"Clarke. Clarke. Clarke, wake up!" The voice of Lexa causes me to groan and try to move away in my dreamy state. Opening my eyes, I remember that I'm still tied in Lexa's throne. I groan again.
"Oh, hey. I'd love to help you with your interrogation, but I'm a little tied up right now." I say, pulling on my restraints. Lexa slaps me, hard. I've been stuck in this chair for two days, and I am starting to get very sore.
"You know, Clarke. I'm getting very tired of your behavior." Lexa sighs, drawing a knife from her boot. I swallow, trying not to show fear.
"Well, Lexa, I'm actually quite enjoying myself, and I really have you to thank." I smile, earning another slap from the other side. Lexa begins twirling her knife in her hands.
I have learned that Lexa really loves her knife. She's been using it to make long cuts all over my body. Shallow ones on my arms and legs, and deeper ones on my stomach. She hasn't moved above my chest yet, which I'm grateful for. I haven't told her anything, only responding to her questions with sarcasm, something she does not appreciate. But I refuse to give up. I keep thinking about my mother. I'm sure Bellamy is telling her that he still has me. I hope that those on the Ark are making plans to come down to Earth. I know that if my mother knew, she would rescue me in a heartbeat. I don't know if I want her to come here, though.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Lexa swiping her knife by my face, narrowly missing my nose.
"I asked you a question." Lexa snarls. "Where did you come from? How many of you are there?" I roll my eyes.
"One question at a time, please." Lexa stabs the knife into my thigh, and I clench my teeth to keep from screaming. She smiles at my obvious pain. She pulls it out slowly, and this time I can't help but yell out.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Lexa mocks. I shake my head, my dirty hair hiding the pain on my face.
"No, I'm fine." I grunt. "But your pride must be hurt. I mean, you've been torturing me for what, two days? And you've learned nothing." Lexa smiles, and I know I've crossed a line. She wipes my blood off of the knife on her pants, and then cuts me across the face. I gasp, surprised.
"You will tell me what I want." Lexa drags her finger along my new cut, smearing the blood. "And I will do whatever it takes." With that she turns and exits the tent. I sigh in relief.
The next few hours I drift in and out of consciousness. The knife wound on my thigh continues to bleed, and I know if it's not treated soon, I'll either die of blood loss or infection.
I jump in the chair when cold water hits my face. I opened my eyes to see Anya glaring at me. I draw in a breath, preparing to aggravate her.
"Anya! How are you? I've missed you." I smile as Anya begins untying my wrists and ankles. She pulls me to my feet and I sway, almost falling over. Anya smiles.
"What, no fighting?" She whispers into my ear as she reties my hands behind my back. I grimace.
"I want to, but I just don't think it would be a fair fight." I wince as Anya pushes me out of the tent. Two more grounders with weapons fall into step behind us as she leads me towards the woods. "Wait, what's happening? Where are you taking me?" I try to twist out of Anya's grip, but she's too strong.
"The Commander has decided to try another tactic." Anya says vaguely.
"Oh yeah, because she sucks at interrogating?" I quip, feeling triumphant. Suddenly I'm on my back, struggling to breath as Anya sitting on my stomach. She's holding a knife inches from my eyes.
"Don't every talk about Heda that way ever again. I don't want to ruin your pretty face more than it already is." I thought I was scared of Anya before, but the look in her eyes puts new fear into my heart. I cover it quickly.
"Get off me." I mumble as she pulls me to my feet, pushing me forward roughly. "What do you mean by another tactic? Where are we going?" Anya sighs.
"We're taking you back to your people. If you won't tell us anything, we have no use for you." I begin to struggle fervently.
"No, you can't do that. Please don't. They'll kill me. Please!" Anya only smirks "If you give me back, you'll never learn anything." I try as a last result.
"Don't worry about us. We have someone else to tell us everything." I stop walking.
"What? Who?" I don't get an answer. I see the drop ship looming ahead of us, and I dig my heels to try to slow us down. As we enter the clearing, I see that there is a wall around our camp.
I hear the sound of multiple guns locked and trained on us. When did they get more guns? Did the Ark send them supplies? I would've known about it, Lexa would have told me if another pod came down to Earth.
"We bring you Clarke kom Skaikru!" Anya yells. She throws me to the ground without untying my hands. I watch as her and the other grounders turn and run back into the woods. Slowly I turn my attention to the camp. There's an opening to the wall I didn't see before. I feel large hands on my shoulders, pulling me to my feet. I look up to see Bellamy smiling down at me.
"Long time no see, princess. Oh, and look. They delivered you tied with a bow and everything." He smirks, grabbing the rope binding my wrists. I kick him in the shin. While he's momentarily distracted, I turn and begin to run into the forest. Before I take five steps, a bullet buries itself into the tree next to my head. I freeze as Bellamy grabs me again.
"I wouldn't run if I were you. We have a lot of catching up to do, and I'm sure your mother will be ecstatic to see you safe and sound." I don't struggle at the mention of my mother. I let Bellamy walk me into camp. I ignore all of the eyes on me as I'm led into the drop ship. I'm taken to where I was held before, the top level of the drop ship. I wince as Bellamy takes off the rope that has been chafing my wrists. Before I can rub them, he grabs one, taking a seatbelt attached to the wall and tying the other end to my wrist. He does the same to my other wrist and both of my ankles so I end up spread out like a star. I try to fight the whole time he does this, but I'm too weak. As Bellamy stands back to admire his work, I speak.
"How is my mother? Does she know I'm alive? Why–" Before I can say anything else, Bellamy picks up a pipe from the ground. I close my eyes, knowing what's going to happen. He hits me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp for breath. He does this until even he's out of breath. He doesn't say anything after, he just leaves, locking the hatch behind him. I let out a scream of frustration before I let succumb to the pain, letting it turn my world black.