Trapped
On the way back to Woodbury, Amanda thought about jumping out of the truck and make a run back to the prison. Problem was, they were going break neak speed and every guy had his eyes on her.
"Not too long to go now, Mandy." The Governor smiled at her.
Amanda smiled back. "What happened to Andrea?"
"What do you mean?" He frowned.
"Michonne told me about your daughter, Penny. Oh, and the fucking heads in the tanks. And lastly, the affair. You're on a roll, Govenor." Amanda turned away from him.
The Governor chuckled. "It's true about the first two but you believe in that bullshit? I don't like Andrea."
"Want to run that by me again?" Amanda looked at him.
"I never had an affair with Andrea. You actually believe what Michonne says?"
Amanda shrugged. "Well, she hasn't given me a reason not to believe her."
"Have I?"
Amanda remained silent.
"Yea, didn't think so. Believe me, Amanda. I only love one person...you."
Amanda sighed. "I love Milton. Don't you get it?"
The Governor laughed. "My advisor? He doesn't love anyone but his work. He doesn't care about you."
Amanda stood up. "Eat shit."
She took a running start then jumped out of the truck and braised herself for the impact. What she thought would be a fairly smooth ending, only ended in disaster. Her shoes were too slippery and she skid across the gravel road. She scratched her right cheek and bruised parts of her leg but nothing broke luckily. After that, everything went black. Amanda lied sprawled out on the road with blood seeping from her head.
The worse smell that could enter Amanda's nose kicked her into waking up. It smelled like rotting organs and that is not the top smells for a room. The room was dark and Amanda couldn't see two inches in front of her face but she knew where she was. The dim lights from the tanks gave away that she was in the cage at the Governor's house. She softly grazed her hand over her scarred cheek and flinched with pain. Amanda helped herself up by grabbing onto the bars. "Philip..." She coughed. Amanda felt something holding her down around her neck. She felt her neck and the padlock that secured the collar in place. Attached to the collar was a five foot chain that can only go so far once the cage was opened.
The lights in the room flashed on and Amanda locked eyes with the Governor.
Philip sat in the Lazyboy recliner in front of the cage. "Good evening."
"Shit." She muttered.
Philip stood up. "Ya know, you weren't going to escape me that easy. We were going 110 miles per hour. That could have killed you."
"Too bad." She rubbed her head. "Got any painkillers?"
"Doctor Stevens thought you might need these." Philip held up an orange bottle. "Say please." He grinned.
Amanda chuckled. "Please?" She held out her blood-stained hand. "I'm dying here."
Philip placed two pills in her hand. "I like it when you beg."
Amanda ignored his comment and swallowed the pills. "What time is it?"
"Oh, about eight. You were asleep for a while. Stevens stitched your head and cleaned your cheek. Like I asked him to." Philip took off his leather jacket.
Amanda felt the back of her head where the stitches were sewn in. "I see."
Philip stood just outside the cage. "That collar looks good." He grinned.
Amanda smiled. "It would look even better if it was off of me."
"Nope, sorry." He reached for her hand that hung on the cage bars.
Amanda let him grab her hand. "Where's Milton?" She asked lazily, still light-headed from the spill.
"Shh..no more talking." He took the key from his pocket and unlocked her collar.
Amanda smiled and leaned against the cage door. "Thanks."
Philip let her hand go and turned his radio on and lights were turned off. The tank lights
Amanda rubbed her eyes. "These pills are not painkillers. What did..you..?" She felt dizzy.
Philip unlocked the gate and held her close. He began to dance slowly with her.
The pills that he gave her were tranquilizers. They were powerful enough to make her aware of her surroundings but not really control her limbs. She could only love him if she was completely out of it. She wouldn't remember any of it the next time she woke up.
Amanda slid her feet around when Philip led her around. "What is..this? Are you Milton?"
Philip chuckled. "Stay with me, darlin'. I'm Philip, the Governor."
Amanda laid her head on his chest and her left arm around his waist.
Philip wrapped his right arm around her waist and he had his left hand in her right hand. "How are you feeling, Princess?"
Amanda smiled lazily. "I'm feeling alright." Her eyes were droopy.
Philip kissed the top of her head. "You really took a wicked spill, Princess."
Amanda nodded slowly. "Sorry." She laughed.
Philip chuckled. "You have the cutest laugh, Princess."
Amanda leaned her head on her left shoulder and looked at Philip's face.
Philip kissed her forehead. "You mean so much to me."
Amanda closed her eyes and smiled. "Do I?" She opened her eyes again.
"Philip?" Andrea's voice echoed up the stairs.
Philip escorted Amanda to the cage and chained her neck again.
Amanda sat against the back wall and remained silent.
Philip turned the record off and zipped his leather jacket up. He locked the door behind him and met Andrea in his office.
Amanda put her knees to her chest and laid her head against them. In the next room, she could hear the two making love.
