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Woodbury: Day before the Trade.

The Governor placed the last tool on the rolling table in his playroom. He lovingly and strategically picked out each one. Sam and Michonne each had a room and the plan was different for both. He had spent all day thinking about what he wanted to do to both and in what order. Michonne was going to get a rougher touch than Sam. He wanted to enjoy Sam for much longer than Michonne, so the tools for her were less… brutal.

Just looking at the rolling cart made him hard. Grabbing himself through his jeans he groaned and closed his eyes. He pictured Sam all bound for him, her pale flesh against tight ropes. He wanted to open up her back again. The blood trailing down the curves of her soft skin had been so… erotic. He couldn't wait to play with her.

Michonne on the other hand was going to let him release some rage. He couldn't wait to carve her up. She'd probably loose one eye first. Let her feel what a rupture eyeball felt like. Then maybe some strategically placed stab wounds, nothing fatal. Bleed her a bit.

'Oh the dark skin will look wonderful cut into ribbons.' He thought his hand stroking his hardon through the rough denim. A knock on the door shook him out of his daydream. Growling loudly at the interruption he flung the door open to find Milton. Raising an eyebrow he asked, "Yes Milton?"

He saw Milton look at the room and swallow nervously. "So the plan is still on?"

The Governor scoffed, "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"How does that help Woodbury?" Milton's asked softly his eyes jumping over to the table full of tools.

"Excuse me?" the Governor asked his eyes narrowing.

Milton looked away before continuing, "This was supposed to be a new start, a way out. Look, this business with Michonne, Merle and Sam, I understand. But the people at the prison..."

The Governor sneered at him, "What? Hmm? I should move on?"

Milton nodded and said, "Yes."

"Let me ask you something, huh? Do you still believe the biters have some spark in them, huh? Of who they were?" He asked angrily his hands in tight fists.

Milton swallowed and crossed his arms, "I think so."

The Governor walked closer and stared down at the weak man, "Then that was my daughter, wasn't it?"

Breaking eye contact Milton cleared his throat, "Whether that was Penny or not, it's done. It doesn't matter."

The Governor stalked over and grabbed his face, "Oh... it's all that matters. Milton. Getting back what is mine and destroying the person who murdered my daughter is all that FUCKING MATTERS!"

The Governor kept his dark, angry filled eyes on Milton's. He could see the tremor of fear running through the pussy's back. Milton buckled under the intense gaze from the Governor, his eyes looking away.

"You can go now Milton. I appreciate your opinion." He said flatly while roughly pushing the man away and slamming the door in his face.

"Fuckin pussy," he muttered while sitting in the old barber chair in the center of the room. He stroked the surgical tools, the cool metal making him smirk. Laying his head back he went back to his fantasies of cut flesh and trailing blood. Unbuckling his pants he fisted his hardon and while thinking of the two woman splayed out in front of him, he moaned, "Gonna bleed so much for me."

The Governor saw Andrea sneaking around the large building housing his playrooms soon after he left. Watching her from the shadows he saw her speaking to Milton. He knew Milton was informing Andrea the truce he told her about was a lie, that they had a deal for her friend and the blonde. Milton was definitely telling her they were going to slaughter the whole lot of them. Narrowing his eyes the Governor decided he needed to get control of both the nosy blonde and his pathetic scientist.

'You're going to regret questioning me you little shithead,' he growled while tightening his fist. Leaving his spot he moved toward the entrance gate.

"Martinez," he hollered while approaching the wall. Martinez joined him on the street and they walked a few steps away from the others. The Governor said, "I need you to take Andrea and Milton into custody, do it quietly. Put them in the spare interrogation rooms." Martinez looked at him a moment but nodded, "Yes, sir." He grabbed a couple men and walked away to carry out his orders. The Governor watched as the men loaded the last of the weapon into the large truck. They had more weapons and ammo than they knew what to do with. The prison didn't stand a chance against them.

The Governor was sitting in his apartment savoring a aged whiskey when Martinez arrived with news.

"We got them both into custody. Andrea wasn't too pleased," he chuckled before continuing, "They're both restrained. We also have everything prepared for tomorrow, everything's loaded up." He said

The Governor nodded. "Good. Good. I'll visit with them in the morning before the meeting. Get some rest. Tomorrow will be an exciting day."

"Yes sir," he said before leaving the apartment.

The Governor sat while sipping his alcohol. He felt giddy about the following day. He was pretty confident that Rick was going to pussy out. He didn't seem to be the type to sacrifice anyone, with the whole police background.

'Protect and Serve.' He scoffed.

It didn't really matter if they showed up though because they were all going to die regardless. They had gotten all the Woodbury town members over 13 years of age armed and trained. Most wouldn't survive but they'd make good shields for the real soldiers. If Rick no-showed to the meeting they would drive straight to the prison. The women would be kept alive and he would see if any caught his eye. Sipping his whiskey he thought about maybe offering the women to some of his men.

'Could be good on morale,' he thought, swirling the amber liquid in the short glass.

They would slaughter the men. Well almost all of them. Merle and his brother were going to be saved if at all possible. He wanted to feed Daryl to biters while Merle watched. The man spoke so much about his kid brother that it would be a shame not to use it against him. Once that was done he figured he'd start feeding parts of Merle to the same biters. One limb at a time until there was nothing left but his fucking metal arm and head.

'He'll make a lovely addition to my wall,' he thought with a smirk while watching the rotting heads bob in their filthy aquariums.

Dun Dun Dun…. God can you tell how much I hate the Governor? Sick bastard.

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