Iris wasn’t too sure how much time had passed but she’d been escorted back to her cell to which she had returned to the spot in the corner curling up in it as if this position would protect her from anything. Apparently, they were done with questioning her for now and she was relieved. Even though she didn’t want to talk or show fear she felt it deep down, she was so unsure on what kind of feelings she should be going through because she couldn’t make sense of it. There was still the worry about Caspain, she still worried just how he was going because he had been in such a state. It was a miracle they had made it back and just in time by the looks of it. Then there was the fact she was coming to terms with the fact she could be killed, but lastly. Her father. 

Even though he hadn’t been the most loving, caring or sober for the past few years his death still hurt. The idea that he had potentially died thinking his only family member left had betrayed him and she knew how he got, what if he thought she didn’t love him? Of course, she did, through it all he was still her father and she had good memories of him. Honourable memories because he had been a good person, he had just lost his way and she could understand why. Iris understood the cause and how important it was, but she didn’t believe in killing Caspain. Not just because she liked him, but because it was wrong. In time Caspain could make the important decisions like his father had, he could change the districts and if there was no monarchy. There would just be chaos. 

Keeping herself curled up in the corner she was so tired, the lack of sleep catching up fast coupled with the emotions. It was draining mentally and physically, but she hadn’t cried. No tears left her eyes and she knew why, she didn’t want to cry in this place where they could use it against her. Especially when it was grieving for her father because his death still hurt her no matter how their relationship had ended. 

Iris was in her own spiral of thoughts; a whirlwind of emotions and dark places kept her company in the cell and the time had passed. Iris had no clue what time of day it was or how long she had been there, but it felt like a lifetime already. It seemed the guards weren’t done with her for the day, the sound of the cell door opening once more could be heard but she didn’t bother to move. If they wanted her, they had to come get her, what was the point?

Though the guards didn’t care, they walked up to Iris hauling her up by the arms and dragged her along back to the interrogation room but not the one they had been in earlier. Round one had been a bust, but apparently, they were going to try something else. Dragging her further into the penitentiary they headed towards white rooms which had thicker walls, sound proofing to a degree because if they went along with the Aproveset it was common for screams. Placing her down onto a chair they two guards headed out to stand guard outside until the interrogators returned, arms folded as they silently did their jobs. 

“Well Iris, shall we try again?” Matthew spoke from the door as he stood there looking down at the girl who was slumped in the chair, again unresponsive to him or his company once more. “I thought it best to give you a chance to rest. Did you get any sleep?” Eyes flickered to her face seeing the dark circles under her eyes and the pale skin, to him that meant no sleep perhaps she was exhausted but it would only work in their favour especially with what they had been authorised to do. 

“You can ignore me, but soon you won’t. You can either talk now. Or we [i]will[/i] resort to other means.” Matthew stated calmly as he looked at the door, a person in a white robe hurrying along with a needle in hand. 

It had caught her attention; his questions and the way he spoke about how they could resort to other means. Frowning she looked from Matthew to the person dressed in a lab coat holding some sort of needle in their hands. [color=f49ac2]“What is that?”[/color]

“Quite simply if you don’t talk, that serum in there will make you talk. So you have two options. Talk now or talk later. Either way you will be talking.” Matthew folded his arms as he watched the girl contemplate her options, she didn’t know about this drug and he wouldn’t tell her what it did other than it would make her talk. It was highly classified after all. 

[color=f49ac2][i]“You’re bluffing.”[/i][/color]

“Oh, I’m not.” Waving forward he took the needle from the assistant saying his thanks as they scurried off leaving them behind. Walking towards Iris he towered over her with the needle swiftly injected her with drug, not giving her a chance to fight back or push him away. Smiling as the drug was administered and he had heard a gasp of pain from her he moved back to his seat folding his arms before relaying information back to the feed. 

“Sir, Prisoner still refuses to talk. Aproveset has been administered and will take five minutes to take effect. We will report our findings.”