keep her eyes sticking at any one place at a time. They went to the figure, then to the Klefki, then to Gavin and then back to the pokemon again. It took it's time in her mind of what he wanted her to do, but when the realization hit her, Soyeon's face grew pale.

"You...You want me to-" she froze, turning back to the pleading figure with shaking hands.

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"Don't you?"[break][break]

Cillian waits, patient as the grave.[break][break]

He can see the moment that it hits her. He'd thought no more colour could drain from her face, yet he watches her blanche beneath the horror of her reality. Having shoved empathy far out of reach, compartmentalized, Cillian feels no pity.[break][break]

"Prove it," he repeats, soft but not gentle. "You said you'd do anything, Soyeon."[break][break]

So do it.[break][break]

The captive girl screams for mercy, and he does not flinch.

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Her body shook the hardest she had ever felt. Soyeon was given the clarification she needed by Gavin's nod and the muffled screams of her soon to be victim.

Was she really going to do this? Kill somebody so without regard or honor? Her hands went to her pokeball slowly and debated on if she could do this. Her stomach felt like it was being pulled inside out and it wouldn't stop. Soyeon swallowed a mouth full of regret and would steel herself for what she was about to do.

She quietly drew out her Charizard without thinking. It was the Pokémon she had grown close with and it represented a lot about her. She couldn't think this through, it was all just instinct and giving into what she thought was best at the moment. She had to really guess which one of her Pokémon would come out. Her Haxorus, Siegfried, would come out and craned his head over to her with a questionable glance. Much like Gavin, he looked annoyed to be here.

"K-Ki-Kill her." Soyeon squeaked out, her voice trembling just as much as she had. "Just make it painless..." The Pokémon said nothing, but she could tell. He was stunned by the order, coming from his mousey and pathetic owner who got nervous just be staring at her for more than four seconds. The howling and screaming of the terrified woman continued while he performed the deed, aiming at her chest with a fearsome attack

His cleaver head pierced her midsection as she flinched at the bloodied gurgle leaving the woman's lips. He had cut deep, most likely to the stomach, but still, he continued to scream and howl. Soyeon's ears began to ring, her mind beginning to panic. Gavin seemed annoyed at her failing to do this task and she grew worried.

"Siegfried!"

He did it again, his bladed side slowly going against her wishes and puncturing her chest again. Another pained, glorified howl of pain from the coworker. He was refusing to do it, outright killing this woman. In any other context, Soyeon would have lavished him with praise and told him that he was a good boy, but under the threat of death, she was waning. The screams, the thoughts in her head, the horrors of what Gavin had introduced her to. She wanted none of it, to go back thirty minutes ago where the worst thing that had happened to her was spilling her coffee on the floor after turning a page.

Soyeon clutched her ears for dear life, closing her eyes as tight as they could go. She had to block all of this out, to get rid of all of this stimuli. Yet the screams only continued to grow louder and louder. Siegfried looked at her again. He had swung his final time. She wanted to will him to do it though she knew he would refuse. The woman panicked, not knowing what to do. SHe couldn't die here, not now. She had to see her family again, to apologize and hear that soothing voice again.

And so it fell on her.

"S-Shut up! Just shut up!" Soyeon yelled, clutching her hands around the woman's warm neck and tightening. Her arms tensed enough that she felt ready to snap, gripping her warm, choking throat with all of her might. She was sobbing hysterically, tears dripping onto the floor while the woman struggled to capture air into her throat. Hands fell onto her, desperate to push her off while Soyeon continued to squeeze. "Ah-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry..." Her voice was faint and pained, spoken through a pained chest of emotion and regret for what she was participating in.

The woman's defiance began to falter, her pulse starting to slow while she continued to apply pressure. Never once able to get Soyeon's hands off of her. She sniffled, continuing to strange her until after what felt like years of watching, she would fall limp. The echoing of her heartbeat fading away was something that Soyeon would never fully recover from. Once it was certain her life was gone, everything broke in her.

Soyeon fell to the floor a crying mess. She struggled to catch her own breath at what she had done. The most sinful act a person could possibly do to another person was not so easily washed off. She felt every meaning of the word "ill", in every single lexicon known to man. Her head was pounding, her stomach spinning as fast as a whirlwind, and these damned screams wouldn't get out of her ears, no matter how much she tried to focus on the voices of the others.

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A Haxorus is hardly the tool Cillian would've expected in want of a painless death. A Grass-type, perhaps, something that could lull the victim to sleep before their throat was cut. He wouldn't have protested it. He didn't care how the order was followed: only that it was.[break][break]

He says nothing as she struggles. He might well have been a statue if not for the steady rise and fall of his breath, its sound drowned out by the victim's pleas.[break][break]

As expected, it's messier than Soyeon requests. Blood paints the metal floor, sliding slowly toward the waiting drain.[break][break]

This may not break her in the way Rocket wants. It certainly hadn't worked on Isaac Merlo. But if it drove her to defection sooner than she'd have found that path on her own, so be it. They'd take out the trash a little early, was all.[break][break]

It takes longer than you'd expect to strangle someone.[break][break]

The flash of Cillian's phone brightens the space as Soyeon collapses to the floor, a sobbing mess. Collateral. If she were to defect, let the League know they were dealing with a killer.[break][break]

"Next time you meet with someone from the League," Cillian says softly, "do let me know, first."

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The noises, the gurgling. The sound of blood and bile mixing in her mouth as she heard the life drain from another person's body. It was all too much for the scientist to handle. She was inconsolable as the flash on Cillian's camera went off, not even noticing whatever fallback plan he had to send to the League if she had managed to leave. Her quiet cries of anguish and terror had filled the cell as the body was removed and let her settle on the floor. After some tear filled attempts to beg him not to kill her and failing, she just grasped at her head while trying to settle her mind.

Some time later, the grunts had pushed her out into the hallway unceremoniously, as if dumping trash in a faraway place out of sight for more enticing sights around. Still clutching her ears and doing her best to ignore the voices in her head, Soyeon took off racing down the hallway. She wanted to go back ten minutes ago, filling out reports about ultra space and planning future visits while munching on her second chocolate bar of the day while finding the most horrific thing being a written report of what remained in an Ultra Beast's stomach the prior day. Such a practical and mundane environment had now seemed like a scene right out of a story book. A fantasy that she could never return to after what happened to her. Her body collapsed in the hall again and crumbled onto her knees as she'd start a coughing fit. Her wheezing bounced all around the otherwise industrial style walls until her stomach retched.

It lasted for only seven short seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Soyeon tasted every inch of stomach bile that had shot up her throat and onto the spotless floor in front of her. Her whimpering was pathetic, just like her. That's what any superior would have thought coming across the heaping mess she was. Her vomit covered hands were fall on the ground, fluids dripping off of her flesh to form the careful shape of a pair of hands currently left untouched by her bodily fluids. She would stay in this position for a minute while gathering what little stretch she had. She couldn't stay here forever. Cillian would punish her harder. Zev would outright kill her for showing such blatant weakness as a Rocket. Lulu would probably pity her. Any Underboss would likely do all three.

"You can't stay here forever. You have to get up." she told herself.

Shaking legs lifted themselves off the floor and took her into a bathroom nearby. She couldn't catch her breath as a bitter, iron-like taste lingered inside of her mouth. Her eyes avoided looking into the mirror at what she would find. Something inside of her wanted to refuse herself the horror of looking at herself after what she had done. Soyeon washed her hands underneath the cold water running out of the faucet. She used more soap than she would have before just to get as much of it out as she could. Even without looking at her reflection, the jittering of her body still was known to her. There came a moment when she paused to try and raise her eyes to look at herself in the reflection, only to push out into the real world once more.

Work, she needed something to take her mind off of this. Something to keep her from thinking.

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