Lily is my OC.

"Just one," the Governor smiled.

She wasn't that stupid. She'd give anything to be able to leave this place and have Glenn and Maggie beside her just to see Daryl's face again, but she wasn't going to risk his life just to do so.

"I'd like to see that in writing..."

"I can have that arranged if that's what it takes."

"How do I know you'd even keep to it? What's my reassurance?"

"You don't. There is none."

"No. This fight is not with them anymore, it's with me. If you let them go, I'll stay here. With you…" She took a deep breath. "Unconditionally…"

"Then I'm going to have to ask you to take off your shirt." This comment got her to stop talking. "Take off your shirt, please."

"No."

He twirled the knife in his hands again. "Unconditionally…"

She could handle physical injuries, what was one more scar she had hundreds? Also she could handle psychological torture to a degree. She'd lasted this long after all. 'As long as I can keep him busy then Maggie is still safe.' Glenn was not safe anymore, but she could keep Maggie safe for a spell. She knew how this man worked.

"Don't make me cut it off you after I've already asked nicely."

She could handle this man at least once more before she'd feel completely broken down. In the time since she'd been away from him, she'd grown stronger and could feel it. 'I have to be strong. I have to. For the others.'

"Unconditionally…" she repeated under her breath slowly removing her shirt, then she stopped. "I won't do anything until they are gone," she said returning her shirt.

He jumped from the table so fast and took her throat she lost hold on the present for a moment.

"Take off your damn shirt!"

"You can't boss me around like you used to! I'm not the same person anymore! Let them go!"

He grabbed her arm and tossed her across the room keeping a tight grip on her shirt. As she was thrown across the room, her shirt was ripped from her person surrounding her in the cold of being locked underground.

A smile snaked its way across his face. "Wasn't that easy?" What struck her as odd was how she didn't feel scared when he smiled at her. That was the thing he did which creeped her out the most. The room felt even colder now and not because she had lost her shirt. "You remember the routine...pants next. I assume you don't want me doing that for you?"

"Well, that's never stopped you before…" she retorted trying to cover up the moment of fear she felt. "I'm not doing anything for you until I know Glenn and Maggie are away from here. As soon as they're gone, I won't try to leave. I'll do whatever you say, but not until they're gone."

"If I have to, I will bring Glenn and Maggie's hands in here," he said walking over to her tired of her sassing him around.

"Do what you must, but I will not remove any more of my clothes for you anymore." He forced her against the wall.

"You know, I've sort of missed having you around."

He unhooked her belt and dragged her jeans to the ground. His hands were warm as they moved up her legs. She couldn't look at him as he did it because it would bring even more memories back that she didn't want. 'As long as he's in here with me, he's not with them,' she thought.

"I'm impressed. Your hair has grown so much since we last met." His large hands ran through her once flawless hair. "It used to be your favorite, I remember. Looks like the times have changed that. Too bad."

His surprisingly warm hands ran over her shoulders giving them a tight squeeze which made her wince. The now light touch of his fingers ran down her scar covered back and hooked onto her bra.

He took a handful of her hair and yanked her head to the side before whispering in her ear. "Tell me where they are."

"Go to hell." He snapped the bra strap making her wince again.

With one swift motion, he moved in front of her and drew her body against his. 'It's just a mind game. It's just a mind game.'

She closed her eyes just hoping she could make it through this. A hand ran through the hair which framed her face and cupped her cheek. Again he whispered in her ear.

"Just tell me where they are and this will stop. It will just turn into a distant memory." His hand caressed her face. It felt like he was enjoying this like he used to, but he had to remind himself that there was business at hand.

"No," she whispered back into his ear hoping she sounded stronger than she felt.

He moved behind her and ran a hand down her hip and the other along her inner thigh. Shivers ran down her back as she stomped on his foot to get him to remove his hands, but he retaliated by wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her to him, before his other hand returned to her legs.

She'd reacted which is the only reason he was returning to her thighs. She tensed under his touch fearing what was going to happen next.

"Tell me where they are," he whispered in her ear one last time gripping her leg tightly.

"No," her voice barely came out as a squeak.

In her mind she pictured what she wanted to do next and somehow it happened. She curled her hands into fists and punched him in the face before kicking him and sending him stumbling to the middle of the room.

She expected him to retaliate again but all he did was straighten himself up and make for the door. She continued to face the wall trying to recompose her thoughts. Twice he rapped his knuckles against the metal.

"Yeah, boss," it was Merle outside the door.

"She's all yours."