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Now, Bellamy was beginning to lose his cool. Putting the blade delicately onto the workbench, Bellamy assembled a slender material of cloth and a gallon container of water. Drawing near the prisoner once more, the young fellow started to give his side of the story. See, Amelia, you appear like a decent young woman and everything but youre killing me, here. I don't comprehend what the hell a tree-ku or a try-ko or whatever the fuck you just told me that you are. I don't comprehend what the fuck your people implies. Shit. I didn't think any life existed on Earth yesterday so pardon me when I don't exactly see eye-to-eye with you on this fucking thing. You better give me information I can use. However, you don't appear to be too eager to help. That is alright with me, though. I'll teach you a couple fucking lessons. Completing his announcement with a displeased episode, Bellamy grasped her head with one hand, holding her hair firmly and constraining her head in reverse, the back of her head level against the highest point of the seat. The material was immovably set over her mouth and nose while Bellamy fixed the top from the gallon of water. It may be a misuse of water however with data she gave, they may never run low on water again. Keeping the hostage still, Bellamy began to pour the water over the fabric. As an Ark Guard in-training, many classes were given on interrogation tactics regardless of the possibility that they were customarily seen as unethical. The water just spilled and spilled out of the compartment, soaking the fabric over her nose and mouth. This streamed gradually for a matter of thirty seconds before Bellamy finally quit pouring the water. He kept the fabric solidly over her mouth and nose, adding weight to squeeze her nostrils together while covering her mouth to expand the drowning sensation alongside compelling her to be unable to breathe. Just before she went out or suffocated in the water stuck in her lungs and throat, Bellamy evacuated the material and ventured far from the scene as he watched her hack, spit up water, and do whatever else she should do. While she was managing her issue, Bellamy fixed the top again and folded his arms over his mid-section. How about we attempt this once more? How many people are still on Earth? How in the hell did anybody survive the nuclear explosions? Bellamy did not know whether only one waterboarding endeavor would be sufficient to break the primal lady. If necessary, he would play out the demonstration over and over alongside different torment tactics he learned. Bellamy felt certain he could break Amelia and soon enough she would release information about the world they expected to know. ----------------------- It was a long, tricky excursion. After almost two hours, a scarcely cognizant Ryan bumbled his way with Clarke towards the camp. Two young men from the camp were out strolling when they spotted Ryan and Clarke. They saw he was draining of life and Clarke battled to carry him so they each snatched one arm and eased the blonde from the larger male. It was now when Ryan drooped over again and his eyes shut while the blood kept overflowing from the injury. They could move much faster now and they finally arrived at the camp. Regrettably, people were asking what happened. Clearly, they were not the only ones on Earth and one of their own was assaulted. The partying and cheers ceased immediately. The guys took him into the drop ship on the lowest level, propping him onto a table. Others assembled to offer some assistance if necessary while doing whatever Clarke guided them to do since she was the most experienced with anything involved with medical attention. While a great many people disliked Clarke a lot for who her folks were, everybody loved Ryan. He was a sweetheart on the Ark and he was an incredibly prominent guy in school. One delinquent put two fingers onto his neck to feel for a pulse yet he couldn't discover one. I don't think he's breathing He got out before everybody just ventured away to offer Clarke room to work and do whatever she could to spare Ryan. From Ryan's perspective, he was a distant memory. Eyes shut, with only obscurity and a glimmer of recollections. It was hard to appreciate or understand this moment and it was difficult to think clearly. Within his mind, he saw his parents and the Ark and for the most part, Clarke Griffin. From the first occasion when they met as youthful children to the day she was captured and each one of those times he sneaked to see her. His whole life practically spun around Clarke and attempting to keep her happy. It seemed as though he might die in view of his affection for Clarke yet in the event that you asked Ryan, it was a meriting demise. He would have done anything to keep Clarke alive and that is the thing that he just did.