WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWO ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ .·:*

⇢ two years ago.

the ground. 

   She struggled against the chains; her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had been doing the past three days. Her wrists were covered in dry blood now, her own fault for struggling against the chains constantly. Her bare stomach was rubbed raw from her twisting against the chains there so much, crusted in dirt and blood. She definitely had an infection there. There is a stake being hammered into her lower back, strikes radiating pain in a way that shatters her brain - or at least that's what it feels like. She lies so still now, breathing shallow. Her face was drained of all color, and her muscles burned with an internal raging fire.

   Two guards covered head to toe in body armor stood by the door, blocking it to keep her trapped inside. Or to keep unwanted visitors in. They each held weapons, one had a spear and the other had a bow and arrow strapped to his back. She knew all too well that those weren't the only weapons on their bodies. The room she was being held captive in was rather large but nearly empty. There was only the chair she sat in and a long table against the wall on the other side of the room. It was dimly lit; multiple candles were scattered across the room she was held captive in.

   Her head snapped up at the sound of a command bark from the other side of the door, and the two guards instantly opened it. The blonde chained up swallowed thickly, visibly shrinking into herself. Two women and a man entered the room, one woman in the middle. They were draped in beautiful clothing that made them look both equally eye-pleasing and strong at the same time. The girl in the middle held herself high and took every step closer to her with grace, the young girl noticed the way she walked, demanding respect. 

   They didn't have any special armor or weapons like the guards did, but they didn't need them to intimidate her. The girl on the left looked younger, and her long chestnut brown hair fell softly over her chest, smaller pieces twisted into braids. She looked small next to the girl in the middle but walked the same as if she was mirroring the other, her head held high. The man was ironically the least intimidating, considering his large body mass and muscles. He stood slightly behind the two women, eyes scanning every corner of the room. A bodyguard, it seemed. Not like they needed him, though. 

   "You're the girl my men found sneaking into our home?" The woman asked, standing directly in front of the blonde. Her eyes were dull and colorless, she stared at her with much disinterest, as if she'd rather be anywhere else. Her mere gaze made the blonde feel small, like she was beneath the woman. From what the blonde gathered, only a few of these people spoke language she could understand. As for the others, they spoke a quick foreign language she didn't quite pick up on. She swallowed thickly and licked her lips and willed herself to speak, her eyes were glossy much to her dismay.

   "I wasn't sneaking in-"

   "You were caught climbing the west gates. Sounds a lot like sneaking in to me." The woman cut her off, voice sharp. Millie huffed in annoyance, eyes meeting the other girls. "I wasn't climbing it, I just wanted to see inside, that's all." She explained, but they weren't convinced. Even she didn't believe herself. 

   "I understand." The woman droned, the blonde in front of her dared a grin. "You do?"

   "Yes. You got caught and now you're lying to cover yourself." Her smile was wiped off her lips, even more color draining from her face. She looked like a ghost now. "What? N-no! That's not it at all." She tried, but even she wasn't convinced by the sound of her pathetic pleas. Her eyes traveled to the younger girl now, who offered even less sympathy than the leader.