<strong>”Obviously. I’m sure as hell not going to clean up your mess.”</strong>Damian grabbed the waste bucket provided with the room and dropped it on Lars’ lap, offering some measure of modesty to the naked man. Taking another length of rope, he looped it around the bucket and the captive to secure the two together so he wouldn’t have to do something foolish like loosen the binds on his wrists so he could hold the container. After a moment of checking to make sure it wouldn’t slide or tip, the fighter once again brought the vial to Lars’ lips.<strong>”There ya go. All you need to do is look down and let ‘er rip. Now, down the hatch.”</strong><br/><br/>Damian tilted back the vial to allow the contents to empty into Lars’ mouth. Once emptied, he withdraw the container and make him prove that he had actually drank the entire contents and hadn’t simply kept it in his mouth to be spit out once Damian had left.<strong>”Excellent.”</strong>He then sat on the edge of the bed facing Lars, watching and waiting to make sure the toxin took.<strong>”How long does that stuff take to kick in?”</strong>