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Clementine's eyes widened. She hadn't thought he meant that kind of want. She didn't want anybody like that.

"Go on." Carver urged. "You know the drill."

"I... I can't." The girl whimpered.

"What are you telling her to do, Bill?!" Luke demanded.

"It'd be wise for you to keep your mouth shut, Luke." Carver spat. "Clementine, do it."

"I can't do that." Clementine shook her head.

"Why not?" Carver asked.

"Because, Luke's my friend." She said.

"Clementine..." Carver called, sounding annoyed.

"Y-Yes?" The child asked.

Carver sighed, "Do you want to be punished?"

"Leave her alone!" Luke snapped.

"Shut up." Carver growled at the man before speaking to Clementine, "You know better than to test me, sweetie. Get to it."

"C-Can't I just...do it to y-you?" The girl pleaded.

Luke was confused. What on earth were they talking about?

"Oh, don't worry, Honey. You'll get the chance, but I want you to do this first." Carver said.

"Please...Please don't make me." Clementine was begging now.

"Do it now. Or I'll kill him." Carver snapped.

Clementine closed her eyes, trying not to cry.

"Now, or he dies." Carver said.

Clementine sniffed, slowly releasing Luke, she moved to stand in front of him. "I'm sorry..."

"Clementine?" Luke questioned.

"I'm so sorry." Clementine said.

"What are you sorry for?" Luke asked the child.

"Get him ready." Carver spoke.

"For what?" Luke was confused. "Clem, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Luke. Please don't hate me." Clementine spoke gently.

"Why would I hate you?" Luke asked. "What are-"

Carver cut him off. "Enough talk. On his lap."

Luke's eyes widened. "What?"

"Now." Carver ordered.

Clementine slowly did as he told, climbing onto Luke's lap.

"Kiss him." Carver said.

"What?!" Luke tried to get the child off him.

"W-Why?" Clementine asked.

"Because I want you to." Carver replied. "Go ahead."

"It's gross." Clementine mumbled.

"Do it anyway." Carver said.

Clementine took a deep breath before pressing her lips against Luke's. Luke's eyes were wide, and he was horrified as the little girl kissed him.

Finally, she pulled away, looking to Carver, "I-Is that enough?"

"Oh Honey, we're just getting started." Carver responded. "Get him ready."

Clementine climbed from Luke's lap before she dropped to her knees, unbuttoning Luke's jean.

Luke attempted to squirm away. "W-What the fuck, Clem? Stop!"

She didn't stop, she undid his pants and pulled out his member, rubbing it for a few moments.

"Good girl." Carver praised. "Put it in your mouth."

Luke felt like he'd vomit any second. Carver was absolutely disgusting. "Clem! Clementine, stop!"

"I'm sorry, Luke." She repeated quietly, before taking him into her mouth.

"Clem...Clem, d-don't... ahhh... You're a kid... uhh... You shouldn't be doing this." Luke tried to stop her.

"Just shut up and enjoy it." Carver grumbled. "Clementine, suck him until it's hard."

Enjoy it? How could he enjoy something like this? Luke snapped, "You're a sick fucking bastard, Bill."

"You like it. Just admit it. She's good." Carver said.

"Clem, listen to me. You have to stop this." Luke told the girl.

This time, she did, pulling him out her mouth.

"He hard?" Carver asked.

"Yes..." Clementine whispered.

"Good girl." The man praised. "Drop your pants now."

"Bill, are you fucking serious?" Luke spat.

Carver didn't answer. "Go on, Clementine."
The child stood. With trembling hands, she pulled her pants down, followed by her panties.

"Oh yeah." Carver said, "Ride him."

"You...You can't m-make her do this." Luke stated.

"But I can. She's mine. And she'll do what I say or she'll face the consequences." Carver replied. "Ride him, Clem. Just like I taught you."

"P-Please." Clementine whimpered.

Carver glared at her. "Don't make me tell you again."

"Fuck you." Luke barked furiously.

"You're gonna be fucking her." Carver smirked. "Now Clementine."

Without a word, Clementine hoisted herself up and over his lap. She locked eyes with his and Luke could see the sadness in her eyes. Luke struggles were useless as she lowered herself onto his cock. She cried out as he entered her roughly. She was dry and it felt extremely painful.

After a few thrust, her body's own lubricant helped ease the friction so that it became bearable.

She rocked her hips up and down, coating him with her juices.

Luke felt her walls clench down on him, he didn't want to be doing this, especially not with Clementine, she was just a kid.

All too soon she was lost in the rhythm of the shallow thrusts.

Carver relished the moans and whimpers of the young girl. He'd have her next. He need her. "Feels good? Huh? You like it?" He asked Luke.

"No. You're a sick fucker." Luke spat.

"Faster, Clem..." Carver ignored Luke's insult. "Nice and hard. You enjoying this, Luke?"

Clementine moved faster, rolling her hips against Luke's cock.

Luke couldn't stop the groans from falling from his lips. "No." He said.

"Liar...I know you like it." Carver snickered. "Even if you're not enjoying it, I am. So keep going, Clementine."

Clementine brought a hand down to play with herself, needing some pleasure.

Carver narrowed her eyes. He wasn't going to let anyone else make her cum. He was the only one allowed to bring her to orgasm. "Hey! Don't touch yourself."

Clementine's face fell in disappointment and she moved her hand.

"Make him cum, Honey." Carver said.

"Clem, no. Stop!" Luke said. "This...This is wrong."

She just kept bouncing, and Luke couldn't take it. His cock exploded. "NOOOO!" Came his agonized cry as his semen splashed into the girl. He jerked it out of her immediately.

She slipped from his lap, feeling dirty. She wondered if Luke hated her now. He didn't want her to touch him, but she did anyway. That made her no better than Carver...She thought. Her stomach was starting to hurt, but she still felt funny down there. She just wanted to leave. Go to sleep and never wake up.

"Come over here, Clementine." Carver ordered.


"What's taking her so long?" Bonnie was pacing, she had stocked a bag full of supplies and was ready to let the group out of the pen.

"Bonnie?"

The woman jumped when she heard Russell's voice.

"What's going on?" The young man asked.

"Russell…" Bonnie sighed.

"What are you doing?" Russell questioned.

Bonnie saw no reason to lie. "We're leaving."

"What do you mean leaving?" Russell asked. "Where?"

"Anywhere, but here." She replied.

"Who's we?" Russell questioned.

"Me and the folks in the pen." Bonnie said.

"Bill's gonna flip." Russell mumbled.

"He won't know." Bonnie stated.

Russell looked unconvinced, "But-"

Bonnie cut him off, looking serious, "He raped the little girl."

"He what?!" Shel cried, entering into the room

"Shel…" Bonnie sighed.

"Bill… Bill raped a child?" Shel asked.

"Yes… She told me he did." Bonnie said.

"God… We gotta get out of here." Shel said. "What if he tries to do something like that to Becca…?"

"You can come with us. We're going tonight." Bonnie said.

"O-Okay." Shel stuttered. "I'll get Becca."

"I'm going too." Russell declared.

Bonnie only nodded.

Russell and Shel, left to gather their things.

All they had to do was wait for that PA to start…

"Hurry up, Clem…" Bonnie mumbled.


"Why do you want to touch me?" Clementine asked.

Carver smirked, "Because I can. Now, be a good girl, spread your legs."

"I don't want to." Clementine argued.

Carver sucked his teeth, "Clementine, don't make me have to hurt you."

Clementine closed her eyes, slowly moving her legs apart.

"Did you cum, honey?" Carver asked.

Clementine shook her head.

"He just left you hanging, huh?" Carver's hands were moving at her waist. "Don't worry, I'll help you." He said as he unbuckled his belt. "How do you feel?"

"I feel...funny." She stated.

"I know, sweetheart." He smiled. "I'm going to help you, Honey." He crawled between her legs.

"Get away from her!" Luke yelled.

"Shut it, Luke, or she dies!" Carver snapped.

Luke fell silent.

Carver let his fingers search for her clit. When he found it, he started a gentle rubbing which made Clementine let out a pleased whine.

"You're getting wet, honey." Carver said.

Grinning, he dropped to his knees. Leaning forward, he gently ran his tongue over her area.

He swiped at the girl's clit, making her squeal as she felt shocks run through her body. As he continued to lick her, Clementine began to moan and squirm.

He drove his tongue deep into her, then drew it out and searched for her clit. He began nibbling on it with his front teeth.

Bill worked her into a frenzy, driving her crazy with pleasure.

"Ooooo...Ohhhh...Ahhhhh..." She yipped as her hips started thrusting up at Carver's mouth rapidly. Her head flailed from side to side and her tiny hands grabbed the man's head and pulled him closer.

Carver licked her until her tiny body shook, knees wobbling.

With a small quirk of his lips Carver enjoyed the bliss on Clementine's face as she finally came. He couldn't stand it. Clementine was too beautiful. She was the sweetest taste ever. He pulled away and smiled to the girl, "That was nice wasn't it?"

Clementine didn't reply. She bit her lip, feeling embarrassed. She didn't want Luke to see her like this.

Luke pulled on the ropes that held him. They burnt his wrist, but he didn't care, he needed to help Clementine.

Clementine laid limp, her breathing labored. She glanced up at man, a dark glare in her eyes. "I hate you."

Luke stared at her, his eyes wide. He wanted to tell at her to not make Carver angry, but in that moment he felt pride, knowing that the girl would not give in.

Before Clementine could say another word, Carver had grasped her chin in his hand, lifting it to meet his angry gaze.

"Leave her alone!" Luke growled.

Carver didn't even look at him.

As Carver held her, Luke noticed the way she tensed. With disgust, Luke growled, knowing exactly what he was going to do. "Just stop. She...She's just a kid."

"Do...Do you really have to do this in front of Luke?" The girl whimpered.

Carver kept his focus on her. "Of course, Honey. He needs a good show."

"Please, don't." Clementine felt sick to her stomach.

"Shh...I'll make you feel good." Carver said.

"Bill!" Luke shouted. Clementine could hear the desperation in his voice. "Don't do this to her. I'll do anything if you just leave her alone." Luke pleaded.

"There's nothing I want from you." Carver replied before mashing his lips against Clem's.

Luke gritted his teeth as he watched Carver kiss Clementine. The pervert's hands were all over her. He was touching her everywhere.

"Clementine," Carver said, "Look at Luke."

With force, she complied. Her eyes were tearful as she looked towards him.

"Keep your eyes on Luke. If you close them, I'll kill him." Carver said.

Luke had never felt so sick before in his life.

As he looked into Clementine's eyes, Luke nearly lost his composure. She was scared. She was more than scared. She was broken.

"Tell him how wet you are, Clementine. Tell him that you want this." Carver said.

Clementine sniffed and looked at Luke who was no longer looking back at her, instead he was watching Carver with a glare.

"I... I want this." Clementine mumbled.

"What do you want?" Carver asked.

"I want... you to...fuck me." She said.

"Tell him." Carver motioned towards Luke.

Clementine stammered. "I want C-Carver-"

"Bill." Carver corrected.

"I want B-Bill to f-fuck me." She said.

"Good girl." Before the girl could react, he pushed into her without warning, watching as she cringed with pain.

"Aaah!" Clementine squealed as she felt enormous pressure in her entrance. She drew in a huge breath to scream and just then he pulled it back out until just the head was inside. The pressure vanished and then came back as he lunged into her again.

She let out a cry at the pain, spreading her legs, trying to lessen the pressure she felt. It wasn't as bad as the first time, but it still hurt. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Stop that!" Luke called. "Get the fuck off her."

Carver ignored Luke as he pulled out of her and slammed back into the girl. Clementine tried her best to remain silent, but it was impossible.

As he moved harder and harder within her, she finally heard him begin to groan.

There was nothing Luke could do to block out Clementine's moaning or her pained noises. He could hear Carver's breathing become harsh.

The sight nearly made him vomit. Carver was raping the kid right in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it.

It wasn't long before Carver let out a low groan. "Ohhh fuck," He breathe as he pulled back a little and pushed in again before cumming up into her.

Carver released her and fixed his pants before walking from the room, probably to go to the bathroom. He usually did that after he finished with her.

Clementine laid still for a while, trying to find the strength to move.

"Clementine… Oh my God…" Luke cried.

Clementine managed to sit herself up and carefully she made her way over to Luke. With her legs barely strong enough to hold herself up, she started to work on the ropes restraining the man.

Once she had finished undoing his bonds, she felt her legs give out from standing too long.

Luke moved quickly, grabbing Clementine before she fell. Luke dropped to the floor with her in his grasp.

Clementine didn't move as her body recovered from the tremors. She could feel Luke holding her to him, leaning against the wall with her wrapped in his arms. Scared to move, scared to breathe, and scared to speak, Clementine remained there in his grasp.

She was confused. Didn't Luke hate her? Why was he holding her? She opened her eyes as she felt Luke pull her closer.

"Are you okay?" Luke asked her.

"No..." Clementine choked. "L-Luke..."

"What?" The man asked.

"My clothes." She said.

"Oh..." Luke quickly released her. Grabbing her fallen clothes, he helped to dress the girl.

"I'm sorry." Clementine whispered.

"That wasn't your fault, Clem." Luke shushed. "If anyone is sorry, it's me. I'm sorry I didn't stop him."

"Luke, are you disgusted?" The child asked.

"At what?" Luke asked.

"Me?" She whimpered.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. It was him." Luke said.

"But I touched your private area." Clementine replied.

"He made you." Luke grumbled.

"I'm still sorry." Clementine told him.

"Don't be." Luke sighed.

"I didn't want him to h-hurt you." The girl whispered.

"It's alright, Clem." Luke rubbed her back, soothing her.

"The PA." The girl suddenly spoke.

Luke raised a brow, looking toward said object. "What about it?"

"We have to turn it on." Clementine said.

"What for?" Luke asked

"For the plan." Clementine said. "The others are probably waiting."

"Waiting for what? What plan?" Luke questioned, confused.

"We have to turn on the PA so we can escape." Clementine explained.

"Okay…I'll do that. You just stay there." Luke said, not wanting her to hurt herself by moving too much.

"Okay…" Clementine agreed.

Luke sat the child down, before standing and fixing his own clothes. He then walked towards the PA system and started to turn it on.

The second the advertisements started, he could see people starting to panic. Luke could see the guards frantically start running around and he spot Carver barking out orders.

Luke quickly made his way back to Clementine and picked the child up. He started walking from the room; he was determined to keep her safe.

"Luke..." Clementine uttered in a small voice.

"Yes?" Luke said.

"I'm tired." She said.

"I know, kid." Luke replied still carrying her.

He focused all his attention on her, and he hadn't realized someone approaching from behind him until he felt a cold metal at the back of his head.

"Isn't that precious? Carver sneered.

"Fuck you, Bill." Luke huffed.

Clementine kept quiet, wrapping her arms around Luke and laying her head on his shoulder.

"You're fucking disgusting. She's a kid." Luke snapped.

"She enjoyed it." Carver said.

With a glare, Luke stilled, keeping the girl in his arms. "You're a fucking monster-"

"Ah-ah-ah. Careful, Luke. You don't want to insult me. Not when I have a gun to your head, now do you?" Carver asked.

"No," Luke replied, bitterly.

"Good. Now I want you to put her down." Carver ordered.

Luke could feel him press the gun into his head and had no choice, but to put the child down.

Clementine whimpered, struggling to stand.

"Walk." Carver aimed the gun at Luke, catching Clementine by the arm. The child tried to yank away.

Carver pulled her up into his arms, holding the gun to her head.

Clementine clenched her eyes shut, she didn't open them again until Carver stopped walking. The child noticed they were in the stockroom. The group was being held at gun point by Tavia, who was holding the baby in her arms, Hank, and another guard.

Luke quickly noticed Russell, Vince, and Wyatt standing with the group, he guessed they were let in on the plan. He also realized there were still people who didn't want leave as he could hear gunshots coming from the roof. Not seeing Shel or Becca, he assumed they were in the "let's stay put" party.

"Clementine!" Kenny yelled, "Put her down, you piece of shit."

"Nu-uh." Carver refused. "You wanna go, I'm not stopping you." Carver said. "But you're not taking her. Or my baby."

"He's not yours!" Rebecca cried.

"He IS mine." Carver replied. "And so is she. Ain't that right, honey?"

Clementine shot him a glare and started thrashing.

"Since I own her, I could just kill her." Carver shrugged,

"Let her go, damn you!" Kenny yelled. Mike and Carlos grabbed the man, holding them back.

"No! Please, don't!" Sarah screamed, latching onto Nick fearfully.

"Let go!" Kenny snapped at the two holding him back.

Luke felt a firm hand grasp his arm and looked to Nick, before he could even realize that he was slowly stepping towards Carver.

Sarah was sobbing, not wanting to watch.

Clementine was still trashing about, trying to free herself.

"Don't be like that." Carver said. "Be a good girl."

Clementine stopped her struggling.

He gently placed her on her feet. "Stay here."

The girl obliged.

"Clementine, what the hell?" Kenny said.

"Ignore them. You're such a good girl. I'll give you a reward when we're done here. Make you feel so good."

"You're a sick fuck." Luke spat.

"I think Clementine disagrees. She enjoys what we do. Don't you?" Carver touched the top of the girl's head, but she didn't move. "Who do you belong to, honey?"

Clementine didn't answer.

"Good girls answer their masters." Carver sighed. "Now, who do you belong to?"

Clementine tried to force words out, but she couldn't. She opened her mouth, but no sound left, so she dropped her head.

Carver smirked, self-assured that things were going his way.

"See, she's mine. She'll always be mine."

"Let her go, please, just let her go." Sarita begged

"You wanna leave, go. But she's not going nowhere and neither is my baby." Carver could feel the little girl's hand on the side of his pants. He chuckled, "You jealous cause I'm not giving you attention?"

Kenny broke from Carlos' and Mike's grasp and took a step forward. He didn't have to do anything, however as a gunshot rang out and Carver let out a yell, falling to the ground.

Everyone's eyes widened and they turned to Clementine who was holding Carver's gun.

Carver fell to the ground, holding a hand over his stomach.

"Bill!" Tavia cried."

Luke took the opportunity to yank the gun from her hands, and point it at the other guards. "Drop the weapons."

The guards did so.

"Give me my baby." Rebecca ordered.

Tavia hesitated and Luke pointed the gun at her as a threat. The woman walked over, handing Rebecca the crying infant.

Rebecca hushed the child, before turning to look at Carver.

"Kill him." Rebecca said.

"Rebecca…Rebecca, sweetie, my God... How did we get here you and me?" Carver said, shaking his head.

"Shoot him." Clementine said, eyes dark with hate.

"Clementine, honey… not you too." Carver said, sounding surprised.

"Clem, you don't mean that." Luke said gently.

The girl looked at Luke, sending a glare to the man.

"Oh, honey…" Carver sighed.

"Shut up!" Clementine snapped. "I hate you. I HATE YOU! Just shoot him."

"W-Why don't you shoot me?" He asked the child smugly.

"I would," Clementine said.

"Why don't you?" Carver asked again.

"Gun's out of bullets." The girl scoffed.

Kenny walked over to a table, picking up a crowbar. "Go on and wait outside."

Half of the group complied, knowing what was about to happen and not wanting to witness it.

"We have to go." Carlos said desperately.

"Kenny, please." Sarita called, trying to sway Kenny from the dark act he was about to commit.

"I only need a minute." Kenny said. "Go on. You don't need to see this." He said to Clementine.

"That girl's already seen more than you can imagine." Carver grumbled, wincing in pain as he was slowly bleeding out.

"Shut your mouth, Bill!" Luke snapped.

"I'm not going anywhere." Clementine stated.

"It's gonna get messy." Kenny warned.

"I know." The girl replied.

"Walkers!" Hank cried, pointing to the herd that was making its way toward the store.

"On the roof!" Tavia said.

Hank nodded and the two ran off, no one bothered to stop them.

"Look at you... You fucking ingrates." Bill scoffed. "You don't even know how good you got it." He continued. "That's all right… You'll learn."

Clementine glared at the man. She never hated anyone so much.

"Lambs to the slaughter." Carver spoke, "No shepherd to guide you. Clementine knows exactly what I'm talking about."

Clementine only wished she could've shot him again.

"Come on." Sarita called to the child.

"Come on, Clem." Luke said.

"Fucking big man now, huh?" Carver now addressed Kenny, who was clutching the crowbar.

"Let's go." Sarita tugged on the child's arm.

"No." Clementine said.

Sarita grasped the girl's shoulders, "I'm not letting you see this."

"It's not your decision." Clementine firmly replied.

"Atta girl… She ain't afraid to look it in the eye. You got with that feeling ya got right now, Clementine. It's what makes you stronger than the rest of them." Carver said.

"Come on. Let's go." Carlos said, leading Sarita outside.

"Yeah, go on. Let the sheep out of the pen. We'll see how long that lasts." Carver grumbled.

"I'll be right there." Rebecca said to the others.

"You won't see anything." Kenny said.

"That's funny comin' from you." Carver coughed a bit. "How's that eye? Just follow my voice… It'll get ya there." Carver mocked. "You got a thick fuckin' skull, Kenneth. Should've put you outta your misery right then…now look at ya. You're a mess." He shot Rebecca a glare, "The fuck are you looking at, bitch? Don't act like you didn't love every second of it—"

Carver tried to crawl back as Kenny started to walk towards him, crowbar in hand.

Clementine watched each hit without looking away. Somehow, she was feeling that it wasn't enough. That this death was too good for Carver. She wanted him to suffer, to hurt like he made her.

It was over too soon; the man was no longer moving.

Even when the man had gone completely still, Clementine was terrified that he would somehow come back.

As soon as Kenny dropped the crowbar, she made a dash for it, picking it up. She started to hit Carver's bloodied corpse over and over again. Rebecca and Kenny looked on in shock.

Kenny quickly grabbed the little girl, "Clementine! It's okay." He tugged her away from the dead man, "He can't hurt you anymore."

The child started screaming, causing AJ to begin to cry.

"Shh..." Kenny once again tried to pull the girl, who struggled for a moment before looking into Carver's deformed and battered face.

The girl finally fell silent to the realization that the man was indeed gone. Rebecca walked forward, gently reaching out and touching Clementine's cheek.

Kenny was breathing heavy as he looked to Rebecca and Clementine. "Let's go." Kenny spoke,

The two followed him outside. Luke immediately made his way over to help Rebecca onto the ground.

Mike offered his assistance to Clementine her flinched away.

"I got her." Luke spoke, turning to help the child. "You okay?" He asked, taking her into his arms.

Clementine nodded.

"You want to get down?" Luke questioned her.

The girl quickly shook her head. "No... Can you just...hold me for a while?" The child asked.

"Okay." Luke nodded. "I got you, Clem."

"Thank you." Clementine closed her eyes as Luke stroked her hair, trying to remember that it was Luke touching her not Carver. He wouldn't hurt her...Right?

The shepherd was dead, and the sheep were loose and on the run.