Like Me, Alone in The Dark
Chapter 8
Rick recoils in panic as he starts thrashing and kicking out again. "Negan! Negan wake up! NEGAN!"
Negan lifts his head slowly, looking around the room. He realizes that someone is screaming his name. He comes too all the way and he knows it's Rick. "Rick! Rick! I'm right here!" Negan pulls at his wrists but their bound tightly as well as his feet to the chair legs.
Rick strains against his own restraints. Negan was alive that was the good part. He was sitting in the chair breathing. Again rick slams his foot out at the Governor, trying everything possible to get out of this.
"If you kick me again, I'll get on my radio, and I'll tell my men to slice the cock off of your boyfriend over there." The governor says flatly, choosing a pair of scissors from the case, and moving to stand behind Rick.
Rick tries to will down his trembling body. His watery blue eyes watching the scissors carefully.
Negan is trying to listen to what's happening, but he cant make out the muffled conversation.
The governor uses the scissors to cut all the way down Rick's shirt, ripping it off when he gets to the bottom. When he sees goosebumps on Rick's skin he smirks. He moves to the front of Rick, and pulls his hips against his own by the belt loops. Hes almost nose to nose with him, "I can fuck you better than he ever could." He whispers with whisky breath.
Rick gives a groan of discomfort as he tries to pull away from the man. Head turned from the man's face the cold air of the room only makes it worse as his nipples perk.
"N-Negan!" Rick calls out, almost as reflex. He had been his saviour so many times he never failed to come running when he called.
"You call his name but it looks like it's me you want." He says unbuckling Rick's belt, and yanking his jeans and boxers down. "Look at you." He said taking in the trembling muscular figure before him. He couldn't wait to see blood on it.
"All you have to do is tell me where you're livin', and I let you and your fuck buddy go." He said picking up a scalpel and twirling it in his fingers.
Rick's body shivers stomach clenches and unclenches as he stares ahead past the man at the wall. "Neighborhood" Rick hisses, "A little house."
Negan has been trying to break free from his ropes, but the blood is starting to ooze from the wounds being created there. "Rick!" Negan screams in frustration, wanting to make sure he's still alive.
The Governor stands again, roughly takes Rick's jaw in hand. "Strong leader like you? Nah. You have a group somewhere." The governor uses the scalpel to cut a three inch line into Rick's rib cage as he stares at red rimmed baby blues. Those eyes are enough to make him hard, the pain and sadness only adding to the sexual frustration.
Negan would be answered with a sharp cry of pain from Rick as blood drips down his chest. "Do you want the fucking address?!" Rick snarls out.
The Governor pressed the scalpel just under Rick's belly button, cutting a thin line across his treasure trail, eliciting a painful wail.
Negan couldn't help but scream, his worst fucking nightmare was coming true. He wished someone would just come and kill him because this was worse. Listening to the only person he loved be tortured. It was hell. This was hell.
Rick gives another cry of pain and automatically kicks out at the Governor, making contact with his leg, causing him to stumble backward.
Slamming his fists down on the table, the Governor grabs his radio. "Go break that leather jacket fucks face." He said before turning back to Rick.
Putting his finger through the blood on his stomach, he presses it to Rick's forehead, marking him.
Rick twists his head away with another groan. "Negan! Negan! They are coming for you!" He yelled out in panic, trying to give the other some kind of warning.
Negan heard Rick clearly, and he looks around the room, there it nothing he can do. He starts hyperventilating when Gabe walks into the room and gets a running start to punch him square in the face. He hears a crunch and his chair falls back onto hard cement, hitting his head and making him dizzy. Gabe continues to kick Negan in the head, causing him to groan with every blow.
Rick hears the thud of the chair against the floor and gives a strangled cry of grief as he hears the pain over and over. He turns on the Governor, lunging as far as his chains will allow.
"Fucking FUCK." Negan yells out as Gabe slams the door shut. "I'm– fuck. Im okay." He lies, he can't have Rick thinking he's worse off.
Rick let's out a cry of relief then turns to the man before him. "You let him go and I'll tell you where we stay." He borderline begs.
Pressing himself against Rick's chest, the governor brushes his lips against the others. "That's not the deal. You tell me where, period." He says kissing Rick bruisingly hard.
Rick kisses back to lead him on, his tongue darts in and the only thing he tastes is whiskey but he ignores it for now grimacing. "Police station." He purrs.
He lost himself in the kiss, Rick's mouth was hypnotising, the alcohol blurring his coherent thoughts. "We have the police station within the walls." He said, stabbing the scalpel into Rick's shoulder.
Rick cries in pain pulling away from the kiss, he breathes heavy trying to control the burning pain in his arm. He moves to his neck continuing to suck and kiss there trying calm him. "Fire...Fire station." His tongue laps at the flesh there. He can only close his eyes and hope this works.
The governor lifts his head, relishing in the bliss of the mans mouth, drifting again. He couldn't wait to show the other man the hickies on his neck. That he did it willingly.
"We have an outpost at the fire station." And pulled the scalpel out of Rick's shoulder, causing another waves of pain and the blood to spill out of the wound. He licked his lips, looking down at the mess he had created.
Rick grunts in pain as the blade was removed it was now or never and Rick chomps down hard on the man's neck. Deeper and deeper his teeth buried and he knew that this was it. He had to kill this man here and now.
When pain takes the place of pleasure, the governor plunged the scalpel into Rick's thigh, and punched him in the side of the jaw. "You really, really shouldn't have done that." He says walking calmly out of the room, a hand over the broken skin on his neck.
Opening the door to the adjacent room, he sees Negan's chair on the floor, half broken man full of blood trying to squirm away. He picks it up by the back and drags it into the room with Rick.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Negan yells out, pulling at his ropes again digging into already seeping wounds. "Rick." He chokes out a sob at the sight of his nude figure covered in blood.
Rick coughs, blood spills from his mouth along with a bit of flesh as he continues to hack and gasp blood gushing from the new wound to his thigh. His head lifts to stare at Negan at the sound of his voice. "I tried...oh I tried to end this...I'm sorry." the man's body twitches from the sudden adrenaline.
"Shhhh baby, it's going to be okay." Negan tries to reassure Rick, but they both know it has no weight behind it.
The governor opens the metal case once again and pulls out a long serrated knife. "Rick!" He says almost excitedly. He walks around the table and pulls out a small silver key for the handcuffs. Once he unlocks them he quickly slams him down onto the table and gets behind him.
Unbuckling his own belt with one hand while the other is on the back of Rick's neck, the governor pulls down his pants so hes just in his boxers and grinds up against Rick's ass. "If you move, I'm going to behead your fuck boy right in front of you. Now where. The fuck. Is your group." He asks slamming Rick's head down onto the table for emphasis.
Negan yells out pained, his whole body coursing with adrenaline, his veins are swelling under the ropes.
Rick let's out a low groan staring directly into Negan's eyes begging him to be strong. To survive for Carl's sake. Rick remains silent now unmoving and unwillingly to give the location. Eyes burn as the tears finally spill down.
The governor picks up the serrated knife in less than a second comes down on Ricks pinky finger, cutting it clean off.
Negan screams "No", or he thinks he does. Then hes standing on his toes, and smashing the chair back against the wall with enough force to shatter the it. His hands are still tied but his feet are now free.
The Governor gasped, realizing what had just happened with the chair now splintered around the floor. He lunges forward with the knife, and Negan headbutts him in the nose before the Governor recoiled with the pain.
The Governor moves quickly behind Rick with the knife to his throat. "I wouldn't move unless you want to see his head roll." He said between clenched teeth, bloody from his nose.
Negan froze as he watched the Governor buck his hips against Rick's ass again. How he was fully hard, Negan didn't understand, but his face changed to horror when he pulled his boxers down, and stroked himself, poking the head of his cock into the cleft of Rick's backside.
A pained noise ripped from Negans throat, the knife still pressing into Rick's throat drawing blood.
Rick looks up at Negan through blood and tears, "Run. I need you to run and leave me. Find Glenn." Rick orders, gritting his teeth as the blade bites into him.
Negan chokes back a sob, "I'm not leaving you, I'd rather die." He says not caring about the repercussions, he would rather have the Governors attention on him then for him to be torturing Rick like this.
The Governer looks up to Negan for a moment, and smiles. "That could be arranged, but wouldn't be as fun as what you're about to see." He says pushing a little further into Rick's entrance, causing a small moan to escape between bloodied lips. His mind totally clouded from the alcohol and Rick in front of him.
Rick gives a broken cry as the cock presses again body shaking badly now. In that moment he would rather take his chance at dying and quickly jerks his head back in hopes of connecting with the rapist.
The Governor stumbles backward, it's not quite a connect but its enough of a distraction for Negan to rush him. Grabbing the scalpel in his tied hands, he plunges it straight into the Governors eye socket.
A guttural scream ripped from the Governors throat and he immediately retaliates slashing out toward Negan, serrated knife slashing down his side. He went down coiling into his wound, a puddle already forming beside him. The governor kicked his ribs before rushing out of the room, locking the door leaving Rick naked and Negan bleeding.
"Negan! Negan!" Rick cries out reaching out with his bloodied mangled hand to his fallen friend. With only one shackle keeping him in place, he could reach out toward him.
Negan opened his eyes, and groaned, moving to lay on his back. "Well, that was fucking shitty." He said, just happy he stopped the Governor before he took that any further.
"Can you move? You ok?" Rick chokes out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry this happened." he sobbed, seeing the pool of blood around the other.
Sitting up slightly it seemed like the bleeding had slowed, luckily for him it was a flesh wound. "Yeah, yeah I'm alright." He scooted himself closer to be able to touch Rick. "We're just lucky he didn't shove your pinky up my ass or some shit." Negan laughed, but was broken by coughing. He was sure at least one rib was broken.
He pulled up Rick's boxers and pants for him, as soon as they were up, Rick collapsed against him on the floor, breaking down in his embrace.
Rocking him in his arms, Negan just held him. "We're going to kill that motherfucker." Negan whispers, kissing his forehead.
Rick's nuzzles into his shoulder. "You will. I know you will" He whispers, his body is completely limp in the man's hold.
"You're fucking right I will." Negan replied, stroking Rick's hair, pulling it out of his eyes. "No one puts their hands on you. No one."
"How do you think Glenn is doing?" Rick mumbles.
Negan smiles, still lightly rocking Rick back and forth. "I think he's going to sing like a fucking canary." Blood still covering his teeth.
"Your so hopeful ya know?" Rick drawls out before going silent for a moment.
"It's over then," Rick hisses out "he's going to find the prison and that's it."
"It's not over til we're dead." Negan replies. "Plus we have Carl back at the prison, Sophia, and all the others. Each other. Something worth fighting for." He ripped a piece of his shirt off, and wrapped Rick's hand to slow the bleeding.
Rick's now bandaged hand tenderly cups the man's jaw and cheek as he just stares up at him wordlessly agreeing. "If you can get this other shackle off we can try to get out of here."
Negan looks at the shackles, they're surprisingly cheap and flimsy. He struggles to stand, holding onto the table for support. He gets a dental pick from the metal case and easily picks the lock, freeing Rick's leg. Negan rubs his where a red ring had formed on ankle , skin almost broken.
"Fuck, it actually worked." He grinned.
Rick moves forward stumbling as the stab wound to his leg makes him buckle. "Amazing." Rick smirks.
Negan tried the door but its locked. He checked the metal case but all that was left were a pair of scissors, he pocketed them anyway. "Rick, we're in rough fucking shape here." He forced a smile.
"What about the other room? The one you were in?" Rick picks up a piece of the broken chair.
"Less shit in there than there is in here." Negan gets the idea and grabs another broken chair leg, sharp at one end, and snaps his head at the sound of footsteps. "Rick." He whispered, "They're coming." He braced himself, comfortable holding the chair leg.
Rick frowns at that then stiffens at the footsteps brandishing his chair leg he looks to Negan as a last look of reassurance before getting ready to face off with whoever was gonna come through that door.
A pair of men they hadn't seen before charge in the room with guns up, they must have been told they could be dangerous. They yelled at the two to drop the chair legs and to turn around.
Negan looked to Rick, and nodded for him to listen. They came in with guns but didn't kill them, they still had a chance to make it out alive. Negan turned first, showing Rick to do the same.
One of the men was missing a hand, so he told the slighter man to tie their hands behind their back. He was a shaggy looking man and they both sounded like rednecks. Negan got on his knees, "You two look like a couple of sheep fucking rednecks." Negan spit blood at the one tying them up. It earned him another swift kick to the ribs.
Rick obeys slowly setting the chair leg down to the ground then gets to his knees.
"Rick," Negan started to say, he didn't know where he was going with it. But he looked at the man beside him, with red rimmed eyes and he just didn't have the words. If this was the end.
He was cut off by knife hand telling him to shut the fuck up, so his thoughts were lost on his tongue. Yelling at them to get up, they were both dragged by the southern men.