Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 1, 2016 17:24:17 GMT
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THE HELL WE WANT
When she assured him she was ready, Bellamy gave a short nod in term. Taking a deep breath, he reached to open the door, the guard outside immediately turning toward them. "I'll take her back to the cell," he told him, not wanting anyone else to touch her right now out of the fear that they would handle her too roughly. And Bellamy had been the one to put the cuffs on her. He gently held her arm, leading her back to the cell. When he got there, he opened the door and proceeded to uncuff her wrists, putting them back into his pocket. The guard watching the prisoners asked if everything was alright and Bellamy nodded.
"I'll speak to the Chancellor about this," he added on, all too aware that it was better it came from him than anyone else. He would at least have come control on the information being released. Once she was in the cell, he closed the door and locked it, forcing his gaze not to linger on her too long. He needed to keep up appearances, continue to look like the Bellamy whom everyone assumed him to be. With that, he turned and left, making a mental list of everything he needed to do in order to secure Niylah's safety and get her the hell out of here.
"I'll speak to the Chancellor about this," he added on, all too aware that it was better it came from him than anyone else. He would at least have come control on the information being released. Once she was in the cell, he closed the door and locked it, forcing his gaze not to linger on her too long. He needed to keep up appearances, continue to look like the Bellamy whom everyone assumed him to be. With that, he turned and left, making a mental list of everything he needed to do in order to secure Niylah's safety and get her the hell out of here.
