She gasped as he slammed her face into the hard wood of the table moments before she had been standing in front of, attempting to hide the body that wasn't meant for anyone to see but Glenn. Glenn, Oh God, where was Glenn?! Tears rolled down her cheek, sideways, due to the angle. She blinked them away fiercely, she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her cry.

That was the intention, at least, But The Governor would make her cry, and beg, and plead for everything from death, to more horrible possibilities before everything was said and done.

She exhaled a sound that was more of a hiss, then anything else, as she felt him push his hips against her, bent over the table. His hands began to wander, moving to cup her breasts. He whispered against her ear, his voice grating, and low.

"Now now. Was that so hard?"

To punctuate the choice of words, he ground his hips against her rear, and chuckled at the way she gritted her teeth in response, her hands forming into fists.

" A fighter. Good. The fighters are the most fun to break. "

In an instant, he had entangled his hand into her short brown hair, the other hand snaked it's way down from the breast it had been gripping and to the button of her jeans, with it loose, he began to tug them down unceremoniously.

Maggie struggled against him, but for her efforts, he pulled her head up by the grip he had on her dark locks, and slammed the side of her face with devastating force into the dark wood of the table in the interrogation room. The resulting pain was enough to daze her, the blood dripping quickly from her nose, pooling beneath where she was pinned. She stared at the growing puddle of her own gore, and tried to wish herself away. Away from all of this.

"Nonononono…."

Her chant raw, as she struggled to find a safe place deep in the recesses of her soul. Coming up empty.

The Governor paused in what he was doing, reaching a finger tip into the blood from the injury he had created. Mesmerized. After a moment, he added another finger to the first, gathering as much of the blood as he could, before moving his fingers to push her panties, aside. If she wouldn't be lubricated one way, he was willing to find another, he was resourceful, and she was nothing, if not a list of resources for him to mine. His fingers drove deep within her, exploring his newest territories.

Her tears joined the bloody mess of the table, despite her best efforts she found herself unable to push them away, and what he was doing, the way he touched her, using her own blood to ready his way made her gag. And before she could prevent it, she had vomited up the meager contents of her belly. The apple Glenn had thrown her for breakfast, that morning, and a granola bar she'd found in the bottom of the bag she had carried with her, to find rations. Baby formula, for Lori and Rick's baby. Would the baby survive now, without the sustenance they had been sent to find? She wasn't given long to consider anyones fate but her own, before he set upon her in his rage.

"You disgusting little whore! I should kill you for that!"

He threw her with out ceremony from the table and against the wall of the cell she had been held in. She did her best to brace for impact, but there was nothing for it. She cried out from the pain of it, hearing something crack. With the pain that accompanied it in the location of her ribcage, she had a fair idea of this injury. And she noted with cold gratitude that her physical response to his assault on her had lessened his apparent need for her, the tenting in his bluejeans not straining as it had been when pressed against her not a minute before. She flinched away from him as he raised his hand to strike her, and after a surprising few moments without impact she raised her eyes to him, to see what was keeping him from continuing the assault.

The cold malice that accompanied his smile, made her blood run cold. Instantly she tried to draw her body further away, wincing at the pain of it.

"No. I have different plans for you, Margaret. The least of the things that you will do is betray your people. "

His smile widened as he pulled her to her feet, growling at the door. "MERLE."

Merle unlocked the door from outside, and was in the room moments later, Pausing a moment to take in the site before him. The Governor had a grip on the farmer's daughter's dark hair, and miracle of miracles, she was nearly nude. Topless, of course, and her jeans head been shoved to just below her knees, her panties pushed half to the side, crimson blood along her thigh, and on the Governor's fingers, and most of all, over the face of the girl, he doubted her nose wasn't broken, with the way the blood gushed. He licked his lips, and then let his tongue sit in the place where a tooth had once been, eyes pausing on the heaving breasts of the girl, who had looked away at his obvious appraisal of her body. He coughed a little, glancing back to the Governor as if out of a trance.

"Yes, Sir…?"

The Governor shoved her to his one armed lackey, and muttered, "Clean her up, and restrain her. Don't touch her more then is necessary. " His eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Merle, murmuring darkly. "Or I'll be forced to remove your other hand." The mix of the smell of the vomit, and the metallic cling of blood had set him off his current path, but he would regroup, and face her once she was again clean and worthy of his attention.

"Of course, Sir." Merle, mewed. Taking a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, and shackling Maggie's hands together before she had a chance to resist. Shock was setting in, along with the fear of what was to come. She blinked a few times, as Merle led her into the hallway, and draped a rough brown blanket around her shoulders. After a few moments of shuffling along, some bit of reality penetrated her mind, and she began to scream, curdled sounds of terror before she managed one word, terror warping her voice into something surreal as she cried out.

"GLEEEEEEEEEEENNN!"

Immediately, she received the response she was hoping for. The sound of his voice. "MAGGIE! MAGGIE I'm HERE! I'll save you, Maggie, I swear to God!" He was just a few doors away, down the long hallway that was the myriad of Woodbury's holding system for criminals, and enemies of the Governor. He began to hit at the wood of the door, trying his damnedest to break his way out and to her. For her part, Maggie struggled heartily against Merle, and the handcuffs that held her, and if a kind star had been shining, perhaps she could have broken away.

As it was, her cry was cut off before she could finish.

"I lo-". And with a wet sounding smack, Merle used one of the creations of weaponry he had built to replace the hand he had left aboard a roof, long before Maggie and Glenn had even crossed paths, to silence her. She would have fallen to the ground, unconscious from the impact, but he caught her, muttering under his breath about how stupid she was, and how she wouldn't survive a week in Woodbury if she remained so troublesome.

The darkness surrounded her like a welcome cloak, in a long cold night.