Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

Bellamy dryly chuckled in response. The burly, dark-haired male refused to show any signs of weakness or a lack of confidence. Despite the number of her people might be much greater, Bellamy refused to give in. In his opinion, he could slaughter them all with one hand if he tried. Looking at the girl, he removed the special knife she concealed and sliced through whatever material she wore over her legs. His intent was to completely expose her body to him for whatever dastardly deeds of torment he wanted to use. Plus, she was pretty fucking hot, too. Oh yeah? Ill find out who your family is and who your closest friends are. Ill find out and bring you their heads, you little bitch. Out of spite, Bellamy maliciously spit in Amelias face though it just seemed to sink into her skin because of how drenched she was from the waterboarding. Stepping back from the chair, he pondered the next method. Unsure at first, his eyes followed along the welded, drilled metal walls around them. The drop ship was put together expertly and held power. Plenty of wires were hanging from the side. At first, he thought about choking her but a realization registered. In all likelihood, she might not even know about electricity. She would have no idea what he was doing. Reaching against the wall, Bellamy yanked out two blue wires and touched the tips together, creating a spark. This was perfect. She was tied to a metal chair and her body was wet. To test out his theory, he touched the wires to her abdomen for two seconds and released, gauging the damage and the reaction. -- Once his eyes fully opened, Ryan finally registered his surroundings. Almost as soon as Clarke crouched beside of him, Ryan pulled her down onto the table against his body. Thankfully, she rested on the opposite side of his wound. Watching the tears fall from her eyes broke Ryans heart. Im okay, Clarke. Im okay. You saved me. A small smile grew across his lips because they literally saved each other again. His thumb was brushing against her cheek and his lips pressed another kiss to hers quickly and chastely. A rugged sigh escaped his lips and a deep inhalation of oxygen was taken. Ryan understood he was pretty damn lucky to be alive right now. The pain was growing intense again after the adrenaline wore off but Clarkes presence made him feel better. Out of respect, the remaining delinquents exited the room to give the couple some alone time. Ryans free hand rested in the center of Clarkes back, slowly massaging her skin underneath her shirt. They were both soaked with his blood but that could be washed away. For now, he cared nothing about cleanliness and everything about living in this moment with Clarke. I love you baby. Are you alright? Now, Ryan was checking her body for any apparent injures. Even when he nearly died moments ago, his only worry was about Clarke because after he blacked out, he did not know if they were attacked again or if any harm happened to the blonde. At first glance, she looked fine except for being unable to tell if all this blood was his or some of hers as well. He would just need Clarke to confirm she was alright.