The second chance

Don't call me princess

One hour before Bellamy, Octavia and Madi's arrival

Clarke

This Charlie looks happy about torturing me. But I won't tell anything. I survived even physical torture, when my mum hanged herself by A.L.I.E. And now that dream, that was 100% worse.

Back then I had hope that anyone can come and save me. But in that dream? That was different.

I have hope in them now. They won't let me down. They never have.

"Let's do this," their leader said, but still I don't know his name. So since now, he's douche.

"Of course you have a choice. We get that information from you by talking or by torture. The choice is yours." I looked at him with my "I'm gonna kill you" look. Someone is going to kill him eventually. I would like to be that someone.

"As you want," douche said and looked at Charlie for him to know that he can start.

"Are you ready princess?" Charlie asked.

"Don't call me that," I said right after him. He has no right to call me that. Only two people can call me that. I mean only one now.

"Why not? Princess." He said and I am really pissed now.

Cause my legs are free to move, I stand up turn around very quickly and break a chair by hitting Charlie. I'm fully free now. I punched Charlie for like three times and for the 4th time he fell down.

I was breathing heavily. It seems to me like I ran a marathon or something like that.

"You're tougher than I expected," he said impressed.

"But you won't defeat me." He said and smiled.

Yes, maybe I was on the ground for 6 years, but I didn't fight a lot. I didn't know that I'm gonna need it. But I learned some new skills.

I was throwing punches, but he avoided every single one. My legs joined too and started to kick him. Of course, it has a minimal effect on him. I got an idea eventually. I made a move that I'm going to kick him, but I punched him instead. He went a few steps back.

"Wow. You're pretty good, but not that good," he said, smiling. He was looking behind me. That means somebody is behind me and that's bad.

I couldn't turn around that fast and because of that, I got hit into my back. I fell to the ground.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" He said proudly by that. I looked up at him.

"You know what? It actually doesn't hurt at all." I said sarcastically. But it actually hurts a lot, like I've been kicked by a horse. And it happened once.

"What now?" Right after he said that he kicked me into my stomach. I didn't expect that so it was even more painful.

"Even better," I whispered just for me to hear. I looked at him and said just by my face that I'll kill him. He just laughed.

"Bring a new chair. I stay here and I'm gonna watch her." Douche said and Charlie with the other guy left.

"Now we can talk." I nodded, cause I want to find out as much information as I can get.

"What do you want to talk about?" I said curiously.

"You were mumbling something when you were dreaming. I caught one word and it was Wanheda. What that means?" He asked with curiousness in his voice.

"You don't want to know. Trust me." I tried to shut him off.

If I'd explain that to him, I'd tell him about the ark, grounders or mount weather. And I don't want to.

"The opposite actually." From his face, I can say that he really thinks that I'm going to tell him.

"That's bad, cause I won't tell you anything," I said still laying on the ground.

"Yes, it is bad, but for you." As he said that guys came back with my chair.

"Tied her up. And this time tied her legs too," he ordered them. They did as he said.

In two minutes I was tied up to the chair. Again. My hands were tied to the arms of the chair. But now it's tighter than it was before.

"Well now we can start," He pointed at Charlie and he pulled out some nails, but those are too thin and at the one side it's like a needle.

"Will you talk or not?" Douche asked and I said nothing.

He nodded to Charlie, he took one nail and came right in front of me.

"If you move it'll be even worse," Charlie said and that makes me uncomfortable.

He caught my finger and he slowly started to pull the needle against my finger. It's going deeper through. But it really hurts like hell. I looked the other way and thought about something else. I have tears in my eyes, but just a few, so they are hard to see. 

My hand is shaking and I can even feel the blood.

"Give her more. She doesn't look like she's affected by that." Douche said to Charlie and he gets into his work.

After a while, I had in each finger a needle. The little fingers were the worst. Maybe my tears are rolling down by my face, but that was all. The strangest thing was that they didn't ask any question. It seems like they just want to torture me. 

"That's all you got?" I asked exhausted by hiding the pain.

"Well, I admit that you're stronger than some guys I've met." He said defeated. He looked at Charlie and he understood. Charlie left and douche came closer to me.

"But I bet my life that now you won't hold the scream." He said smiling. When you think about it, he's a really smiling guy, but he's happy from suffering.

Meanwhile, I am thinking about that he caught eight of the needles. Of course, he left the needles in little fingers, bastard. And at the same time, he pulled it out. I couldn't hold the scream. My hands hurt like onto them fell a big rock. 

"I am always right," he said looking at me. Right after into the room came some guy.

"Boss someone wants to talk to you," he said like it is urgent.

Both of them left, idiots. Now I have time to think about an escape.

Hi there. I'm sorry for not updating. I had some issues with wattpad. I updated a new chapter, but at the same time, I clicked the button, my computer turned off and that chapter was deleted.

I'll try to update a new chapter in a week. And of course, thank you for reading.