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Chapter 1
"I don't see why you couldn't have just let me go. I was fine. God, what did you soak that gag in, bleach?"
"Piss, actually." Bellamy retorted. He chuckled at the sight of her fighting with the knots in the ropes. Struggling against the ties that bound her hands together, and her feet to the chair, Clarke continued to argue with him.
"And did you really have to knock me out, gag me, and tie me up?" She almost had the first knot undone.
"I couldn't let you leave Arcadia. The mountain is over and done with, but we still have an army of at least three-hundred grounders out there who all want our heads. We need a leader, Clarke. We need you." Bellamy watched her struggle, thought about knocking her out again, but decided that it probably be better to let her ride out the initial stages of her anger. He poked the barrel of his gun outside, pulling back the cloth that served as the door to his make-shift tent. "Okay, the coast is clear. For now." Clarke chuckled. "What's so funny, princess?" She hated being called that, even more so when he said it. She held it together though, she couldn't let Bellamy see that he got to her. Not yet.
"Nothing, it's just that I find it hilarious that you actually think I'd go out there with you. Yeah not gonna happen Blake, this one can take care of herself." She continued to struggle with the knots at her wrists and ankles. This time it was Bellamy that started to laugh.
"Now forgive me if I'm wrong princess, but this is all coming from the girl who is tied to a chair, in a tent, in the middle of the woods, three days away from the nearest camp, correct?" He swung his gun back around his shoulder and took a few more steps towards Clarke, circling the chair she was bound to. He crossed his arms again. "The same girl who couldn't shoot Quint, who couldn't slaughter the mountain men, and who ran off as soon she did. I'm sorry but that doesn't sound like taking care of yourself to me." She scoffed. "Actually princess, if I didn't know better I'd think you were a bit of a softie," he smirked, spinning around on his heels to face her. The ropes around her ankles were almost undone. He started teasing her again. "A kind-hearted, crystal-souled, mushy-gushy-" Before Bellamy could finish, he was interrupted with a swift kick to the head.