AN: Trigger warning- Torture and bodily harm will be in this chapter. If you wish to skip it, you may. I will warn again when more details of the events happen and mark when the events end.

The throbbing pain of his back is what wakes Bellamy from his sleep. Slowly his consciousness returns, and little details start coming back to him. The cold dirt floor where he lays face down. The smell of blood and filth. The darkness that greets him as he opens his eyes. He's back in the cell.

Bellamy groans in pain as he attempts to move into a more comfortable position. If there even is one. The pull of bandages tearing from his damaged skin stops him from adjusting any more than he already has. It seems the savages do want to keep him alive after all. Bellamy is pleased his earlier suspicion was correct, but it doesn't take away the pain or anger he still feels about what he saw.

Still exhausted, Bellamy rests his sweaty, grimy forehead on his equally dirty arms. It's only his own breath he hears in the blackness. He's not surprised.

When he first found himself in the cell, there were twelve of his people, including Murphy, with him. The savages must have heard them all talking because not long after he was woken up, they came in.

The light from the torches blinded Bellamy briefly as the massive warriors marched in. Bellamy was furious and wanted to fight them, no, kill them, but he no longer had any weapons to do so. He knew he was no match for them in hand to hand combat. So, Bellamy stood there and glared at them with hands tightly clenched into fists.

The savages dragged one of the delinquents that Bellamy couldn't remember the name of out the door, then plunged the group back into darkness.

Bellamy heard the muffled pleas of the boy as he was taken, and a cold dead feeling filled his midsection. He had an idea of what the future held for the boy, and Bellamy's fears were confirmed when not long after he was taken, screams of pain and agony filled the cold dark air.

Everyone in the cell remained uncomfortably quiet as the cries continued. Bellamy wasn't sure how long they lasted for, time was unrecordable in the blackness, but it felt like hours had passed by. Bellamy lifted his head from his knees when the screaming stopped. At some point, he had moved to the farthest corner of the cell and curled up into a tight ball.

An eerily silence fell around the cell until the rhythmic beat of boots hitting the floor, pierced the frozen air. Bellamy jumped to his feet as the cell door opened, and the same giant warriors came in. Four of his people were taken that day, never to return. Bellamy marked the days by when the savages would show up to when the last person was taken stopped screaming, and they didn't come back for another.

Bellamy was finally taken when it was only him and Murphy left. He tried to fight them off, but the hulk-like men easily overpowered him and drugged him through the door like a rag-doll. Bellamy kept his head up and searched for anything that might help him or possibly save him, but there was nothing. Only bare cold stone walls greeted him.

Bellamy was dragged around a corner, and he saw the first signs of additional light down a long hallway. He continued to hold his head up as they moved closer to the lite room. Bellamy's eyes grew in horror as more of the room came into view, but it wasn't until he was fully inside that Bellamy saw the full terror of what the savages did to his people.

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Corpses hung from hooks and chains along the walls. Their nearly naked bodies showed how they had been tortured. Multiple bodies were missing their fingers and toes, while others looked like the skin was peeled off. Every inch of viewable skin had cuts and burn marks crisscrossing across each other. Bellamy felt sick to his stomach as he saw one body with its midsection open and their guts hanging down.

The scent of death clung in the air, and Bellamy wanted to look away. He wanted to close his eyes and hold his breath, but he owed it to his people, his friends if he could call them that, to see everything the savages did to them.

Ears were cut off, eyeballs gouged out, one even had its head scalped. Bellamy felt tears well up in his eyes, not out of fear but anger. He could hear his people's screams echoing inside his head.

The last body he looked at their head was cut off, but lower down, embedded on a spike next to a blood-stained table and chair was the boy's head.

Cold, lifeless, brown eyes stared back at Bellamy. The boy's mouth hung open, and Bellamy could see the wooden spike inside. Dried blood dribbled down the boy's lower jaw and the wooden spear. The rest of the boy's face was left uninjured, and Bellamy recognized him immediately. He was the first delinquent taken. The one he didn't know the name of.

Staring at the boy, Bellamy silently apologizes to him. He would learn his name if he lived through this. He would provide justice for him and the others.

Bellamy was then stripped of his clothes, only being left in his boxer-briefs. The savages spoke in their native tongue to each other quickly. Bellamy didn't know what they were saying. Were they discussing how they were going to torture him? Were they going to take him to the table? Or the chair? Whatever they were going to do, Bellamy braced himself for it.

He was stunned when the savages led him to a post and tied his hands to it. Quickly, Bellamy studied the post. Shallow grooves were cut into the sides, and when Bellamy traced his fingers through them, he realized they were made from people's fingernails. He also noticed small red-stained spots all over the wood, unlike the table and chair that were bathed in it.

Something felt different about the post than the table and chair. Those objects reeked of death and torture, but the post. It felt more like it was used for punishment purposes. Right then, Bellamy believed he would live through this. He would get the chance to seek out revenge.

Just as soon as he thought it, he cried out as something thrashed across his bare back. Bellamy's fingernails dug into the same shallow grooves and locked his jaw as another lash hit him. Bellamy tried to stay standing, but after the tenth strike, his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. He would survive, and he would kill them all. It wasn't until another ten lashings before he passed out.

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Bellamy jolts wide-awake as loud shots fire from guns, and shouts ring out through the early morning air. Chaos is happening all around him, and he quickly rushes into action.

Grabbing the rifle beside him, he sprints over to the nearest delinquent.

"What is happening?" He yells.

"Savages," the boy yells back.

Before the boy even finishes his answer Bellamy sees multiple savages step out of the tree line. They are unlike the ones in Tondc. These savages look nearly barbaric with thick patches of fur filtered through their leather armor and faces painted almost nearly white.

Bellamy doesn't even think twice before he is lifting his gun and firing at the charging warriors. He knocks down four rapidly, but there are too many, and they are too close for him to stay where he is.

"Run," he orders the boy beside him, but when he looks over, there is blood running from the boy's mouth. Bellamy's eyes glance down and sees a spear embedded in the boy's chest. A small gurgle leaves the delinquent's mouth before he falls to his knees. Bellamy leaves him behind, knowing it's too late for him.

Bellamy weaves through their camp and comes upon a small group of his people each holding a gun and firing at the charging warriors. He quickly takes a stance next to them and starts shooting at the savages who followed behind him.

Every time he hits a warrior, and they fall, two more ends up taking its place, but Bellamy continues to shoot. He doesn't know what else to do. Before his very eyes, the small group of savages turns into an army, and they roar out loudly as they charge at him. Bellamy screams back at the mass of warriors and continues to fire until the wave of savages crashes into him.

Bellamy jerks up from his prone position and is unable to hold back the cry of pain as the cuts on his back move. He is met with the familiarity of darkness and cold, and Bellamy instantly understands he is back in the cell and safe. Well, safe for all pretense of the word. Bellamy grinds his teeth and tries to slow his breathing down as his back aches.

Slowly and carefully, Bellamy shifts himself, so he is kneeling and resting on the heels of his feet. He licks his dried chap lips, wondering when the last time he ate or drank. It would have been the night he ate the boar meat at the campsite before all Hell broke loose. Bellamy guesses that were six days ago. If his morbid calculation was correct.

Before any more thoughts can enter his mind, the cell door opens, and in walks four savages. Two are the massive warriors from before, but the other two are of a smaller build, and Bellamy realizes they are both women. One is maybe a few years older than him and is carrying a tray, while the other is middle-aged and carries a box. The large savages march over to Bellamy first and stand closely next to him, effectively sandwiching him between the two.

Bellamy remains motionless as the woman with the tray strides in front of him and places it on the ground. Bellamy looks up at the woman, and she speaks.

"Eat. Drink."

Bellamy has half a mind to throw the tray in the woman's face, but his dry mouth and hunger pains win him over. Bellamy goes for the tankard first. The cold liquid inside is bitter, but it soothes his thirst, and he finishes the drink quickly. Next, Bellamy goes for the food but stops when the woman with the box comes up behind him.

The woman must see Bellamy stiffen, for she comments, "I'm a healer." He guesses she was trying to reassure him, but it does very little to relax him. With the two giants beside him, he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter and tries not to flinch when she touches him.

Hoping the food will distract him, Bellamy begins eating. He's halfway through when the healer rubs a cool substance on his back, and Bellamy hisses as it stings his open wounds. After a short while, the pain begins to lessen, and Bellamy almost lets out a sigh of relief.

Bellamy looks down at the remaining food. He feels full, but he doesn't know when they'll let him eat again, so he finishes the plate.

The woman in front of him takes the empty tray and heads out of the cell only to come back moments later with a bowl in her hands. As she comes near Bellamy, he can hear water sloshing inside. Again she places the bowl in front of him.

"Wash," she says, pointing to the bowl and cloth inside.

Bellamy complies, washing his face first, then his arms, and then his chest. He doesn't bother with his lower half, for it would require him to stand up, and neither of his guards seems willing to let him do that. Tossing the cloth back inside the bowl, the woman picks it up and walks back out of the cell.

By this time, the healer has finished re-bandaging Bellamy's back. It's still sore, but Bellamy can move without too much pain. The second woman comes back in and is carrying a small stack of folded clothes along with a pair of boots resting on top. She stays by the cell door with the healer as the two guards beside him step back away from him. Bellamy takes this as his queue to stand up. With his back now at a dull ache, he gets to his feet with no issues.

Cautiously, the woman hands the small stack of gray clothes to Bellamy, and he quickly dresses into them. The thin shirt and pants are loose-fitting and probably resemble more to sleep ware than actual clothes, but Bellamy is happy to be wearing something again. The woman then hands Bellamy the boots, and he quickly steps into them. Right away, he can tell they are two to three sizes too big. Bellamy speculates it's on purpose. People can't run very well when their shoes don't fit.

"Follow me," the woman states, seeing Bellamy is finished. Bellamy follows with his guards closely behind. They meet up with the healer, and all five of them march down multiple dark passageways until they reach a set of stairs going up. Bellamy trails behind the woman as she steps up the stairwell. They come to a door at the end, and the woman sluggishly opens it.

Bright sunlight shines through, and Bellamy covers his face from the harsh light. He also shivers as a cold gust of wind blows past him. Now Bellamy understands the thin clothing. Even though there is little chance of him escaping with thin clothes and oversize boots, Bellamy wouldn't last very long without possible freezing.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Bellamy tries to keep what heat he has inside him and steps out into the sunlight.

The image Bellamy sees before him shocks him. He's back in a village. It was almost like a dejavu, but what little he saw of Tondc during the funeral and his banishment. He can tell both villages and vastly different.

In Tondc, the villagers and warriors stood by one another freely and worked together. Here Bellamy can see the villagers rushing around with their heads down and trying to stay as far away from any warriors as they can. Bellamy wonders if the warriors treat the villagers just as badly as they do him.

As if to prove his point, a small commotion catches his ears, and Bellamy turns his head just in time to see a large warrior smack a young woman across her face with the back of his hand. A small bag the woman was carrying falls to the ground, and apples spill out of it. The warrior growls out something in his native tongue, and the woman hastily kneels and begins rapidly picking up the spilled apples and putting them back in the bag. Without getting up, the woman offers the bag to the warrior with her chin to her chest. The warrior rips the bag from her hands and then squats in front of her. He roughly grips her face with his free hand and makes her look at him. The pair are far enough away that Bellamy can't fully see their faces, but he does see the predatorial smirk on the warrior and the straight-up fear from the woman.

Bellamy's blood boils at the display. The young woman looks barely older than Octavia, and suddenly it's Octavia who is kneeling in front of the warrior before him. Bellamy clenches his hands into fists, but before he can move. One of the guards behind him shoves him forward.

Bellamy hisses out in pain as the hand of the savage strikes his back. He also has to try to keep himself upright as he trips over his oversized boots. Bellamy glares back at the two guards behind him, who both wear smug smirks and hold a spear in their hand instead of the torches. They must have exchanged them outside the door.

With a quick glance, Bellamy looks for the woman and warrior, but both are gone from their original spot. He doesn't get a chance to look for either one as Bellamy feels the presence of the guards closing in behind him. Not wanting to get shoved in the back again. Bellamy begins to walk.

He follows the same woman from earlier as she leads him and the guards through the village. The healer left the group once they came above ground, but Bellamy doesn't care that she is gone. What interests him is how the woman is acting. Unlike the villagers, she walks with her head up, but she also doesn't look at any of the glaring warriors as she passes them by either. Bellamy suspects the woman is of higher rank than the villagers, but only slightly. Whatever the case is, the warriors do not interfere with her. It was the same in the cell, Bellamy realizes. The guards kept out of the woman's way as she tended to him. It was the same for the healer too.

Bellamy is shivering uncontrollably by the time he is led to a building that looks like a small castle. Two giant guards stand at attention in front of a set of massive wooden doors. The woman says something to them in their native tongue. One of the guards glares at Bellamy, while the other looks almost bored standing there. He pays Bellamy no attention. Both guards slowly open the doors and let the small group inside.

As Bellamy staggers in, he examines the colossal room. The floor and walls were cream color stone. The ceiling went as high up as the wood rafters for the roof. Large windows high above let natural sunlight beam into the room. Animal skulls and furs hung from the walls. Unlit torches were spread sporadically. In front of Bellamy were a pair of twin staircases. Each one started on opposite sides of the room but curved and connected in the middle. Stairs up from the middle lead to an open archway. Bellamy couldn't see what was through it. Between the two staircases was a large portrait painting. Bellamy could tell it was of a woman, and she looked terrifying. Thick pelts of fur blanketed her shoulders and down her chest. Her skin is a pale white. She had scars etched across her forehead and to the side of her eyes. They looked placed there on purpose. The portrait's eyes were what Bellamy feared the most. They stared down at him with cold hatred if painted eyes could even do that.

A loud bang echos through the immense room as the doors close behind him, and Bellamy jumps. The noise has little effect on the woman in front of him as she continues to walk, turning to her right. Bellamy closely follows behind.

Bellamy watches the woman knock on a wooden door between two animal skulls with antlers taller than he is. Bellamy feels and hears he hear heartbeat spike as silence fills the room.

Suddenly, the door opens. Bellamy doesn't realize his feet aren't moving as the woman strolls in. It takes another shove from one of the guards to get him moving. He stumbles forward but quickly recovers.

As soon as he steps in, he feels the heat inside the room from the raging fire in the fireplace. Bellamy welcomes it, and his body finally stops shivering. The next thing Bellamy notices is the woman from the portrait sitting on a massive throne, and she's just as terrifying as the portrait made her out to be.

Bellamy feels two strong hands grip his shoulders and push him down to his knees. The two guards behind him kneel to one knee, keeping their hand on his shoulders. The woman who led them kneels to one knee as well, and all three bow and say.

"Kwin."

Bellamy does not bow; he keeps his eyes on the cold blue ones that stare back at him. The woman lets a small smirk flick across her face, and Bellamy's heart races.

"Welcome, Belomi," she says, her voice cold and low.

Bellamy swallows in fear. How does she know my name?

Seeing the distress on the young man's face brings a smile to Queen Nia. "I know much about you, Belomi. Seems a friend of yours was very eager to talk."

Bellamy's mind races trying to think of anyone who could have talked to her. Did someone survive the ambush? Did one talk while he was tortured? No, there was too much screaming for there to be any kind of talk.

"Bring him in," the woman orders, interrupting Bellamy's thoughts.

Bellamy is still on his knees when a door opens in the corner of the room that he had not noticed before, and out walks a guard and Murphy.

"Murphy," Bellamy whispers out.

"Yes, John here has been quite useful," the Queen states as Murphy and the guard march up to her. The guard stands next to the Queen's throne, while Murphy sits cross-legged at the base next to the Queen's feet. She runs her fingers through his hair like she's petting a pet.

Bellamy grinds his teeth and glares a Murphy.

"Now, now, no need to be hostile. He is the one that saved your life."

Brown eyes leave Murphy's and focus back onto cold blue. "What do you mean?" Bellamy asks.

"Well, John here says you use to be a guard on... What was the name of your ship?" She directs the question to Murphy, and he instantly replies.

"The Ark, my Queen."

"Ah, yes," she coos, patting Murphy on the head. "The Ark."

Bellamy is nauseated at the display. No way would he let her touch him with a ten-foot pole.

"What do you know of the Ark?" The Queen questions.

Bellamy can tell it's a test, and what he answers could mean whither he lives or dies, but he refuses to stoop so low the way Murphy has. "I know the inner workings of how the guards are trained, where they keep their weapons and ammo, and how to bypass guarded areas."

Queen Nia smiles widely at him, and Bellamy wants to puke on the spot. "It seems you will be of use to me after all." The Queen then stands and steps forward.

Bellamy has to resist from pulling away as she runs the back of her cold hand down his face. "And maybe in other ways as well?"

When Bellamy only glares at her, Queen Nia laughs, "Or maybe not."

"Why did you kill the others?" He growls, unable to hold back his anger.

Queen Nia turns and strolls back to her throne. "They were but mere pawns. They held no true value and would have been more mouths to feed," she answers dismissively. "Let's not discuss such ominous things. Echo, please show Belomi to his quarters. We will talk again soon, Belomi."

At hearing her name Echo stands and turns to Bellamy, "follow me," she demands.