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Just as expected, the girl fell into his trap. Was Bellamy going to kill her right now? No, he was not going to kill her right now nor did he expect to kill her at all unless she gave no choice. If she was still on Earth, there were obviously more than her. She knew information about these people and the 100 knew nothing. Putting down all tools and the knife, the tall male turned to face his bound captive, eyeing her closely for a second. She did speak English and she did understand English. At least that much was taken care of. If they were forced to communicate with another group, at least they could understand each other. What is your name? Who are you? Maybe I wont kill you if you cooperate. Bellamy spat almost venomously, not taking kindly to this. Even though it was a harsh approach, Bellamy thought no lives existed on Earth before meeting her. It was certainly shocking and fearful to know. Bellamy was a leader and he must try to not show any fear but it was much easier said than done. Learning about the opposition and what can be expected would help alleviate those emotions. Unsure if she would actually cooperate, Bellamy grabbed her knife again, deciding to rip the blade through whatever remainder of clothing she might have. When he finished, the brunette was completely naked and bare. It exposed her but also allowed Bellamy easy access to whatever he wanted. The handle of the knife trailed down her bare chest while a smirk grew across his face. I might not even kill you at all. I might keep you around to relieve myself whenever I need. I think you would make a great slave for myself and all the others here at the camp. Im sure we can make you somewhat useful. Bellamy quirked, hoping the threat of a sexual assault and a life of imprisonment and rape would sway her opinion. ------------- Ryan was unable to form comprehensive words at the present moment. The only thing in his mind was pain and fighting to keep his eyes open. A loud scream of pain left his lips at the sensation of the spear being ripped out. While Clarke tied something around the wound, it felt like Ryan could not breathe, gasping for air again and again. Groan after groan left his lips now as he doubled over, the blood already threatening to soak through the makeshift bandage Clarke used. It felt so hot outside and Ryan was thirsty and even hallucinating as the trees seemed to bend and there were about three of Clarke. God Im fucking dying. He muttered to himself before forcing himself to stand up straight, leaning on Clarke for support. In a moment of sobriety and consciousness, he noticed how bad the situation was. I think we should get back to the drop ship. Ryan whispered breathlessly while moving slowly against Clarke. He might not have been injured anywhere near his leg but he limped because all this pain made him want to double over and he just felt so weak. He already started sweating bullets and began turning a mixture of pale with a good deal of redness showing, too. It took them a couple hours to journey this far walking at a brisk pace while being totally conscious of the surroundings. How long would it take with Ryan on the edge of death. After only ten minutes, he slumped over and just fell down to the ground, landing with a thud. Even worse, his wounded shoulder slammed against the ground first and his eyes were closing. His entire body felt like spaghetti, unable to control anything. Everything sounded far off and he still felt so damn hot though he tried his best to stand to his feet again. Obviously, he was not doing good and almost all his clothing was soaked with blood. Ryan needed help soon or he might not make it but to him it would not matter. The spear was meant for Clarke but Ryan would never let something like that happen to her. Her life mattered more than his own in his eyes.