Bellamy Blake is kidnapped by grounders. They torture him for fun. The pain brings back memories of his father's abuse.
Warning: mentions of child abuse and really gruesome torture!
Chapter 1
Bellamy woke up to the sound of water dripping from the ceiling for a split second he forgot where he was before the memories can flooding back. He remembered the image of her sat there on the rock crying then as he crept up behind her gun raised strong arm grabbed him from behind. Before he had a chance to shout out the girl moved with lightning speed to tie a piece of cloth around his mouth. The last thing he remembered was the girl's eyes and how they shimmered like amber in the sunlight.
Bellamy's mouth was starting to ache, the piece of cloth still tight around his head, making it hard to breath. Slowly he sat up assessing the damage. His vision blurred and his head thumped to the rhythm of his heart as he moved his head. It was only then he realised he was only wearing trousers, his shirt, shoes and weapons were missing.
As he became more aware of his new surroundings it dawned on him that he was in some sort of hut with his arms tied painfully above his head leaving his toes scrapping across the rocks. In a desperate attempt to get free Bellamy jerked his body down trying to break the rope or at least the log it was attached to but instead all he did was cause a searing pain to shoot through his whole body. He looked down to see blood oozing from a piece of cloth clumsy tied around his waist.
"Hope it is not infected" The girl with the amber eyes came through the door followed by a rather unpleasant looking gentleman, they were polar opposites.
The girl was slight and small with a long plait of brown hair running down her back, she was wearing all black which brought out her pale completion. The man on the other hand was tanned with rough calloused skin he had harsh green eyes that reminded Bellamy of a snake, he was wearing all brown with short tangled jet black hair protruding from his head in all directions. Bellamy knew that most people would be more scared of the man but he knew that just because a girl looked small and innocent did not mean she was any less dangerous; Clarke, Raven and Octavia were proof of this.
"Why would that matter to you?" Bellamy inquired his tongue feeling heavy and thick in his mouth, his throat dry and scratchy making his voice sound involuntarily weak and quiet.
"Well we wouldn't want ya dying on us before we got the chance to play with ya do we" The man replied, the way he spoke in broken English made Bellamy realise that he was likely not the leader of the two but instead the muscle. This proved to be somewhat true as the man lunged for Bellamy punching him in the stomach and chest not caring if he hit the already bleeding wound.
"I get to go first remember! Obitus you promised!" the girl whined. That didn't stop Obitus though, he continued to hit Bellamy again and again and again the force of his fists making him swing painfully from the ropes that kept him standing.
"You have go now Dux, it's fun cause he doesn't cry out just stays silent." Bellamy thought his silent would make the torture less enjoyable but the smile of determination that spread wickedly across Dux's face told him he was wrong.
Dux approached him slowly running her hands over the new bruises already forming on his skin, he couldn't help but flinch away from her touch this just made her press harder her nails digging into his skin drawing blood in places.
"I'll make him scream"