"Beth!" Daryl used all the air in his lungs to call after the car that was driving away - the car that had Beth in it. "Beth!" He screamed again, trying to catch up, but it was too late as the car turned a corner. Most would have stopped at that moment, giving up. But they weren't Daryl Dixon. If there had been one thing Merle taught him, it was that a Dixon never gives up. And as his mind trailed off to thoughts of his deceased brother, it only added fuel to his fire. He wasn't going to lose anyone else. Those walkers hadn't come out of nowhere. There were far too many. It was almost identical to what he knew to be a tactic that the Governor used. But it couldn't have been him; he was burning in Hell. Daryl's legs continued to carry him in the direction the car had gone and his lungs began to hurt, but none of that mattered if it meant he would make it to her, to save Beth. Finally, Daryl stopped in an attempt to catch his breath, but it was pointless. Calling for her was pointless.
All that his voice was was an echo.
BETH'S P.O.V.
The stench of perspiration and rotting flesh was the only thing that filled Beth's nostrils as she finally began to regain consciousness. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she immediately grimaced as a sharp pain coursed through the back of her head. Reaching behind her head, she lightly ran her fingers across where she felt the pain.
"Ouch…" Beth whimpered and removed her hand, glancing at it to see the blood shining on the tops of her fingertips. But the pain had distracted her from the sounds of a walker and her ears pricked when she finally registered growls from the opposite corner. Her wide eyes looked over in the corner and she tried to get up and away, but she had also failed to notice the chains that bound her to the ground. "Daryl?!" The small-framed girl frantically tried to become free of her chains, hoping Daryl was there to save her, but only laughter answered her as the door opened.
"Oh darlin', by the time we're finished with you, the only name you'll be screaming is mine." A husky voice came from the doorway, sending a chill down Beth's spine and caused her to jerk in another attempt to get away. "You won't be going anywhere, so...get comfortable." The male stepped into the room and knelt down in front of her, pushing some hair behind her ear. "Because so long as you comply to everything we say, well, let's just say that you won't be our friend over there's meal. Do ya understand?"
Beth looked around the small room before looking into the eyes of her captor. "What do you want from me? I-I don't have anything worth taking, so just let me go. If you want the house we were staying in, then you can have it."
The man laughed once again, an evil grin spreading across his features. "Where do ya think those walkers came from, sweetheart? Do ya think they just wandered on in from the woods? Nah, we brought them there to fumigate the house, so to speak. We needed more people for our group."
"If you need me for your group, then why am I chained up?" The blonde furrowed her eyebrows together, glaring at the older man. "This is no way to treat a group member. A female nonetheless. Your southern hospitality is certainly lacking."
"I hate to tell you, babe, but southern hospitality died when humanity did." He brought his face closer to hers and gripped the back of her neck. "You're needed for another reason." That had been when he leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking her skin and biting to leave a mark. "Just because the world's endin' doesn't mean our needs have ended, too." The strange man's dirty hands traveled downward and rested on the rim of her jeans. He's index fingers slipped into her belt loops before he quickly worked to unbutton her jeans and tug them off onto the concrete ground. "And going back to what you said earlier, about not having anything worth taking," he paused, looking back up at her. "Has anyone taken your virginity?"
Beth's heart sunk down into her stomach and a lump formed in her throat. It had been the one thing she was saving for when she knew she had something special with someone, but now she knew it was going away with her dignity. A single tear had escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek as she looked down, but she could still feel him smirking at her as he continued to remove her clothing. Her bare back hit the cold wall as he pushed her against it, becoming more and more forceful the more that Beth protested. Tears were now pouring down her face and her breathing was labored as she fearfully awaited for him to be done with her. This was not how she wanted her first time to be; he was not gentle. With every thrust, her body slammed against the wall and even though it had only been five minutes, it felt as if it had been an eternity.
"Thanks for that, darlin'." The man spoke breathlessly as he pulled out and put on his pants once more. "Now, who wants to go next?" He walked towards the crowd of men waiting outside the room, but Beth was ready for the walker in the room to just end it all for her.
A/N: So this is the first installment of my first ever Bethyl fanfiction. Hope you all enjoy it! Please review it/leave a comment if you'd like to see more!