Chapter 2:

[OC POV]

*about 10 years later*

I'm laying against the hay covered floor as I hear the chains on the door outside jiggle. That meant he was coming down here, for what I wasn't quite sure anymore. For years he only came down here to take what was between my legs, but in the last few years, when he told me the world had been taken over by monsters, he came down here more often. He said that I was quite literally the last person in the world next to him, and even if I did try to run, no one would be there to help me like in the world before. There was really no point in trying, after that. I look up when I hear a voice that isn't my captor's, followed by another's footsteps.

"So. Now that you've given me the grand fucking tour outside, let's see what kind of goodies ya got for us in here." A deep masculine voice says. That voice, was definitely not the voice I had heard for the last several years. This was someone new. I look up weakly, trying to listen to what was going on.

"Don't you worry, Stan, my man. We're just looking around. Seeing what's of value. Don't look so damn nervous! All we're gonna do is take half your shit, and you'll be fine." I heard the new voice say. It was raspy, but somehow, pleasing to hear.

I shuffle and get closer to the door to hear what's going on better.

"You got a horse or some shit in there?" The man asks and I can hear his feet stomp over here with confidence. He must have heard me shuffle in the hay as I walked around. I run to the corner and curl up in the tightest ball I could. This man could be worse than Stan for all I knew, especially since Stan was so clearly scared of him. He's just gotta be worse.

"I guess you could say that." I heard Stan say, then spit. "You could have her if you like." He says as the door swings open with a creek. I have my face buried in my arms, though I can't help but glance over at the tall man who opened the horse stall door. His gloved hand still stuck to the door. He was wearing a leather jacket, like the one from that old movie, grease. And, he had a gun in his free hand. He looked shocked to see me, though I don't know why.

He's got eyes much darker than my captors sickening blue ones. Dark hair as well. He was much taller also, which put a little bit of fear in me. I stay completely still. As if, they wouldn't see me if I didn't move. The strange man's eyes dart from me, to the chain traveling from my wrists to the wall, then to my captor. He pauses, Still pretty shocked to see me I suppose.

His expression turned from shocked to stern. I scoot closer to the brick wall for comfort, curling up against it, as if to protect myself from whatever may come next.

"Stan! What the shit is this!?" He asked, pointing at me with his gloved finger.

"L-like.I said. Y-y-you could have her! She's a good fuck." Stan stated and the dark haired man tsked.

"Now, Stan. When I asked if there was anything I'd wanna see, it's shit like this." He points to me again.

"And here I thought I said show me everything, because your shit, is my shit now. and you tell me there's nothing much in the horse stables?" He asks and my captor just swallows, his eyes locked onto mine, as I search his for answers as to what's going on. The strange man clad in a leather jacket grabs him by the neck harshly with one hand, the other hand a gun aimed at him.

"Does she look like nothing much?!" He asked, his voice dripping in anger now, a lot different than his cool and collected voice before. My captor shakes his head.

"No…" he finally says, and the man doesn't let go of him. He looks me up and down, sees the bruises up my legs, the red seeping through my clothing from a wound I had gotten days ago from him. The stranger then forces the only man I've known for years to his knees, facing me. His eyes still locked on mine.

"This shit, doesn't fly with me. This shit, is so not okay." He says, nodding to a man with a mustache who kicks Stan to his knees.

"Fat Joey, bring me Lucille, boy do I got a job for her!" I listen to his words and wonder just who This Joey and Lucille is. Within a minute, a chubbier man comes down with a horrifying looking baseball bat in his hands. I wait for Lucille to come down with him, but see no one with such a name appear. Only the man and the baseball bat. The stranger, who's name I still don't know, takes the bat, then dismisses the man and comes back to us. I'm still quietly huddled against the wall. I don't know what's about to happen next, but it didn't look good.

"Man... I was gonna bring you back with us to the sanctuary. Put you to work. You could have ended up being one of my top guys had you played your cards right." He says, and I hang onto every word he says. His voice is scary but my mind somehow fancies the tone of it, despite the fact that it was one of the scariest things I've ever heard my whole life. Maybe because I've only ever heard one voice for so many years. Suddenly, the stranger tisks.

"Now, I don't know if this is some kind of freaky kink thing you and this young lady got going here, hey maybe it is. Maybe this…" he then gestures all around the horse stables I've called home for years now. "Is some kind of redneck ghetto sex dungeon. Hey, I don't judge." he says then circles around him, and eyes me, and the state I'm in. "But I get the gut feeling that this shit ain't consensual, is it?" He asks my captor, venom dripping from his voice. My captor, Stan shakes his head slightly and looks down.

"This shit." He points to me with his baseball bat. "Is not okay." That's when I furrow my eyebrows. I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about, what wasn't okay?

"So not okay." He repeats then looks at him, so casually, that I didn't even expect him to swing up his baseball bat, and connect it with Stan's skull. Blood drips down his face between his eyes. My own eyes widen in horror at the sight. The stranger raises the baseball bat again, and hits him repeatedly. Over. And over. The sound of his skull being crushed makes me sick, and I feel myself vomit up my breakfast on the barn floor. I wipe my mouth, and the skull crushing has stopped. My eyes travel over to the body and a pile of mush and blood on the floor. I don't even notice when the stranger kneels before me. I could very well, be his next victim.

Author's note: I accidentally uploaded this story under the wrong category, it's fixed now! I thought it was wrong but wasn't sure, then someone reviewed and informed me! thank you so much! anyways, I hope you guys who are still reading enjoy the story! I'm gonna update some of my older stories as well.