The Damned: Remember Their Voices, Remember Their Faces:

Death carries my weak bones in his strong hands and he whispers lies that are no longer sweet. He doesn't tease something worth living for and I often wonder what that could be. They stabbed me in the ribs once. They did it again, and again, and again. They did it many times, many excruciating times. They said they were looking for an injection cite, that they had to be careful this time. This time.

After a failed attempt to escape the grasp of elite hands, Octavia is captured once again. T...