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Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

"One a scale from one to ten, you are a solid negative fourteen." 

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You know how much I like annoying people? And you know how much I hate Murphy? Well, right now, I am living something of my worst nightmare. 

 I am gagged, and Murphy is right in front of me. 

I didn't think it was one hundred percent necessary to  tie us to chairs and stuff rags in our mouths. Unsanitary for one, annoying as hell for the other. I don't know how long we've been in this damn Drop Ship, but it had to have been millions of hours judging by the way my throat is scratching with thirst, and all of my limbs have fallen asleep. 

 "Murphy!" A muffled voice came from outside, and by the harsh tone I could tell it was Octavia, "If you even touch either of them, you are dead!" 

 Murphy chuckled, cradling his gun like it was a baby, "I'd like to see her try." 

 I wanted to yell that Octavia could kick his ass with her eyes closed, but it just came out as an indignant growl. Jasper's eyes were closed tightly, like he was bracing for impact, and mine were narrowed to the point I could barely see, but was trying to mentally summon my knife to my hand. 

"Murphy, I know you can hear me," Bellamy began, speaking through the walkie-talkie, "All of our food and ammo are on the lower level, you are leaving us vulnerable to an attack, and I can't let that happen." 

Murphy replied with an amused grin on his face, "well, encase you haven't noticed you're not exactly in control right now." 

 I rolled my eyes, looks like Murphy's time with the Grounder's didn't make him any more of a drama queen. 

 "Come on, Murphy," Bellamy urged, and I could vividly picture the smirk on his face, "you don't want to hurt them, you want to hurt me. So what do you say? Why don't you let them go... trade them for me."

 If I could talk, I would have called him an idiot, instead, I just shook my head as fast as I could, my hair whipping my face with the action. "You idiot!" I tried, but it came out muffled and garbled, Murphy gave me a cocky smirk. 

 "Yeah... you might wanna talk that idea over with your little boyfriend." He actually had the audacity to laugh, shaking his head, "for someone so good at stealing, he really isn't that coordinated on his feet." 

 I huffed in annoyance, trying to bite through my gag, which really wasn't working. "I'll steal your life, asshole." 

 "I think he just threatened me, Blake, so you might wanna hurry this up." 

 "All you have to go is let them go, and I'll take their place." The sentence was such a Bellamy thing to say, what an idiot, so concerned about a Grounder attack that he would be willing to trade himself in and have me as the only person to actually run this camp. 

 Murphy raked his eyes over Jasper and I, looking so pleased with himself. He has the two people who could run this camp right in the palm of his hand, and he is relishing every second of it.