After I gave a weak little whimper, The Governor released me, his hands just inches from my arms. Once he knew I wasn't going to run he gestured me to follow him. I look back down the hall, by now Merle had all three of them in rooms. Glenn. Maggie. Tobias. I know I can't run from him, Merle would catch me without hesitation, giving me back to this man that could literally do anything to me.

I walk slow, my feet aching, my lungs filled with the dusty air of the hallway. "This is no way to treat a guest," The Governor says, halfway down the hall, I can see an opening where the hallway branches off into a large room, filled with windows letting in the bright sunlight. Am I a guest? Is that what you call kidnapping me?

Something about this man sends tremors down my back. Is it his controlling eyes? His strongly build body that could crush me in zero seconds? "A guest," I say in a snappy tone, more bitchy than I would have hoped, "this is what you call hospitality?" The Governor stops, turning with a smile, simple and calm, unlike Merle's. I gulp, shut up Siren, shut up.

"I apologize for Merle's behavior, but you were the people who left him on the roof to cut off his own hand," he says shallowly.

I shake my head, shocked. That is how he lost his hand? They left him…? No, Rick wouldn't just do that, Daryl wouldn't, there must be a reason. "They aren't my people," comes out of my mouth without permission.

He gives me a look, shocked but no change of mind has occurred, whatever he wants with me has nothing to do who my people are. "Well then," he says putting his hands on his waist, "what am I going to do with you." His eyes skim my body.

Let me go! Let all of us out of this place! My arms cross around my chest as his eyes keep skimming. "Excuse me, Mr. Governor," I say with air quotations over 'governor', "but I am not yours deal with, neither are any of those people your man just kidnapped." Shut up! What is wrong with you? This is his turf!

"Siren is it?" He frowns, putting his finger tips on the brim of his lips, "when you're in my town, with my people, your my business, my responsibility, mine." A shiver goes down my spine. I'm his to do whatever it is he does to sixteen year old girls. I wish Tobias was here to protect me, a shield against this man who was nearly three times my size. "Now come." I obey, my eyes drifting down to my green shoes kicking the wood flooring.

The Governor leads me to the room, painted white with several large windows overlooking the town. The glass on the window has intercut designs shadowed on the floor. A woman with blonde wavy hair and a striped baggy shirt smiles at the Governor, then at me. She walks past us into another room with a white door. I wanted to scream at her 'save me' but what good would it do? She sips the same crazy juice The Governor does.

He turns back, probably to make sure I am still there, then points up the stairs. I give him a 'good luck with making me go up there,' look but his warning glare makes me skip happily up the creaking steps.

Now I'm alone, completely alone with him. Upstairs is different from downstairs, the walls upstairs are boarded, picture frames with paintings hanged, the window blinds were closed.

"Into my office," he says opening a brown, large door with a twisty door knob. Of course, this guy would have an office, I guess the nickname The Mayor didn't sound cool enough. I step in hesitant, what does a leader of a hundred or so people office look like? Like the ride over, with the Freaks bounded by barbed wire to street posts?

Instead, it is just a desk, some pictures, some chairs, a window, fancy liquor in a glass bottle, like outside the tire fence, the world hasn't gone to shit. He comes in, clicking the door closed behind him. He walks past me, pulling out the chair out for me. Then looks at me expectantly.

"Sit," he orders sternly after realizing I wasn't going to listen. I go over, my body shaky and numb. My head is light, my stomach nauseous, I think I might have ripped the stitches too, earlier when Merle said to put them in the back. I sit on the cushion, the leather cold on my body.

He walks over to the desk, pouring a glass of what smells like Whiskey, maybe Bourbon, into a round glass. The Governor sits in his seat behind the desk, setting the glass with a clink on the table after taking a sip. His eyes flicker to me.

"You've seen it," he says, but I can't tell if it is a question, "the outside?" I nod, confused by him. "And you've seen my town… the people?" I remember the girls on the bikes briefly. "Would you the boy like to stay?" Me and Tobias…stay? I think about it, the people blinded and totally ignorant of the outside. What I wouldn't do to be ignorant….

"What do you mean stay," I ask, leaning back into the chair.

"There doesn't have to be blood shed anymore then there already has, you've seen it out there, people are dying." Dead. Not dying, dead. "If you can tell me where their group is, I can have Merle release them and get his brother back to him, and you and the boy can stay… if you wish."

I am sad suddenly, I don't really know where the prison is, and seeing the electricity and clean people makes my stomach knot up. Then I see his face again, wicked hiding as tranquility. "I'm sorry," I say as simple as possible, "I can't, I don't know where it is." It isn't completely true, I saw the outlining of several mile signs through the stitching of the blind fold, and I know it is fourteen miles from the plaza of buildings.

His face is solemn, his eyes cold. He inhales deeply through his nose, looking out the window with the shades slightly opened, and his hand comes crashing down on the table. Slam! I jump ten feet out of my skin, my bones rattled around. His eyes were vicious and hungry for information I couldn't give him. "You lying! I can see it in your eyes! Tell me!"

No, no please I'm not. My heart races, the sweat starting to build up again. Is it that obvious? "No, I really don't, look," I pull up my shirt and show him the stitches, a trickle of blood oozing out, hot and stick down my side, "I was only there to get patched up, I don't know where it is." My face feels hot under his burning eyes.

"I don't believe you," he says, "and for that your friends will pay dearly."

My heart stops, my breathe is short, my head is hot. I can't think. What does he mean? What can I do? My brain throbs. "What do you mean," I whisper. He stands up, his face hardened, he walks over to me. I flinch, my entire body coiling into a ball on the chair, tucking my knees to my chest.

His strong hands pry me apart, then latch on to me once I'm on my feet again. I don't know what to do. My head is too fogged by meaningless nonsense to think. I can't kick him in the groin, his hold is too strong, like rocks have grabbed on to me.

"Let me go," I cry out, tears streaming down the sides of my face. I kick my legs, hitting everything in my path. I knock one of the pictures off his desk, it shatters on the floor. I can see three people through the blurry wall of tears in my eyes. Him, a woman, and a girl with dark brown wavy hair.

The Governor looks down at it, than at me. His eyes are furious, his face wicked and twisted with anger, he throws me into the edge of his desk. I scream in pain, right in the wound, crumbling to the floor. My hair falls loose, his hands scoop me up on my feet again, I'm a rag doll in his arms. Tears blind me, but I know his eyes are staring deep into mine.

"Let me go," I sob again, my side wrenching in agony, twisting with pain. My head isn't light anymore, instead its heavy, weighing me down with it.

"You are so weak and pathetic it sickens me," he says through the fangs he calls teeth. "But after you watch your friends day one by one you'll strengthen inside, making me the perfect little soldier." Vomit spurts from my mouth on to the floor, the vile stench filling his office. He looks down at his shoes in disgust, then with all his strength throws me across the room.

I smack across the wall, blood trickling out of my mouth. "Stop," I cry out, my bones shaking with twinge. "Please," I plead. He picks me from the floor, dragging my feet along the wood panels. I sob loudly until The Governor turns around.

"Damn it, if you don't shut your mouth the boy will die first," I close my blood filled mouth, tears still erupting from my eyes. My body shakes from crying, but I can't make any noise as he brings me down the hall, the lights dangling from the ceiling. He stops at the second door. Tobias' door. I close my eyes, praying to God that he isn't going to kill him, not now, please not now. The door opens, I see a body coiled in a ball in the back, and The Governor kicks me inside, I land on my face, the skin scrapping back on my chin.

The door slammed behind him. Leaving me, and Tobias. I kept my face on the ground, sobbing as loud as I could.