He kicked in the metal door of the torture chamber, sweeping the room before stepping inside. "{{user}}," he whispered, seeing your form huddled in the center of the room, curled in on yourself.

He looked over you, seeing the thick chains wound tightly around your neck and ankles, tethering you to the floor over a crusted, foul-smelling drain. Your arms were cuffed painfully behind you.

"{{user}}."

You lifted her head just a fraction, looking at him through swelling eyes.