Jesus, being interrogated by cav is so damn hot just imagine your minding your own business sweeping for roamers alone when you feel a sharp pain in your back and fall to the ground only to realise you’ve been shot. You see caviera walking towards you with a sadistic grin on her face, you know this is the end, you should be terrified, but no… you’re aroused, you feel her wrapping her legs around you, grinding against you and let out a moan half-pain, half arousal she barks at you in her quiet, yet demanding voice “where are they!” you don’t want to tell her you can’t betray your team but as her legs futher tighten around your waist and her nails dig into your shoulder you can’t help but share everything she wants to know, the last thing you she is her face, painted like a skull you can see the sweat glistening on her forehead, those cold emotionless eyes, the embodiment of perfection itself. YES you have the best and last orgasm you’ve ever had as the life drains from your body, the last thing you feel is the cold hard steel of her knife piercing the warm flesh of your neck, and now only darkness as you die with a smile on your face, and sticky underwear.