ARMON HAD JUST FINISHED putting the last can of food down when a knife was pressed into the skin of her back, "You run and you die." A deep voice hissed behind her.

Armon's eyes widened and she stood up slowly. She then spun around, smacking the knife to the ground and punched his gut.

Bellamy's goons surrounded her, weapons ready to be used. Armon knew she couldn't beat them all and didn't want to injure them too badly so she held her hands up in surrender. "Drop your weapon." Bellamy growled. Once she did, he came up behind her and pinned her hands behind her back. A rope was wrapped around her wrists and he tugged her towards the direction of the dropship.

He brought her up to the third floor and used seatbelts to tie her hands behind a pole. Armon began tugging on the restraints, hoping they were loose enough for her to get free, "Who are you?" Armon stopped struggling and stared at the older man, "I know you can understand me. So I'm going to repeat myself one more time." He stopped right in front of her, "Who are you?"

Armon still didn't respond so Bellamy slapped her face. She glared and spat black blood on his shoe. Bellamy gave her one last look before leaving, "Maybe you'll come to your senses and realized you have to answer my questions... or die." 

It was only an hour later when someone else came in and asked questions. When she wouldn't answer, the tanned boy took a knife and cut her. Either it was her arms, stomach, or sometimes he plunged it into her thigh. But she never screamed.

It wasn't until that night when the torture stopped. Bellamy entered the room and Armon heard screams of pain coming from the level before. She assumed it was coming from the boy she had treated earlier.

A blonde girl followed him up and her eyes widened at the sight of the Grounder woman tied up. The brunette watched as the two argued before Bellamy left, giving her one last glare. The blonde walked over with a washcloth dipped in water and began cleaning her wounds, "I'm sorry about this. I'll figure something out."

This went on for three days. In the morning, Bellamy would ask questions and Armon never answered. Then he would leave the same boy to torture her, trying to get the answers from her. But it never worked. And every night Clarke would come up to clean the injuries she gained.

"I'm sorry about the boy. He trespassed on forbidden land." Armon said after three days of listening to the boy scream.

The blonde looked at Armon with wide eyes, "You speak English." She said,

Armon nodded, "Most of us, yes."

"What do you mean he trespassed on forbidden land? Do you own Mount Weather?" She asked and Armon shook her head,

"The Mountain Men live in the mountain. They are no friends to Trikru." Armon stated, looking at the ground, "I can help your friend."

"You have medicine?"

Armon looked towards the corner, "My bag. There is a journal. Inside is a map to where you can find the seaweed. If you boil it in water and give it to him, it should help."

"Thank you." The blonde grabbed the journal and turned back to her, "I'm Clarke."

"Armon."

"I'll talk to Bellamy. Maybe I can strike a deal with him. Stay here!" Clarke rushed down the stairs and Armon sighed,

"Where am I going to go?"

Only minutes later, Clarke brought Bellamy back. The two were arguing until Bellamy spotted the small brunette. He held up the journal and got close to her face, "Are you leading us into a trap?"

Armon glared at him for a moment before answering, "Why would I do that?"

"Ever since we arrived your people have done us harm." Bellamy growled, "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I am sorry about your friend. To be honest, the one who shot him is a complete meathead. I'm trying to right our wrong. I would go myself but I'm kind of tied up." Armon replied,

"You want me to let you go?" Bellamy shook your head, "You're delusional."

"No, I'm the one who decides whether you're a threat or not. And right now it's not looking good for you." Armon stated.

"What do you mean?" He growled, taking another step closer to the Grounder female,

"I was sent to watch your group and report back to my leader. If I decided that you were a threat, we would unleash a war on you." Armon stated. Bellamy gave her a glare before he untied Armon's hands before tieing them together again. He then undid her legs before dragging her towards the ladder. Bellamy went down first and Clarke looked over at the older girl,  "I'm sorry about him. He said he'd keep your hands tied up until he can trust you." She said,

"I understand." Armon replied before it was her turn. Bellamy grabbed onto her waist and Armon jumped off the ladder. Armon turned to face him, "Where are you taking me?"

Without a reply, he tugged on her arm. She let out a hiss of pain and he brought her outside. Everyone watched as Bellamy dragged her into his tent. "Really?" Armon smiled, "I'm staying in your tent? I could kill you in your sleep, Skyboy."

Bellamy took off his jacket and tossed it on his bed, "Think of it as a trust exercise. You don't murder me during the night, I trust you a bit more. Grounder Girl."

Armon rolled her eyes at the nickname before nodding and Bellamy tossed a sheet on the floor. She used his jacket as a pillow and wrapped herself up in the sheet. Laying down on the ground, the brunette watched as Bellamy tossed and turned on his cot. She spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how to get out of the situation without causing any more trouble.