*Trigger Warning*

Bodyguard of Lies

Bellamy POV

Why wouldn't Monty have fought harder to keep Toby with them? She's here in this mountain somewhere and I can't save her yet. While I might be upset with Monty he was right, I can't save anyone if I'm angry.

Cage hurt her before she escaped the first time, and I don't know what has happened in the days she's been back. That girl may be stronger than the rest of us, but we all have to break at some point. I don't want this mountain to be what breaks the rest of her spirit. What hurts more than the idea of her being Cage's victim is the thought of her being drained and used as parts. There are already some of our people dead, and I don't know what I'd do if I find her body in a pit when this is all over.

I find the door to the source of the acid fog, but Lovejoy's keycard doesn't open the doors. Two soldiers come at me with their guns drawn and I take off at a run. All the alarms are blaring and I hear them announce my presence over the radio. Soon I round and corner, one guard chases me and I grab the gun, punching him repeatedly to knock him out.

When I scan his keycard at the door it opens, thankfully. I open the door quickly, when it slams shut behind me I'm quick to keep moving before those on the other side of his radio come to find his unconscious body.

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Toby POV

"Well, you're a terrible negotiator."

For the first time since I've been back in the mountain Cage is alone. "You actually came to see me. What? Had enough of the armed guards?"

"No, actually I just wanted to ask you a few questions myself."

The chair I'm strapped to is stainless steel and cold. I can't move my legs because my ankles are strapped to the legs, and my wrists are strapped to the arms. There's nowhere for me to move when he leans in and whispers in my ear.

I roll my eyes. "Good luck with that, I'm notoriously uncooperative." I can see I've frustrated him and I let a smile grace my face.

"I brought help." He pulls a knife from his pocket and lights places the tip on my thigh. "Now, shall we get started?"

I keep one eye on the knife, knowing Cage he'll use it. This isn't just an intimidation tactic. "I know nothing, I've been locked in your office for days."

"But you were in the room with them, your friends didn't tell you their plans?" The pressure on the knife increases and I try not to cringe as I feel it cut through my jeans.

I shake my head and close my eyes. "No, Cage they didn't tell me anything."

"Must not be good friends then." He stabs the blade an inch into my leg. "You sure they didn't say anything?"

I grit my teeth at the pain and smile at him, anyway. "There wasn't time once you started sending in smoke grenades."

"They couldn't care less about you. They left you in that room, to end up dead, or worse." He pulls the knife out and I can feel the blood seep into my jeans and drip down onto the ground.

He brings the blade up to my face and slowly cuts down my cheek. Blood runs into my mouth and I almost gag on the metallic taste. "Cage. Can you fucking stop?"

He draws back and cuts off my top. "I think your friends left you there on purpose, so they could get away and leave you as bait." He stabs the knife into my left shoulder, then my right, and litters deep cuts all over my chest. "I don't think they care what happens to you at all."

Tears start to trickle down my cheeks and sting the cut he made. "I told Monty to leave me there. I got shot in the leg, I was bleeding from the back of my head. What were they supposed to do, drag me along?"

Cage turns around and pulls out a pair of scissors. He walks behind me while I struggle against the straps keeping me in place. "They were supposed to say no. They were supposed to help you no matter what. Because that's what friends do."

Cage cuts off my hair, large chunks dropping to the ground. I can hear myself telling him to stop over and over until I'm screaming but he's still standing behind me cutting off my only tie to my previous life. "I didn't break you before, which wasn't surprising. You're strong. But I think I've done it now." He waves a hand and orderlies come in with scalpels and drills ready. "I will not kill you, Tatianna. You're just going to wish I had."