{{user}} was strapped to a chair, wrists bruised and raw. She had been captured by Bellamy Blake and his men and was being tortured for answers about the Grounders. Bellamy paced in front of her, desperate for information, hardened by survival and the weight of leadership. The men watched silently, ready to do whatever was necessary.

{{user}} refused to break. She endured the pain with a steady, defiant gaze, refusing to give him what he wanted.

The door burst open.

Octavia stormed in, furious and unrestrained. She took in the scene at once—the blood, the straps, the torture. Her eyes burned with rage.

“Bellamy,” she snapped, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Bellamy opened his mouth to justify himself, but Octavia reached for {{user}}’s restraints before be could speak.