Chapter 4.
Daryl and Carol sat down. They both were very quiet now and they tried not to look at each other even though they wanted nothing more.
The Governor cleared his throat and looked at them eager as a child in a candy store.
"The reason why you are my guests now is very exciting. You'll hear it soon enough, I promise you."
"A guest can leave whenever he wants to. Why don't you say it as it is, fuckhead? We're your prisoners. Let us leave now or our people will come for us. Remember what happened the last time asshole? You lost. Same will happen now if you don't let us leave", said Daryl angrily.
The Governor laughed.
"Well well well Mr. Dixon, already showing teeth, aren't we? This time everything will be different. You see, last time I made some rookie mistakes. I tried to figure out walkers with that weak fool Milton. Now I know they can't be comprehended, they just are something we have to live with from now on. Like some kind of force of the nature, I think."
He leaned forward, eyes bright with sick joy.
"From now on, Mr. Dixon, I'll put my mind on humans only. Human behaviour under dire circumstances is what interests me the most. And you two are a fine specimen of our kind. Man and woman, at your best age, secretly in love, under my thumb. Isn't this just hilarious?"
"You're a deeply disturbed man," Carol spoke for the first time.
"Let us leave right now!"
"Oh, you do have a tongue after all little lady! Little bird told me that you hold a special place in good old Mr. Dixon's heart. You see, I have eyes and ears in the prison too now that your wise sheriff has opened the gates to anyone who is silly enough to walk in."
He smiled politely at Carol. Then he spoke quietly, seriously, the way that was even more frightening than his earlier performance with that perky tone.
"Last time this stupid redneck and his brother humiliated me. Me! Now it's time to pay back. It's time to humiliate you, Mr. Dixon."
"I've given this a lot of thought. Killing you two would be too easy. Killing just one would get boring real soon. All that grief and tears, blaa blaa, yesterdays news."
"I've something better in mind for you two. Inspired by the hippies in the Sixties – they said make love, not war. I'd like to twist an angle a little bit. Make war with love – that's my motto!"
"Don't you ever shut your mouth?", asked Daryl harshly.
"Everything in time, Mr. Dixon. Come, you little lovebirds, and I show you what's on my mind."
He took them to the next door in the hallway. It was also labeled Interrogation Room, Daryl noticed. The guard was just behind him, other men were shouting and laughing nearby. There really was nothing to be done at this point except follow the Governor. They entered the room. It was larger than the first one. On the wall there was a large two-sided mirror, and Daryl knew instantly that there was a stand on the other side.
The odd thing here was the decor. No tables or chairs. Just a large king size bed in the middle of the room. Just few pillows on it, no covers.
"And there it is! A bed for your first time together. Isn't this romantic? And think of how romantic is this – me and my men will be watching you two. If I like your performance, I let you live. This is a special moment for us all, isn't it?"
"You sick bastard! We won't do anything like that!" Daryl shouted and tumbled towards the Governor with his bare fists.
The man stepped backwards and the guard used his truncheon on Daryl's backside. He fell on the floor, and the guard kick his side.
"Well well well Mr. Dixon, don't be such a party pooper!"
The Governor kneeled down on the floor near Daryl's head, leaned forward and whispered.
"I'm a fair man. I even give you choices. Either I go behind the mirror and you fuck her right here on this bed while I'm watching. Or my men will take you to the other side and you get to watch me fuck her on this bed."
"The choice is yours, Mr. Dixon. Which way is it going to be?"
To be continued...?
