Walking Dead: Dark Burdens
Chapter 11 of my Walking Dead story, we're back, now part 2 begins and things take a rather sharp turn.
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Chapter 11: Desperation
"She planned to go straight home, after leaving my place." Clem said. "So, if she hasn't turned up…"
Amy shook her head, finishing. "There isn't anywhere else she could be, she would've at least informed you if she changed her plans, right?"
Clementine nodded and Amy sighed.
"We've got no choice then, we have to go to the police station and report this." Amy remarked.
Clementine agreed and together they began to make their way there. Arriving at the police station Clem had to bite back a groan as, almost immediately, they found themselves face to face with Abel.
"So...what have we here?" He drawled. "Come to turn yourself in."
"Nothing turn myself in for." Clementine snapped. "Now excuse us, we have a report to make."
Abel shrugged. "Alright, let's go then,"
"To a proper police officer." Clem shot back witheringly.
"Let's go to my desk, now." He snarled.
Amy stepped up. "Alright then."
She sent Clementine a warning look; Clem said nothing but followed as they made their way to Abel's desk and sat down.
"So, what appears to be the trouble that you've come here to make a report?" Abel inquired, condescension dripping from every syllable.
Clem fought not to roll her eyes, it was just typical of Abel, looking down on them because they were both female, then of course was his typical treatment of Clementine for her race on top of that too.
Amy kept her cool however, even though she could see his blatant sexism a mile off.
"My daughter, Violet Adlon was supposed to be home hours ago, after leaving Clementine's home. She hasn't turned up, I went to check if she was still there and she wasn't." She explained. "We both can confirm that she isn't anywhere else, and Clementine confirmed that she already left her home. As such I have reason to believe she is missing."
Abel shook his head as he finished writing down what she had said. "By missing you of course mean run away."
"No, I mean, missing." Amy shot back, a little heated.
"Ma'am, if you knew how reports I got like this every day." Abel remarked, again condescendingly. "Every one of them, runaways, that's clearly what's happened here and there's nothing we can do, we don't have time or manpower to waste on it."
"So you're just going to sit there and do nothing!?" Clem snapped.
Abel glared at her. "I don't recall you being asked to speak; girlie. There is nothing to do. Now, if you don't mind, I have real work to be getting on with."
"You-"
But Amy stood up. "Very well, c'mon Clementine. We'll try again another day, when an officer who takes his job more seriously and isn't afflicted by his clearly narrow-minded views is available."
With that she began to leave, a little taken aback at how forthright Amy was, Clem nevertheless followed her out. Abel watched them go, glaring.
'Stubborn broads, still worrying and not convinced like they should be...They should listen to their betters like me.' He thought angrily as he picked up his phone and called. "Yeah, Graham, just had a visit from your wife and some girl, about your daughter. We may have a problem that needs taken care of-"
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Minerva fought to maintain a stoic look, but it wasn't easy. She hated her school uniform and sought to wear it only at school but now here she was, wearing it again. All because her tormentor had orderer her too and she once more posed, doing her best to show as much thigh under her skirt as possible, as the camera clicked again and again.
"Excellent Minerva, excellent." They said. "Turn around, that's it."
She did so, keeping a straight face as much as possible.
"Alright, turn around, strip."
Minerva flinched at that. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me, get it off, all of it."
Swallowed fearfully Minerva began to undress, feeling all too aware of the camera clicking away, again and again as more and more of her pale flesh was exposed, soon she was down to just her black lace panties and matching strapless bra. With a sharp glare from her tormentor she removed them too and stood nude. Blushing furiously as more pictures were taken, Minerva fought the urge to cover herself, not wanting to give her tormentor an excuse to cause more problems for her.
"So, I trust you've been keeping our secret?" They remarked. "We don't want anyone, especially your parents finding out."
Minerva nodded, miserable, knowing how dangerous things were for her right now.
Finally the figure put the camera down and Minerva began to calm down, thinking it was over. But before she could reach for her clothes she was suddenly grabbed.
"Wha-?"
"We're not done, my dear." The figure said.
They soon had her helpless and tied up, the ropes were rough and cut into her skin.
"P-please…" She begged.
Her captor just laughed, now visible in their black pants, matching tank-top and black boots.
"No begging." They snapped as their fingers drifted down.
Minerva let out a yelp of pain as her tormentor forced their fingers inside her, penetrating her, Minerva was even more horrified now, she was being sexually assaulted by her tormentor, by Lilly.
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Clementine huffed, shaking her head.
"Arrogant pig." She muttered. "He's not going to do anything."
Amy nodded. "I know but losing our tempers wouldn't help either."
"I still don't know how he became a police officer, racist and misogynistic. Urgh…" Clementine replied.
Amy just shook her head and sighed. "He obviously hid it well. So...until we have a chance to actually do something about this-"
"Yeah?"
Amy turned to her. "We've not really had a chance to get to know each other, Clementine. Don't you think we should?"
Clementine started at that but then nodded. "Um, sure, but what exactly…?"
"I'll cut to the chase. You and Violet, is it true? Are the two of you dating?" She asked.
Clementine bit her lip but decided it was best to be honest. "Yes, we are."
To her relief Amy smiled. "I thought so, and the two of you really care about each other, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that; that's all I really need to know. So long as you truly care for Violet, that's what truly matters to me." She explained.
Clementine smiled, feeling more at ease with that. She just hoped they'd be able to find Violet now, to have a chance of truly pulling things together. So it was that Clementine and Amy spent their remaining time together getting to know each other.
While she felt more confident and hopeful regarding Clementine and Violet's relationship, Amy still faced the prospect of her daughter being missing and not knowing where she was. Something that she was all too readily reminded of as she entered her home to find Graham waiting for her, clad disreputably as usual in stained jeans, a grey stained stop and black boots.
"Amy, what the hell…?!"
Amy stalked past him. "I was at the police reporting Violet missing, in case you didn't notice."
Graham scoffed. "You had no business going to the police woman, there is no reason to-"
"Did you miss the part where I said Violet is missing, our daughter is missing!" Amy snapped.
"She's just run off." Graham snarled. "She finally accepting she's a disgrace and run off."
"You know that's not true! I can't believe you!" Amy shot back. "You sit here and waste away like you always do, I'm at least doing something, tomorrow I'll be back down there and will make sure we're heard, understand."
With that she stalked away to the bedroom, Graham glowered, this wasn't how things were supposed to go, he'd have to take steps, or tomorrow would go horribly wrong.
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It was Sunday and Amy and Clementine met up again and headed for the police station. Despite their best efforts it seemed almost as if Abel was waiting for them.
"Come to file another false report, ladies." He scoffed.
"You know full well it isn't false...You were the one who told Graham about us coming to make our report." Amy realized.
Abel smirked. "I was simply doing my job, informing him of important information he needed to know. Especially since something just arrived in the station today, a letter from your daughter."
"A letter?" Clem burst out, shocked.
"Yes, a letter and it confirms what I said about the girl running off." Abel replied. "It's all there in the letter in black and white, she couldn't handle the shame of being 'so disgusting as to be attracted to girls' and has run off so as to avoid causing any more trouble."
Amy and Clem shared a sceptical look.
"Bullshit." Clem spat. "I know Violet and she never-"
"Language, girlie." Abel cut her off. "The letter makes it clear, Graham could see it too when he read it."
"Graham read it?"
"He handed it in." Abel explained.
Amy knew, as well as Clem did, that something was clearly wrong here, especially as it was at odds with what they knew about Violet.
Amy shook her head, growing more and more suspicious.
"We're sure this letter is from Violet?"
Abel scoffed. "Obviously, signed by her, Graham even verified it, what more do you want?"
"Is it typed or handwritten?"
"Handwritten, I don't see why you-?" Abel replied.
Amy then explained. "Then let me get a known sample of Violet's handwriting to compare the notes, to be sure."
Abel glowered, for a moment Clem thought he was going to say something truly offensive.
But he merely shook his head. "That won't be necessary, we've got enough for that, now leave and stop wasting our time."
Clem was about to protest but Amy shook her head and led the way out. Clem followed.
"That was utter bullshit, we both know-"
"Yes, Clementine. I know. But we can't do anything more right now." Amy explained. "I think...I need to have a little talk with my husband."
Clem noticed the look in Amy's eyes and knew that this was certainly not going to be pleasant.
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Waking up that Sunday to her new nightmarish existence Violet faced her first challenge.
"What is this, I can't-" She tried to protest.
"Silence." Alyssa snapped. "You will do as you're told, that is how your day will go. Now put it on then follow me."
Violet grumbled to herself, but wisely stopped when she saw the sharp eyed glare Alyssa sent her way. She felt ridiculous as she followed Alyssa out of the room, clad in a dark grey ankle length dress with long sleeves and matching flats. Alyssa herself wore a long dark grey dress and grey flats. She was being led to the central building of the large walled in homestead, the church where the mass was due to take place. She had been warned, if she didn't want to be punished again she would obey all commands given to her, the first was wearing the ridiculous dress. The next was to behave herself at mass, then she was to go with Alyssa to join a group of other boys and girls in the homestead for 'education'. Whatever that turned out to be.
'One thing I know, it won't be good.' She thought to herself as she took her seat in the church.
As the mass began she grimaced as she noted the leader of this weird cult that had kidnapped her, Markus.
It disturbed her how disarmingly human he was, clad in his simple black pants, white shirt with a white collar and black shoes, preaching away. Next to him, his son Simon who always gave her the creeps, the way he looked at her, also dressed up in grey pants a white shirt and black shoes. The other two men, whom she had found out were called Troy and Eric, also wore black pants and shoes, Troy wore a white shirt however while Eric's shirt was black. These were the people everyone here obeyed apparently. But for Violet it was a nightmare and when the mass was done she just wanted to scream. But she kept everything under control, however she was again sorely tested. Just like the mass, the 'education' that Alyssa took her for seemed to be designed specifically to target her, to demonise her sexuality. She knew then and there she couldn't take this, she needed a way out, a way to escape.
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Emerging from the bedroom, Amy sighed. She had changed clothes from what she had worn earlier that day to a pair of jeans with a pink sweater and dark blue flats. Graham hadn't been in when she arrived home but he was there now, again in those stained jeans, along with black boots and a dark blue T-shirt.
"Amy, I've already warned you-"
"How convenient that you just happen to find a letter from Violet, huh?" She cut him off. "You didn't think to mention it before?"
"Goddammit I only found it this morning." He growled. "There was a message on the answerphone from Violet, from her cell. Told me where to find it."
Amy quirked an eyebrow. "Really, again I say, how convenient."
She made it clear through her tone that she didn't buy it. She knew something wasn't right here.
Turning away Graham shook his head. "I don't know why you're bothering woman, it's better this way. Now that pathetic little dyke can't disgrace our family with her sin anymore."
"How dare you talk about your daughter that way!" Amy exploded.
It was clear to her now just how far Graham was gone, this was going to be a lot more difficult than she thought.
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Violet slowly got up from her bed. After the lessons she had been taken to the section of the homestead that claimed to be the Delta Youth Camp, a somewhat large building that was like a large dormitory room, she had a room to herself but she wasn't the only occupant, there were other girls here, while the other wing had the boys. She looked down at the white ankle length long sleeved nightgown she had been made to wear to sleep, a far cry from her underwear which until ending up here had been her preferred sleepwear.
'No point in changing, there's nothing here but those damn dresses, I have to go.' She thought to herself.
She carefully opened the door and began to steal her way down the hall, only to encounter an obstacle, the door that led the middle of the building, thankfully she was on the ground floor so it led to the lobby, it was locked.
"Shit." She whispered.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be enough to deter her, but she knew it was her only chance, the window was locked and now the door, she was blocked.
"What are you doing?"
She turned sharply to see another pair of girls emerging from one of the rooms, in their own nightgowns.
"You shouldn't be up after curfew and you can't be leaving." One said sharply.
The other nodded. "Get back to your room, when Madam Alyssa hears about this."
"Alright, alright." Violet muttered.
She dejectedly made her way back to her room with the heart sinking realization that those girls and likely the others, had been brainwashed. She now felt more trapped than ever.
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