Story Summary:
Missing for over two years, Alexis McKay manages to escape from her abusive captors only to find she's not in a world she was once in. Confused and afraid, Rick decides to help her, partly to atone his earlier inability to save Lori and helps her adapt to her new life.
As Rick and Alexis's relationship deepens and she begins to believe her life has meaning once again, old faces begin to reappear, forcing her to face her horrid past face on.
Author's Note:
This story is rated M for rape, abuse and future lemons. I'll warn you right now, this first chapter contains rape. Please review/favorite/like!
Restoration
Chapter 1: Escape
Dull pain greeted her as she slipped back into wakefulness. She opened her eyes to find herself strung to the roof by her hands, completely vulnerable
She looked across from her to find Sarah on the opposite side of the room, lying on her back among the disheveled sheets of the dirty old mattress in the room, staring vacantly at the ceiling.
The bound woman heard the sound of the door opening and shifted her eyes to the side to see one of her captors enter the room.
The man at her side chuckled.
"Awake already?" he mused, his voice smooth and rich as ever. He then turned and took a quick glance at Sarah. "Looks like the dumb broad finally bit the dust. I guess she couldn't handle all of the abuse."
"Bastard," she croaked, her tongue feeling thick and dry inside her mouth.
He only seemed amused by her insult, smirking as he reached out to run fingers through her disheveled blonde strands.
Without warning, he hauled her forward into a rough kiss. He suckled at her lips before pushing his tongue past them, violating her mouth while she was unable to push him away. With no other way to defend herself, she did all she could. She summoned her strength and bit him hard.
The bite wasn't enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make her assailant grunt in pain and pull away, but instead of anger, he only continued to look at her with amusement.
"So much spirit," he chuckled. "No wonder the boss loves you so much. He likes watching the strong ones break down."
She hung her head low and listened to the man brutalized her without even using a weapon. His words were enough. Just then he turned to the table in the room and reached for the whip he had made himself out of rope and rubber. When she saw it she began thrashing which only made her arms hurt worse. She grew frightened when he stepped behind her. This was it. She knew what was next.
With one loud crack he whipped her, leaving three long gashes on her back. He smirked as she screamed in sheer, unadulterated agony. She could feel nothing but pain. The gashes were red and inflamed. He pulled back the whip again, cracking it a second time. Blood poured from her wounds and she could only cry as he continuously whipped her, until her entire back became unrecognizable.
He placed the whip back onto the table and stood in front of her. Her captor's hand fell to her breast, running over it softly before traveling down her stomach to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down on one side until her sex was revealed.
"Oh yeah," he practically growled, clearly approving of the sight before him.
He licked his thick lips in a way that made her shudder. His lustful eyes were fixed on her pale and bruised flesh as he brought his hand to her opening and inserted a single finger into the place he had forcibly abused several times.
She whimpered as she felt him slide inside her. She squirmed, desperate for him to remove his invading digit.
"What's the matter, baby?" He growled, pumping his finger in and out of her slowly, making sure she noticed how he easy it was for him to violate her any way he wanted. "Are you not enjoying this as much as I am?"
He inserted a second digit and sped up his ministrations, smirking as she submitted to him completely as she realized it was futile to resist him in her current situation.
"Good girl," he praised, withdrawing his fingers.
Rising panic filled the woman's already frantic mind as he stepped back, discarding his jacket and pulling the shirt he wore underneath over his head. His body was well sculpted, powerful muscles flexing beneath pale, scared skin. His hand went to the fly of his pants and her mouth went dry.
His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his erect member which he slowly pumped in his hand. He wasn't as long as the other men but he made up for it in girth, and it hurt. He came at her with his knife and in one swift motion he cut through the rope. She fell to the ground, limply becoming surrounded by her own blood.
As he took her by her tangled blonde locks, she grasped the cold dirt beneath her and threw it into her captor's face, blinding him for a moment.
She sprang up from the position she was in and legged it in the direction of the door. She had gotten to the door and was in the process of yanking it open when he launched himself at her in a diving tackle.
She fell heavily onto the floor and with the additional weight of the man on top of her, all the air was knocked out her lungs. "Get off of me!" She screamed. "Let me out of here!"
She tried to fight him off with all the energy she could muster, but it was no use. He climbed off her, picking her up as he began to stand and threw her down in the middle of the room.
She looked back up at him and saw the intense anger in his eyes. He truly looked like he was going to kill her at any given point. "I fucking warned you once not to try anything," He growled.
Through her sobbing she tried to tell him that she was sorry, but he cut her off, telling her not to apologize to him.
He tangled one his hands into her hair and pushed her down hard onto the cold dirt floor. "I'm going to teach you who's dominate around here."
"No!" She screamed, still containing the will to fight. She mustered as much as strength as she could to push him off of her, but it was futile.
Her screams could be heard throughout the entire house. The anguish and fear in her voice was unmistakable. He flipped her onto her back, straddling her hips as she clawed furiously at the man who was about to rape her. She shrieked as his nails dug deeply into her hips as he thrusted himself within her, her voice sputtering out to gasping sobs, in rhythm with his pounding.
He grabbed her by her wrists as she tried to fight him off. She was weak and had severe malnutrition. The fight was a short and feeble one. Her sobs trailed off into pained whimpers as the man continued his movements. She turned her head and opened her eyes, her shamed and hopeless gaze flitting over to Sarah.
Her eyes widen at the sight. On the ground, Sarah began to stir, deep breaths growing from deep within her. Her hands and arms begin to twitching on the mattress. She was dead, wasn't she? But how?
Her captor was too preoccupied with what he was doing to realize what was happening. "Sarah?" She whimpered.
Sarah opened her eyes, which, though always blue, were now suddenly an icy cool grey-blue, the pupils gone. Her eyes were bloodshot and she began to moan and paw at the air. She reached for her and her captor, grabbing at the ground as she began to pull herself up, growling.
She let out a shaky breath. Something was wrong, very wrong. She tried to push him away as Sarah began to stalk closer but he only thrusted harder, palms pressed to the ground on either side of her body, caging her in. "No," She gasped. "No! Get off!"
With an animalistic growl, he plunged into her several more times until he finished. Instantly, his vision was awash in white as released himself deep inside of her. As Sarah stood over them, her jaw opened wide their captor opened his eyes.
"Oh, fuck!" He yelled, withdrawing right as Sarah was about to attack him. As he scurried for his knife she took the momentary freedom and made a run for it. She grabbed her panties off from the floor and bolted out the door, shutting the heavy door and making sure to lock it behind her.
She glanced around the room frantically until her eyes landed on the china cabinet sitting beside the door. She pushed the heavy wooden cabinet in front of the door, ignoring the man's angry screams demanding to be set free.
With shaky hands, she slipped on her panties and crossed her arms over her bare breasts defensively to hide herself. She stumbled into the living room and out the front door that reeked of rotting flesh, causing her to choke on the smell.
As her eyes adjust to the sunlight she lumbers down the stairs and sees decayed rancid, fly-covered bodies in piles but what caught her attention was a ravaged body of a woman that used to be a captive in the house. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and backs away, confused and afraid.
She gasped as she heard a loud crash coming from inside the house and ran towards the grassy field that led to the woods. Furious, the captor threw the front door open just as a military vehicle pulled up.
"The fucking bitch escaped," He told the others. "She's heading towards the woods."
Two men wearing camouflage, army boots, and holding automatic rifles. Their leader sat in the driver's side and glanced up at the guard furiously. He threw the door open and reached for his rifle inside. He peered through the scope. And that's when he saw her. She was right in the open. He adjusted his scope before pulling the trigger, smirking as she landed hard onto the ground. "There. She won't get very far in her condition, especially with those things walking around." He said with a smirk. "Bring her to me. I'll deal with her myself when she returns. Go! "
The men nodded and sped off.
She ran fast as her body could carry her, ignoring the burning in the muscles of her legs as the tall grass on either side of her flew by in blurs of brown and green. Next thing she knew pain shot through her right shoulder. She cried out in pain as she fell to the ground like a ton of bricks. Her hand flew up to the wound, as she tried to slow the bleeding. The blood was hot as it trickled through her fingers.
The pain was unbearable and she was starting to feel nauseous. Everything around her was starting to spin and things were beginning to get blurry. A pained cry escaped her lips as she managed to pull herself up on her knees, ready to crawl towards the woods.
~THE WALKING DEAD~
The branches tore at her arms, the jagged rocks dug into her feet, her lungs screamed in pain as she gasped for breath. How long had she been running? It could've been hours; it could've been months. She had no idea where she was, all she knew was that she wasn't going back to that horrid basement ever again.
Eventually she came to a paved road and noticed a person wandering down the road, "Help!" She screamed. "Please, help me!"
The person slowly turned around and staggered in her direction. Tears of relief escaped from beneath her eye lashes, cutting wet trails down her cheeks as she stumbled towards her savior. As her savior closed in on her, it took her a moment to realize that whoever she was staring at was defiantly beyond normal.
A mutilated man, badly decayed, his right arm, nose and lips missing-reached for her, pathetically moaning in hunger. Terrified, she stumbled back and fell over.
"Jesus," She gasped, regaining herself a moment later, turned around, and hastily ran away.
~THE WALKING DEAD~
There was a pain in her left foot. At least that's where it started every time she took a step. A dull, throbbing ache pounding across her sole, it pulsed a few times, then traveled up through her ankle to her calf on its way to her knee, where it knocked around for a bit before traveling up through her thigh. It stopped only when she lifted her foot. That's when it started on the other side.
Though, she had plenty of more pressing issues to worry about. There was something about the prospect of imminent murder at the hands of insane rapists, decayed and mutilated people to keep you from thinking about being lost in the middle of nowhere.
She fought to keep these thoughts out of her mind, but it was getting harder and harder. The searing pain in her shoulder, back, feet and legs was keeping her anchored to reality.
She glanced over her shoulder, noting whatever or whoever was following her was a small ways behind her, giving her a chance to stop for a brief moment and catch her breath.
She took a step forward and felt the pain run up her leg, causing her to fall down. "No," She said. "Not now, please no."
She whipped her head around when she heard the growling coming closer. Clenching her jaw, she used her left hand to support her body and finally managed to stand up. She took a shaky step testing her leg, but fell once again. She was trapped. There was nothing more she could do. Tears of disappointment and anger ran down her cheeks. Her freedom was slipping away and her body was in no shape to run anywhere, or even crawl. She tried desperately to figure out how she was going to get out of this predicament
She screamed as she looked up and realized the dire situation. As it reached towards her, as though for love and leapt at her with jaws wide open. She rolled to her side, but was brought to a sharp halt as a needle like stab went through her entire body. She cried out in pain as she was violently slammed down to the ground.
She placed a hand on its face to keep it away as its jaws snapped at her hungrily. She scrabbled around at the ground for a weapon. She came up with a stone the size and weight of a brick. It would do. She would never forget the tingling sensation from the shock of the rock as it slammed into its head. She dropped the rock onto the ground as it sprawled out over the paved road.
Sobbing on the road, she called for help, questioning if any of this was real or if she's dreaming. On the ground, it began to stir. It reached for her, grabbing at the ground as it began to pull himself up, growling.
At the same time she hears engines rumble in the distance; a man riding a motorcycle, followed by a silver truck pulling up. The passenger side door of the truck flew open. A fairly tall Caucasian man with a slim figure with dark brown and wavy hair wearing black pants, cowboy boots and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up burst out.
"Daryl, take out the walker." He commanded.
Her gaze shifted to the man named Daryl. A slim built Caucasian man with brown hair and facial hair on his lip and chin, wielding a crossbow. He trained his crossbow on the 'walker' and fired an arrow into its head, taking it out in one swift blow.
"Hey," He said gently, walking towards where she still sat on the paved road. "It's okay. You're safe now."
He opened his arms to comfort her, but she was suddenly backing away, scrambling to avoid him.
Her hands came up to cross over her breasts defensively to hide herself, the thought of being touched by a man suddenly made her panic, but she instinctually knew she had to get away before something bad happened, before she was hurt.
"No," She wept. "Please no, just leave me alone. I don't want to go back, please don't take me back there."
He let his arms drop to his sides as she made it clear she didn't want to be touched.
"Rick," A male in his early twenties with black hair and a light complexion said as he tossed him a blanket which he easily caught.
"It's okay," He soothed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She glanced fearfully at the gun in his hands. If Rick wanted to earn her trust, he knew what he needed to do.
"It's okay. Here" He said quickly tossing the gun onto the ground.
With little energy she had left, she leapt for the gun only for him to wrap his arms around her waist, foiling her plan. "No, don't." He said. "Don't. Stop. No."
She continued to write in his arms until she exhausted what energy she had left, Her eyes drifted shut as she lost consciousness, her last thoughts of being taken back to the place she feared most as tears escaped from beneath her eyelashes, cutting wet trails down her cheeks as she succumbed entirely to the darkness.
Rick breathed out a heavy sigh as he gathered the woman's unconscious form into his arms, draping the blanket over her. He stared hard at her. He recognized this woman from somewhere, but where?
"Well," Daryl said. "What do you want to do?"
And that's when it hit Rick. He remembered exactly where he saw this woman; on a missing person's bulletin he posted up on the board of the King County Sheriff's Office months before the world went to shit. "I know this woman." Rick said, turning his head towards Daryl and Glenn. "She's been missing for over two years."