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"You know, it's a real shame Bellamy." You cooed, looking at the man leaning forwards in his chair. He tried to avoid eye contact, to block out your brain washed words just long enough to get through his shift. "The chip, you know, saves you from all this end the world stuff, but you won't take it. Guess you really don't want to be with me." You mumbled, dropping your head. Bellamy finally looked over, his face showing his conflicted emotions. "But that's okay, because there are so many other guys that want me here. I keep telling them I'm waiting on you, but you're being stubborn." This caught his attention, Alie smirking as she stood bedside of you. "You remember Chandler? God, he was such a good kisser-"
"Shut up." Bellamy snapped, remembering having to pry the drunken boy off of you one night. "My Emily would never say that. She would never think of that"
"Look Bell, I may have you now, but I gotta settle down, and if you don't take the chip, it won't be with you." The tone of your voice suddenly shifted, a glint of a tear in your eyes. "This thing in my head, it's trying to make me get to you. But, if you think about it, when the world ends, I won't have you anymore unless you take it." Bellamy was now at your side, his hands ghosting over the rope restraints.
"Keep going." Alies voice was low, a satisfied smirk on her face. "He's starting to give in." You stared up at Bellamy, eyes willing him to untie your arms. He slowly did so, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"I love you." He spoke lowly. You repeated his words, slowly pulling the electronics piece from your pocket.
"Please. Stay with me forever." You begged, placing the chip in his palm. He studied the thing closely, before his eyes met yours. With a low sigh, he squeezed your hand and nodded.
"Bellamy no!" Clarkes loud voice broke through the room as she ran in, stealing the chip from his hand.
"No!" You screeched, slamming your fists on the bed. "Bellamy-" but your words were cut off as Clarke gagged you, Monty and Octavia working on tying your arms back.
"Did you untie her?"
"Clarke, she- i- Alie." His voice broke as his hands ran through his hair. "She got to me." Clarke placed her hand on Bellamy's shoulder, letting out a low breath.
"Alie knows things, and she knows how to use them against you. Everything Emily is saying isn't really Emily. Alie is trying to get you. Dont let her get to you."
