Note: Enjoy! (p.s. I'm not good at writing an accent like Daryl's so there isn't much of that, plus it's a bit easier to read when it's not all redneck-y...)
When I came to, I was sitting in a metal chair with my hands and feet tied down. The pain in my thigh was a constant throb so I wanted to see what Merle had done to it. My pants were gone leaving me in my underwear and a bandage was wrapped around my thigh. Blood had soaked through the gauze but not the entire way through since you could only see a hint of red through the wrapped bandage. My throat was sore and parched from being strangled.
"I see you're finally awake. You had us worried, my dear."
Stepping into my field of vision was the man from the scouting party, the leader.
"I'm not your dear. Now would you kindly release me from this bondage nightmare so I can kick Merle's ass?" I croaked.
"Bondage, my dear? Now why would your mind go there?" he said, carrying over a glass of water with a straw.
I didn't want to drink in case he had slipped something inside, but if he was going to try to keep up this conversation, I needed to be able to talk. I sipped at the cool liquid and felt the small burn in my throat. Giving it a few seconds, I didn't feel any different so I looked at the man.
"I'm strapped to a fucking chair practically naked. Oh, and the fact that Merle threatened me with a 'proper place'. I knew that man before all this shit happened and heard what some women said about him so I wouldn't put it past him. Although I'd expect being tied to a bed not a chair."
"Merle is preoccupied with your friend Glenn," he smiled. "You were at the prison that day. He said that you know how to use a crossbow."
"So what? If you had reached for your gun, I would have shot you in the balls. Made you suffer for trying to harm my people."
"How long have you been with the group?"
I didn't answer him and stared at the metal sheeting that covered the walls. I noticed a few cut outs along the top near the ceiling. He inched closer and grabbed my chin to bring my eyes back to him.
"How long have you been with the group?" he repeated.
"Nearly since the beginning," I lied. "I stumbled across the group after I lost my son."
"Lost? Killed is more like it. You couldn't watch out for him, like a mother should, and he became infected."
"You have no fucking idea what I went through with Travis. Don't you fucking judge me because I did what I could to keep my son safe. I would rather have died in his place than go through that again."
"How many people are at the prison?"
"Between 50 and 75. We found some prison staff and prisoners tucked away who survived the riots and outbreak. They weren't too happy when Rick told them about your unscheduled visit. You must have forgotten that conjugal visits are only every second Friday so you could see Bubba."
The leader dropped my chin and dug his thumb into my thigh wound. Fire ignited in my blood from the pain rushing throughout my body. I bit my tongue from screaming out and clenched the armrests turning my knuckles white. He eased off on the wound which had torn open again, blood dripping down my thigh onto the floor.
"If I was in your position, I would keep my mouth shut," he hissed.
"And you would be dressed in all of your clothes because there's only one man I want to see naked and you're no Daryl Dixon. When they find out we're missing, they're going to come to wherever the fuck we are and get us out. If they have to kill you and your underlings, they will because that's what family does for one another."
"Like when you killed your son to protect your own ass."
"What the fuck do you know about it? I bet if your wife or child was infected and turned, you'd be too big of a pussy to do what is needed. I'd rather…"
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I was forced to look up at him and the look I received sent a chill down my back. I could tell that this man had killed and not just the walkers but humans too. My hair was wrapped around his hand and he would tug it farther down so my neck had to bend and my body arching out from the chair so I wouldn't snap my neck. His brown eyes gazed down at me and the look in them went from anger to retribution.
"Maybe Merle was right and you need to learn your place, my dear," he threatened, running his free hand down my chest and under my top. "You'll find out that I'm more man than your Daryl Dixon. And if they do come for you, he will be the first one I kill."
As his hand groped my breast and pulled my head back further, the door opposite the chair opened.
"Governor, there's a breach on the south wall," a deep, accented voice said.
He squeezed my breast once more before letting go and stepping away. This so called Governor stared down at me while I rearranged myself in the chair.
"We'll continue this later, my dear, after I have killed your group. Martinez, take her the back way to my quarters."
The newcomer waited until the asshole stepped out of the room before taking a long look at me.
"Is this entire group made up of perverts? Oh wait. Maybe it's a male only group and you're tired of giving a hand to another guy."
He stalked closer slowly until he came to the edge of the chair. I couldn't kick out at him or grab for him so I spat on him. He backhanded me across the face and was quick to gag me. Bringing up his gun, he used the butt of it to knock me across the head. The pain shocked my system and while I should have blacked out, I didn't. I felt more awake but Martinez expected me to be out cold. So I played along.
I slumped in the chair, my head hanging down against my chest. I had to will myself not to flinch or move as he undid the bindings on my wrists and ankles. He was quick to heave me over his shoulder and after a quick ass grab, we were moving out of the room. I could hear a commotion in the next metal room and for a brief second, I thought I heard Glenn's voice. Blood dripped down Martinez's back from my head wound and the front of his shirt was soaking through from the reopened wound on my thigh.
We slipped outside but it was in an alley way. I could hear people screaming and gun fire but I was more focused on where we were going. He climbed up a flight of stairs and was quick to open a door. From what I could see out of the corner of my eyes, we were in a large room. Half of it looked like a living area and the other held a table and chairs. This must be where the Governor lived. His minion carried me over to the bed and threw me down. I bounced but didn't react any other way.
"Maybe when he's finished with you, he'll allow us to have a turn," he whispered, grabbing something from a nearby chair and tying my hands with it.
Martinez didn't bother to tie my feet before he left. I counted 60 long seconds between when that door shut and me cracking my eyes open. He had used a belt to secure my hands to the bed railing but had done a piss poor job at it. It took a couple of chances but I was able to turn over and twist my hands in the belt. Breathing through the pain, I sat up on my knees and moved closer. To get any room in the bindings, I had to use my teeth to unwind a bit of the belt.
There was a noise in the hallway so I stilled. I listened as the floor creaked outside the door. The gun fire and screaming were still happening outside so I doubted the Governor had come for a quickie. The doorknob turned and a stealthy figure crept inside. With a sheet acting as a divider between that section of apartment and where I was, I could only make out the basic form of a woman holding something in her hands. She was moving away from me.
The pain in my thigh was getting to be too much and I needed to shift on the bed. When I did, the frame squeaked and I swore. My eyes snapped up to the sheet waiting for the woman to come see what the noise was.
"Please, help me," I whispered, not wanting her to attack.
I couldn't be too sure who she was but I knew she must be looking for something or waiting for the Governor to come back to ambush him. From what moonlight shone through the windows, I made out a black woman in dark pants and a white vest. The moonlight sparkled off the sharp sword she held.
"Please untie me and then you can kill the fucker. I'm assuming that's what you are here for. I want to watch as his blood runs from his body."
She was debating if I was a threat. I shifted in my binding so she could see that I was injured. I told her she could just untie my hands from the bed and I would leave. I needed to find my group but if she did allow me to stay and watch her kill the fucker, I would find them with a smile on my face.
"They did say someone else was taken aside from the Asian boy."
"That's Glenn. I'm AJ and I just want to get out of here. Sure, I'd love to castrate a few of them here but beggars can't be choosers. I really don't want to be here so that fucker can rape me like he said he was going to."
The woman came over and used her blade to slice through the belt. It cut in a perfect place that I could free my hands. I grabbed the sheet from the bed and ripped a long strip off. I wrapped it over the bloody bandage and tied it off with a knot. The pain was an easy 7 when I stood but I needed to get out of there. My steps pushed the pain higher.
"Thank you."
"You're still in your underwear," she pointed out.
"Might as well use it to my advantage until I can get a weapon."