Warning: This chapter contains a rape scene, it's not graphic, or detailed. But I know these things can be sensitive to some readers. You've been warned.

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"I saw what you traded her." William spoke, following along side of me. I gave him a sideways glance before flipping the wielding helmet in my hands. "You wouldn't want your father finding out about stealing illegal drugs, and then selling them for profit."

 I stopped in front of my tracks and faced the blonde haired man dressed up in a guard uniform infront of me. I knew this man from my father's close friends- and he would often come over to discuss business with my father. "You know William, I thought we were done with all this." I said back while crossing my arms over my chest.

 I saw his eyes go down my pushed up chest and he smirked slightly, but it was quickly washed off. "I'm just doing my job, Dakota." he told me with a stern voice as he stood up straighter. "If I see an illegal substance being distributed, I need to report this in..unless." He smirked over at me, that's when I saw his finger's snap, and in a second, guards were surrounding me.

"What is this?" I sneered, backing my way up into a closet door. I glanced in every direction as 5 guards stood beside William.

"Now, you wouldn't want your father finding out about all of this.. Wouldn't want him to be more disappointed." He smirked, "Get her."

My eyes widen as the guards began walking for me. "Get the hell away from me, I'll slit your throat." I sneered, attempting to sound more brave that I wasn't on the inside but it didn't work. One of the guards moved behind me and grabbed my wrists, forcing my shoulders to move together hard and I yelped out. "Please, don't."  I pleaded just as a cloth was clamped over my mouth, muffling my pleads.  

  The guard that I didn't get to see pushed me into the hallway that was empty- and pushed me inside an opened door. I stumbled forward and my knee hit the floor hard as the door behind me clicked shut. A hand grabbed hold of my brown locks, yanking me upwards to look at whoever was behind me but I fought as best as I could against them- but I was painfully outnumbered.

 My arm lashed out to the side to jab someone in the jaw as my life flashed before my eyes, a pain filled groan filled the room, "Grab her hands." someone had ordered, and a jingle of something coming out of a pocket filled my ears as someone clamped their hands over my wrists.

 Someone pushed me forwards, hitting my nose off the strong metal wall- enough to cause blood to start trickling down my nostril. "What are you doing, let me go!" I screamed as I sobbed out, trying to fight against the strong hands that had me pinned up against the walls as something cold wrapped around my wrists.

  "Oh, honey.. crying is just going to make me enjoy it even more." a voice who I recognized as William's called out as I was forced to turn around now that my motor movement was restricted with the silver handcuffs. I noticed the metal table sitting in the middle of the room as I was pushed towards the guards who stood behind it with smug looks on their faces. "I had my eyes on you for months," he smirked as he watched as I was bent over the table, my head banging off the metal with the force. 

 "Please, William-- you don't want to do this." I cried out as I felt my wrists get handcuffed to the table and the fear inside me was starting to bubble to the surface. Anger had started to grow inside of my veins as I felt trapped and vulnerable, "I'll kill you all." I slammed my hand down, only for my wrists to get cut from the cuffs.

 I saw someone's boots in my vision as a man stepped forward to the side of me, but I didn't dare to look up at him and give whoever it was the satisfaction to see the tears on my face. "She's too.. lively.. smack her head a little more." just as the command was said- my head was smacked up against the metal of the table and bounced off several times as my vision started to go blurry.

  Everything sounded muffled around me as my world started to spin- blood gushing from my nose was now painting the table red. I saw the outline of a man kneel down in my blurred sight but my eyes couldn't focus on him as they were dazed from the pain and minor concussion. "Now, you want to know what happens to little thief's on the ark?" a voice rang from my ears, the venom and smugness dripping through his words. 

 My ears were now becoming my main sense since my eyes were struggling to focus on the world around me. I heard the sounds of boots stop behind me as my eyes were starting to focus on a brown haired man, who was standing- looking at me with smirk on his face. My breathing hitched as I felt a strip of velcro come apart- and then a loud buzzing noise came later. 

 Someone had taken out their taser, i quickly realized as my breathing became more frantic with panic.

 A single hot tear escaped from my brown eyes as I was forcefully bent down with my cheek mushed against the cool metal. "I'll tell my father," I croaked out and someone let out a snort of amusement. "I doubt he would believe you."

 Suddenly without warning, the blue waves of the taser fell upon my lower back and I cried out a blood curling scream filled with pain and pleads of help- hoping that someone could hear me. "It's no use of screaming, no one can hear you and if they could- no one would come to your rescue." William replied as though he had  read my thoughts, and then let the hot bolts of electricity back on my back- letting the skin bubble up to the surface in a burn that would surely leave a scar that would take tears to fade.

 Suddenly the taser was pulled away but it still felt like I could feel the surge of electricity against my skin. I jerked my hands against their cuffs while letting out a sob, "show me your worst, you fucking coward." I managed to sneer out with what was left over with my confidence.

 I heard a laugh bellow behind me, "Oh honey. I haven't even started." he retorted and that's when I heard the metal of his belt buckle clash against itself and my breath sucked in harshly. 

 I shook my head as the tears came back to the surface, "You.. you're a bastard.." I screamed out as my head was yanked up and I was forced to look up at William- who was towering over me with a smug grin on his face, only to have him slam my head back into the table again. I let out a groan, not only did I have a pounding head, pain was burning from everywhere.

My pants were quickly torn off of me, which added to another head slam into the table from my struggling. "You are a disgusting human being.. Go float yourself." On my last words, that's when William entered my roughly, sending a blood curdling scream out of my mouth.

***

I let out a scream, jolting upwards. I let out a gasp of breath as I looked at my surroundings, noticing we were still by the depot.

"Hey, hey.." Bellamy shot up from my sudden outburst. His hands came to my shoulder's, stopping me from thrashing about. "Dakota, it's okay. It was just a dream."

My eyes searched his face, as my breathing started to slow down. "I-I'm sorry.." My hand came up to my forehead, and winced when I touched a large lump.

"Yeah, it looks about as bad as it feels." Bellamy chuckled, but his amused expression quickly faded. "Are you okay?"

"I- I'm fine.. Bad dream." I frowned, and pushed myself to my feet.

Bellamy was quick to get to his feet. "We need to go. The grounders could attack the camp at any moment."

"You're right.." I breathed, "Let's go then." I swallowed a lump in my throat, still trying to gather myself after the nightmare I had.

"You sure you're alright to go, Dakota?" He immediately stopped me from moving forward, his bruised hand coming up to grab onto my shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. The nightmares.. they pass."

"They're just nightmares, they aren't real." Bellamy spoke, trying to comfort me.

I smiled at his attempt to make me feel better, but this one wasn't fake. I gave him a simple nod, looking up into his bloody face. "You're hurt." I murmured. "We should clean that up, it could get infected." I muttered under my breath, examining the scattered cuts that littered Bellamy's face.

We both went back into the depot, and I began rummaging around for a decently clean strip of cloth. I could hear Bellamy gathering the guns from the floor, tipping over another barrel to see if it had any as well. It did. I ripped off a clean piece of cloth and walked over to one of the cracks in the wall, soaking the cloth in water that was dripping down from the wall. I rung it out as best as I could.

"Hey," I addressed him, turning towards where he was stringing the guns on a tiny rope. He looked up at me questionably, and I help up the damp cloth. "Let me clean you up." I insisted.

"It's fine." Bellamy turned back around.

I sighed, "Bellamy, let me help you." My tone started to sound annoyed, and I grabbed Bellamy by the arm, making him turn around.

He chuckled, and I raised my eyebrow. "Now, sit." I pointed down at the crate beside us.

His eyebrows shot up, and I gave him a look that implied it wasn't a choice to not sit on it. Signing, he tied the rope into a giant loop and slung the guns over his shoulder before plopping himself down on top of the crate. I walked over to him, leaning down slightly as I lifted the cloth to his face.

For several minutes, I worked in silence as I attempted to wipe away the blood from Bellamy's face without irritating the cuts further.

"It was about William, wasn't it?" Bellamy spoke softly, his eyes scanning over my concentrated face.

I paused what I was doing, and I felt like the wind got sucked out of my lungs. "I don't wanna talk about it." I spoke softly, I started to run the cloth over his left cheek, cleaning off the dried blood.

"It's better to talk about these things, you know." Suddenly, Bellamy reached up and grabbed my hand, gently removing the cloth from my grasp.

I finally looked into his eyes, filled with concern. "What is there to say, Bellamy? The man raped me. He handcuffed me to the table as he.." I began to choke on my words as I imagine the scenario replaying in my mind; something I tried to hide deep in the back of my mind.

"I'm sorry.." He spoke, giving me a look of pity.

"I don't want your pity, Bellamy. It was my fault, I should of never stolen-"

"It isn't your fault, Dakota. None of that was your fault." He spoke with such softness in his voice. I looked back into his eyes again, and I began to shift uncomfortably as we stared at one another. "Your turn." Bellamy decided to break the silence.

 I gave him a quaint nod, and he moved the two of us in a circle, and pushed down on my shoulders for me to sit down. I did while a sigh escaped from my lips- but it quickly turned into a hiss of pain when Bellamy placed the cloth to the growing goose egg on my head. The water was cold- which gave some relief to the pain of the pounding against my skull. My eyes fluttered close as I leaned further into the cloth.

 Bellamy let out a small smile as his hand trailed along the blood trail, down the side of my face. I opened my eyes to find Bellamy staring at me, and his hand started to clean up the blood on my bottom lip. I could feel my heart pick up it's pace as the two of us sat there in silence, just looking at each other. The cloth made my bottom lip pull apart, and Bellamy looked almost in a trance as his eyes followed the movement of my lips getting separated. I breathed in as I focused on Bellamy for a moment, and the realization of how close we had gotten slipped my mind as he was beginning to lean further into my body. It was a hesitant lean that was had me loosing my breath as I stared down at his own plump lips, but our eyes met once again as we both looked up. 

 I swallowed and that's when I turned away before our lips could touch. "We-- we should bring the blankets back with us." I exhaled the breath I was holding in, and I felt the breath of Bellamy's sigh on the side of my face before he moved away. I got off the crate without a look at him, gathering the orange colored blankets while Bellamy grabbed something to put them in for the hike back to camp.