Third Person POV
A young blond sat on the floor, her wrists and ankles bound with rope. A piece of cloth was in her mouth, stopping her from speaking. She thrashed around as a man stepped in, an eye patch over his right eye. "It's just a matter of time until they come running to save you. If you're as close to this girl as you say, of course." He spoke with a certain authority over her.
She glared at him for a while. If she could speak, she'd have snarled something sarcastically and spat at his face. The feelings were mutual, but he would have to wait for her pain. His plan was to lure Rick's group in, and kill them all, starting with the new girl, Monsta. He'd heard enough from Ava to know what she was like.
Defiant, rebellious, and from what he viewed, in love with Carl. Pull her away from him, and that leads right to Rick. It had taken a while for him to get the girl to talk, but after a few cuts and bruises, along with no food, she spoke up.
He was ready for war. And that's exactly what was coming.