Sum: nothing nice ever happens to Clarke and Lexa

TRIGGER WARNING: torture (again) if you don't want to read it just stop at xxxx and start again at next xxxx

After some time Clarke woke up from the nap that she had to take. It wasn't the best sleeping arrangement- being tied to the pole, but it did the job. Luckily she woke by herself and not more cold water this time. Sleep deprivation was most likely not counted as much fun for Emerson.

She groaned and raised her head to look around the room. Only a handful of her cellmates were napping as well, and few were just looking at the ground, probably thinking about this mess.

"Morning Clarke."

The blonde turned to her right to see Raven with exasperated smile looking back at her.

"I was expecting better beds… or you know at least some food." Raven shook her head. "They can say bye to my recommendation of this place."

Clarke chuckled and shook her head. It always amazed her how the other girl could be joking even in situations like this, but in this moment she was truly grateful for it.

"Next time I will be the one who is picking the place for the holidays, not Octavia. You know, something close to sea, preferably WITHOUT THE CHAINS..." Raven glared at Octavia who just kept her head down and didn't even attempt to argue.

Before anyone could say something else, five warriors went inside and started untying Clarke.

Lexa was on her legs in instant and tried to reach one of them without any success.

Clarke saw her opportunity and started trashing, but sadly the warriors were holding her arms firm. She did manage to land few kicks and one of the warriors even fell to the ground while holding his groin. Sadly for her, she angered a different one causing him to smack her head with the hilt of his sword.

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Clarke woke up some time later with loud groan. "If I didn't have a concussion after Octavia showed me her sword... TWICE, now I definitely have one."

"Clarke..." Lexa's concerned voice sounded throughout the cell.

The blonde opened her eyes and found out that she was actually hugging the pole this time. "I'm fine, don't worry Lex..."

Any response was cut off by Emerson. "Yeah no need to worry, everyone." Clarke could feel his smirk. "We are just having some fun."

Clarke just turned her head to the side where Lexa was and gave her a weak smile. She heard a collective gasp, and when she saw Lexa beginning to stand up she shook her head, indicating for the other girl not to do anything.

To Lexa's credit she just clenched her jaw, but otherwise kept her eyes on Clarke without moving a muscle.

"So where is the flame?" When Emerson didn't get an answer he moved to position so he could make a good swing with his cat-o'-nine-tails.

The first swing wasn't actually as bad as Clarke imagined, but it could have been because he was lashing her over her shirt. It stung yes, but the hot iron was much worse, so she simply gritted her teeth and waited for another one.

"No? Ok, I think I can skip the question then." With that he slashed again.

This time it was much worse and Clarke let out an involuntary whimper. It was like Emerson was tearing the meat from her back with every lash.

She was watching Lexa the entire time. Green eyes were looking back at her with so much fear and sadness. It scared Clarke more than anything Emerson could do or say. If Lexa looked like this she could not even imagine the faces of the others.

The fourth lash was the one what broke her. Her vision started getting blurry as tears started falling from her eyes. She shut her eyes hoping it would stop the pain, but it did nothing. When Emerson raised his whip and once again lashed at her with all his might she screamed out in pain.

"So I will ask again." Clarke could sense that he was slowly loosing his nerves with her. "Where is the flame, Clarke?!"

Everyone in the room was holding their breath and waited.

The blonde took few deep breaths to find her voice and answer, "Go float yourself!" She hated that it actually came out as a weak whisper.

She heard him growl at he started lashing her furiously this time. "You will answer me, you bitch!"

It was the last thing she heard before the pain became too much and she blacked out.

Lexa woke up from her haze without opening her eyes trying to remember what happened. 'Emerson was torturing Clarke.' She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, but continued on with remembering. 'She blacked out so he stopped.' She furrowed her brow as she thought about the next event. 'They injected us with something and now...' She slowly opened her eyes and saw that she was in some kind of room- probably inside the Ark, with transparent doors. She was chained to the wall once again, except this time handcuffs were on her wrists, and they didn't allow her to move at all. The commander looked around and saw that everyone in the room was in the same situation. She looked over every face. All of her cellmates were there, except Clarke. She audibly gulped when she came through all the scenarios about where the blonde could be and what could be happening to her.

"Airlock," Bellamy exclaimed. "What do they want to do to us?"

Harper sighed deeply. "Nothing good, that's for sure."

"Is everyone OK?"

Lexa didn't care to answer Kane's question as she pulled on her handcuffs.

Bellamy shook his head. "It won't bulge I already tried."

The commander ignored him and tried again. "Jok!" (fuck) And few more times while all her cellmates were watching her. "JOK!" She yelled.

"Commander calm down." Raven tried to soothe the girl next to her.

Lexa snapped her head at mechanic. "Do you even know what they could do to her?! I'm not leaving her without a fight!" Then she murmured, "Not again." Her eyes focused on the doors behind Raven and her brows furrowed as she saw some movement behind them.

Clarke woke up gasping for the air as someone once again poured cold water on her. She tried to sit up, but an intense pain in her back stopped her and she stayed on the ground.

"I wanted to let you sleep, but we sadly don't have that much time so..."

She didn't even have the strength to glare at Emerson this time so she kept her eyes shut and hoped he will leave her alone.

"Get her up."

'Apparently this is not my lucky day.' Clarke felt two strong pairs of hands pull her up and she couldn't help the cry that escaped her when she felt the pain rippling all over again. Her legs gave up so the two warriors completely held her weight.

"Open your eyes, Wanheda." She didn't react to Emerson's order. So he snapped, "Open your eyes bitch!" And with hat he slapped her.

'Now I will definitely not open them.'

He growled and with his fingers he forced her eyes to open.

Clarke's eyes went wide as she saw the scene in front of her. All of her friends were being held inside of an airlock.

Emerson smirked when he saw her expression. "Good." He moved closer to the doors so they could take a closer look, warriors dragged Clarke along with him.

The blonde saw how everyone in the airlock looked back at her with wide eyes, and Lexa started pulling at her handcuffs harder while watching her and baring her teeth.

"Well I guess the commander is just in denial." Emerson chuckled and then turned to Clarke. "So these are your options. One, you will tell me where the flame is and I will let them go. Or two, you will be stubborn little bitch and we will watch as the air is sucked from each one of their lungs."

Clarke gulped, which only made her raspy throat hurt more, and she looked inside of the room again.

"So?"

She wanted to try to fight her captors, but just keeping her head up was taking all the strength she had.

Tears started falling from her eyes as she watched all the people that would die because of her, and she shook her head. Her eyes locked with Lexa and she saw her straightening herself and giving her a curt nod, ready to accept her fate- no matter what it would be.

That was the only indication Clarke needed as she mouthed 'I'm sorry' towards the airlock and she started crying harder.

Her head was yanked back by Emerson. "I asked a question," he growled into her face. "This is the last time I'm asking Clarke. Where. Is. The. Flame?" He punctuated every single word.

Clarke didn't give him any kind of answer as she kept looking through the doors into Lexa's eyes.

Emerson growled again and pushed a button on the console. The lights inside of the airlock immediately turned red.

Everyone inside the room started gasping for the air, and one by one they began slumping to the ground as all the oxygen was slowly leaving the airlock.

Next time: well wouldn't you want to know... tehehe...some people are going to die