I think I should put a warning here about this chapter. The Governor in the TV show isn't nearly as bad as the one in the comic books and I always thought that kind of sucked because he's one of my most hated villains. So, this chapter is going to contain sexual content, rape specifically. I don't own the walking dead but I do own Delaney.
Nicole J. Coltan, I absolutely love Sean. thank you for your reviews, it makes writing seem like I'm not just doing it for myself and I really appreciate the encouragement.
When Delaney opened her eyes she was overwhelmed with the bright lights above her, the blurry way people seemed to be moving around her and the fact that she felt nothing. The sound of a gunshot echoed in her head and she could remember that it had hurt, but in those moments she didn't feel anything. It looked like she was in a hospital room, a gruff looking man entered into her line of sight, and held up a hand, no an arm with a metal blade attached to it and turned her head side to side, as if checking to make sure she was really alive.
"There ya are sweetheart!" His voice boomed and her whole body jumped in response before her head swam some more before blackness overtook her again.
The next time she woke she was in a different room. There were no windows but one small light in the corner showed her the metal walls, she was sitting upright in a chair with duct tape holding her straight. Her shoulder throbbed in a pain that echoed throughout her body and she bit her lip to stop from crying. There was a big white bandage on her shoulder, making her look down at herself. She was shirtless, but her sports bra remained on, as did her the camo pants Scott had given her ages ago. His dog tags hung from her neck, settling between her boobs and tears filled her eyes. She was confused, and hurting and where the fuck was she?! She screamed out for help, not quite sure if she wanted the people keeping her to know she was awake, but the pain was too great.
The man who'd shot up her camp entered, with a smile.
"Hiya darlin'." He sounded pleased with himself, and Delaney wanted to puke as she realized what happened. They were ambushed and he had taken her.. To where- she couldn't remember.
"I know you're probably confused but don't worry, I'd be happy to fill you in." Delaney didn't respond so he carried on, dropping his smile.
"Welles is dead. So is Sean." He threw another set of dog tags into her lap, and a hopelessness Delaney had never felt before covered her body like a lead blanket. She stared at his name and nothing else, the pain in her body nothing compared to the pain of her heart ripping in half.
"Welles told us where we could find your camp. Sean didn't say much, he just asked about you. A lot. I'm assuming you were close? Unfortunately we just don't have the resources to take in such a big, established group. But we desperately needed those supplies. I should have left you behind as well, nothing good will come from you being here," as he spoke he walked closer, letting his fingertips gently run along her uninjured shoulder, goosebumps popped up along her skin, the Governor smiled at her physical response, while she stayed silent.
"But I just couldn't help myself, you see-" his fingers dipped lower, touching the tops of her breasts and he bent down to whisper in her ear but still, she couldn't bring herself to move or scream or even care. "When I saw you there, waiting for hope I knew I had to have you." Suddenly the man she'd seen in her haze, the one with only one arm busted open the door
"S'rry to interrupt Gov. but we gotta problem." He looked stern, angry even but the Governor straightened himself quickly and walked out the door and when the new man's eyes caught hers she swore she saw pity, maybe even remorse. Just as quickly as he came he was gone, and she was left alone to figure out how the fuck she was gonna get out of this mess.
The Governor came back hours later, though Delaney couldn't be sure how much time had passed because she couldn't see the sun. He sat in a chair across from her and just stared. Finally she found her voice.
"So…" it was cracked and quiet, she cleared her throat hoping to make a difference but if anything it made the noise worse. "Your plan is to what? Keep me here as your play toy until you're done with me and then kill me like you killed my brother?" she'd thought about it the whole time he was gone. How he would touch her, how she hoped to respond. She thought about her brother, in his last act of his life he'd protected her for the first time, and she thought about Sean, about how even in the mess of the world she'd found someone to love, she'd found someone to love her, even if it was platonic. Sean taught her everything she knew, and no way in hell would she sit back and forget all the work he'd put into making sure she survived. This Governor might be stronger, or have the advantage and he might get what he wanted from her, might even take her life.. But she'd fight him the whole way.
The Governor kept his eyes on her, little expression on his face as he responded in a calm even voice, as if he wasn't talking about the life of another human being.
"I didn't know he was your brother. I'm sorry for your loss." The absurdity of his statement made her bark out a laugh. He did not seem to like her laughter because his eyes hardened and he stood quickly to leave the room, two men entered carrying a large round table. They left without a word, or a glance in her direction.
The Governor came back with another roll of duct tape and without speaking he got to work moving everything exactly where he wanted it. The table was right in front of her in the middle of the room. He pulled out a knife and cut the duct tape holding her to the chair, making sure to run the knife close to her skin, but she was finally able to move, pulling her arm close to her body hoping to ease some of the pain from the gunshot wound. He handed her two small white pills and a bottle of water, the nice face was back and Delaney was sure what would follow was not going to be nice.
"Take those, you'll need it." Delaney stiffened, looking at the pills in her hand. She thought about telling him to fuck off, she thought about spitting in his face. She decided he was right though. The pain in her arm was almost unbearable, and it didn't seem like he was leaving anytime soon so whatever would follow she knew she would need all the help she could get. She took the pills and chugged almost the whole bottle of water without a word.
He sat across the table from her, staring again, but left her untied. She took that to mean she was allowed to move a bit. She peeked under her bandage, someone had sewn her up nice and neat. It looked like someone had cleaned her up a bit but she noticed how much weight she'd lost, her skin was marred with scars since the turn but her tattoos stood out, bright and beautiful against such a destroyed body. She felt her lips turn downward in disappointment. The pants she wore fit perfectly though still way too long, she remembered how tight they were when she first wore them. Her boots were still on, but they were untied, and she still had her bra, more brown than gray these days since it's not like she could run to the laundromat anymore.
After assessing all the damage she looked back at the Governor, finding a vastly different look from hers in his eyes. Lust. After leaving home Delaney spent a lot of time partying, spent a lot of time with members of the opposite sex. She knew she was attractive in the old world, she was used to the attention, the looks. But anymore, all that look inspired was fear in her. Life was different now, and this man wasn't looking for an "okay". She stood up, putting the chair and the table between them before asking her questions, hoping with everything inside her that something would serve as a distraction and he would leave.
"What is this place?" Was the first thing she could think to ask. The Governor indulged her with a small smile,
"Woodbury. We have 73 survivors here, most of em come in alone, hungry, hurting. We fix em up and they decide to stay. We have rules here, but it keeps us safe. We have hot water, a Dr. and homes for everyone that lives here. We got somethin' to be proud of." And he looked proud. Delaney didn't remember seeing much when she got here, just what looked like a hospital room.
"How does that work?" She remembered how safe they felt at Fort Benning. How safe they felt at that National Guard camp. The dead always get in.
"Really big walls. Curfew. Noise control." His words were sharp, but not mean. Authoritarian. Delaney nodded but her eyes were shifting around the room as if trying to find an escape. She didn't want to ask this man questions. She wanted to leave. She wanted to be far far away from Woodbury and everything and everyone inside of it. The Governor stood so quickly Delaney didn't even have time to move before he was next to her slamming her head onto the table with his hand on her neck. She yelped, terror flooding her veins as the pain shot through the side of her face.
The Governor held her still with his hand on her neck and used his other hand to run down the side of her body. No No No No No she thought, running through everything she'd seen and gathered to that point. As his hand reached her hips and started to roam over her ass she kicked her foot backwards as hard as she could, connecting with his shin. His grip on her loosened and he grunted in pain but she used that split second to her advantage. She stood up bringing the elbow of her uninjured arm back into his ribs and turned her body to face him, reaching her hand out quickly she grabbed the knife from his belt and tried to stab him. She wasn't fast enough, or maybe she hadn't hurt him as bad as she had meant to. The Governor didn't waste time fighting back, he just grabbed onto her shoulder, digging his thumb into her wound, before snatching the knife from her hand and holding the knife to her throat.
Delaney froze in pain, a yell bursting from her throat without her permission. The pain pills she took didn't seem to even touch this new pain. The Governor pushed her back against the wall, trading his knife for his forearm. He pushed against her throat hard, but wasted no time moving his hand from her shoulder to grab the knife and cut open her bra. Tears filled her eyes with embarrassment and she struggled against him, using her good arm to try and swing out and hit him in the head. He pushed against her throat harder, ducking to dodge her blow before throwing her down on top of the table as she'd been before. This time he used the tape to tape her hands together over her head, B cried out in pain at the movement in her shoulder, blood started to seep through her bandage and the Governor leaned over, pressing against her backside to run his nose along her neck and exposed shoulder. Delaney cried. Tears streamed down her face at the Governor's new explorations. His hands moved aver her breasts, tweaking and touching without her permission. Loud sobs echoed throughout the room. His hands moved down her stomach and started to unbutton her pants and Delaney panicked. She flung her head backwards, connecting hard with his nose, but as he let her body go from where he was holding her her legs gave out and she slammed her chin on the table on her way down. She barely registered the Governor turning her over and hitting her in the face before shoving her hands back against her head and crawling on top of her on the ground. He was pulling down her pants as she lost consciousness.
I couldn't write the whole thing. I tried and I decided no one actually needs to read the act to understand what happened and my psyche couldn't handle writing it.. I wasted a day thinking about how to write it and I didn't want to waste a whole lot more time re-reading and re-reading. My apologies in advance. Since finishing this chapter I've seen we've had 105 views. Please let me know what you think! It means so much to me. Xoxo