Ch.40
Daryl and I are in the barn with Randall to get him to talk. At first I was easy with him. Now, he's starting to piss me off. "Daryl, okay. Let him talk." I say watching him punch the crap out of Randall.
Rick decided to bring the boy back for some stupid reason. I'm only here to make sure Daryl doesn't kill the kid. "I told you." the boy cries in pain. There's blood all over his face and on the floor. "You ain't told me shit!" Daryl yells continuing his torturous session.
I listen to Randall answer the same questions over and over again. This kid is really trying my patience. I begin to tap my foot like a mother waiting for her child to come.
"Just answer, dammit!" I yell pulling out my knife in front of Randall's face. I don't plan on cutting him. I just want to scare him a bit. Because apparently the way we've been doing things is not working.
"Answer the question." I say quietly in Randall's ear and tracing it with the knife. I can feel his hot breath as he looks scared at Daryl. "Ah, come on, man! This bitch is crazy!" he cries out.
"Shut up! How many?" Daryl yells taking my knife and plunging it into the floor between the kid's legs." Dude! You're both crazy!" Randall shouts looking at the both of us. "Answer the damn question now." I glare at him leaning my face in.
Randall says there were 30 of his people. He also said that they never stayed in one place for more than a night. Daryl hovers my knife over the boy's injured knee. He screams hesitantly to keep Daryl from slicing his stitches open.
"Daryl, not right there. Here." I take the knife from him to hold it above the boy's crotch. The kid looks wide eyed at me now. "Even better, babe." Daryl smirks at me, then at Randall.
We both notice that Randall's been staring at my chest since all I have on is a spaghetti strap top and shorts. "You better get your eyes back in your head, boy, before you lose something." Daryl yells at him, who looks so scared now.
"You better answer all questions or you'll lose your precious manhood." I get up in Randall's face. I can't believe his people tried to take over the farm. He continues explaining what his group usually does.
My eyes turn to rage when I hear Randall talk about his people raping two teenagers in front of their dad. My memory flashes back to that night at the CDC. How Trevor tried to do the same to me. Daryl almost killed the bastard for it.
I pull myself out of my thoughts and run at Randall to kick him with all my might. I get a couple blows in before Daryl pulls me back saying he's got this. I hate people who think they can take whatever they want.
After a little while, we emerge from the shed to let the others know what we found out. Carol asks us what happened, and Daryl answers sarcastically. "We had to make him talk using more fierce methods." I explain better.
"His group is too dangerous. He's a threat, and we have to deal with threats." Rick states nodding at me. "You mean you're going to kill him?" Dale asks following Rick. Eventually Dale talks Andrea into guard duty. She is to watch over Randall while Dale tries to persuade all of us not to kill the kid.
"Hey, babe, how's my back looking?" I ask Daryl lifting up my shirt to let him check my scarring wound. "Looks all right to me." he says kissing my shoulder and tracing my wound. "Okay. I feel like I picked it too much. I try not to itch it." I say covering his arms around my waist with mine.
As I sway my hips, I feel Daryl harden behind me. "I think someone's getting a little too excited." I grin turning to face him. He grins back with that look on his face.
"Can't help myself." Daryl replies, and I lightly slap his shoulder. "Liar. You want something. You've been pretty much begging for it." I comment as we both laugh at our interaction.
"Maybe if you're good, you might get some." I tease grabbing Daryl where it matters. He growls at me as if I'm torturing him. I act like I'm going to kiss him, but then pull away teasingly.
"Girl, don't do this to me." Daryl growls in my ear, and I smirk at my success in luring him in more. I am ecstatic at his reactions to me teasing him. I can't help it when he gives me that dominating look he always gives me when things aren't going his way.
I kiss him as a sign of surrender. "What's the matter, babe? Can't take it anymore?" I ask teasing Daryl. He huffs at me before pulling in to kiss me. I notice something out of the corner of my eye and turn to Dale walking to us. We sigh in anguish as we pull apart to see what Dale wants.
