TTWH 10

This chapter is very dark and explicit...goes into more detail about what happened to Daryl at Woodbury. Maybe you'll also see a side to Daryl as well as Merle doing very bad things that may shock you and haunt your dreams...Just warning you...If you're scared, or want to believe Daryl's 100% angel, please don't read!

i.

Daryl

Jones had made a careless mistake but we had made a fatal mistake.

Three down, two to go.

Well, almost fatal as if by telepathy and right on cue, we lashed out at our enemies backwards.

Me – I struck back at Jones with my crossbow without even looking so that he fell to the ground, clutching his head. While my brother kicked out backwards, also without looking and with perfect aim, dispossessing Smithy of his weapon. Before he whirled round and kicked him in the head again and again and again and again with his army boots in rage just as he was struggling to his feet. Poor bastard didn't even have time to cry out or groan in pain before his head was a bloody, unrecognisable pulp. Bits of brain and skull fragments everywhere. I saw this out of the corner of my eye – it only took my brother mere seconds to dispatch my former torturer.

For my part, I whirled quickly on my stunned arch- enemy – determined not to make another fatal mistake again. Beat him to the ground with my crossbow but not to kill him, not like Merle had Smithy. No, I wanted Jones alive because he'd been the worst by far. I could still remember the feeling of being ripped apart, that maybe he was going to kill me as he pounded into me without mercy, without even lube not for the first time when I was so sore from all of them already. 'We're gonna see if it's possible to fuck someone to death.' He'd whisper into my ear before he forced his tongue into my mouth – that was when none of the others were occupying it with their dicks. They'd force-fed me drugs a few times – I don't know what but they made me fade in and out of consciousness but still apparently didn't stop me servicing them with my mouth. Somehow the added disorientation added to my terror and pain rather than took away from it. At least Louie, for all his bulk had tried to be gentle, had even tried to get me off – had succeeded a few times but the humiliation of the moans escaping my mouth when he did that were almost worse. Because my body's reaction that I couldn't control incited them to taunts that I was a whore that liked what they were doing to me, 'How do ya rape a whore?' and 'Look, he likes it!'. Those were the worst of all. Yet the big black man would stroke my hair back and whisper 'I'm not gonna hurt ya, fuck, ya so beautiful' in my ear and I even thought he believed it.

I grabbed a coil of rope that was conveniently lying on the ground beside me but yet the fact that it was there at all bothered me for some reason and I tied Jones' hands behind him with it.

'Come 'ere.' I snarled in the barely conscious man's ear. 'Are there any more of ya?' He stirred but only groaned in reply but got up onto his knees when I pulled him up by his hair.

'What the fuck ya doin'?' Merle contemptuously kicked at the bloody mess that used to be Valentino's head with disgust, away from him before he checked that his weapon still had bullets in it. Smiled in satisfaction when he clicked it shut. 'Two left, baby brother. Ya wanna do the honours?'

He aimed it at the the bastard's head.

But I got in front of the kneeling piece of shit, shielding him. My brother raised his eye-brows in surprise.

'Ya lost ya mind? What ya protectin' him for? Come on, let's end this.'

'No. I ain't protectin' him. The opposite in fact.' I stubbornly replied. ''Cos this piece of shit's mine. He was the worst. Get me that water.' I gestured to one of their bottles lying on the ground near him.

Merle looked at me like I was crazy but didn't say anything as he tossed me the half-empty bottle of mineral water.

'What ya gonna do?'

I smirked, didn't bother to reply. Yanked the bastard's head back and threw the water in his face.

He came to, gasping and spluttering. I drew the knife out of my pocket then and held it to his throat.

'How many of ya are there? Any more gonna creep up on us and ambush us? Tell us the truth and we might just let ya go.'

His face lit up in hope making me almost feel sorry for the him because he actually believed this! 'N...No...'

And I remembered that it was only the five of them who had raped me but couldn't be 100% sure – especially when I was drugged.

I held the knife tighter against his throat and couldn't help repress the shudder as he shrunk against my body. I nicked his skin with my blade and drew droplets of blood that gleamed along the metal blade.

'Ya sure...? Tell me the truth otherwise I'm gonna gut ya like a pig.'

'Yeah...yeah...' He gabbled, more awake now in fear for his life and I realised for the first time how small the men who had tortured me actually were.

'I think he's tellin' the truth, those five were the closest to the Governor, I worked with them. Unless they picked up other scum-bags like themselves along the way.' My brother added while I frowned at him because it sounded like he was our one surviving prisoner. Something told me to believe Jones.

'Better not be any more surprises.' I hissed in his ear. 'Otherwise...' I slid the knife under his shirt, 'I'll carve ya heart out of ya chest, that's if ya got one.'

'Please...I'm sorry for what we did …...we're sorry...so sorry...'

I scoffed at him.

'Fuck you.' I snarled dismissively into his ear, pulling out the blade from him, carelessly so that he hissed in pain when I scratched the skin of his chest with it.

'Please...jus' don't kill me.'

I drew back and kicked him. 'Fuckin' coward. Merle!' The whole time the bastard was moaning, weeping, begging for mercy.

In a flash, my brother was by my side. 'What ya waitin' for?'

'Ya know what this piece of shit said to me? That he was gonna fuck me to death...'

'Give me that knife.' Merle tried to snatch it from me but I held it away from him. 'No.'

I started to pull down Jones' pants while he really began to sob in terror now.

'I'd thought we'd return the favour.' I sniggered, not even really sure myself what I was going to do with the sick fuck who had made it all as bad as possible for me.

Merle laughed and joined me. 'Never thought ya'd be the one for that kind of thing, little brother. Especially fuckin' a man to death...Rape...Thought I was the sadistic one.'

'Well, ya don't know nothin'.' I retorted while Jones really started to weep and wail at that and struggle. 'Please, no, jus' kill me, please don't do that.'

'Shut up!' I hissed in his ear. 'The more ya fight the worse it's gonna be... Look at him squirming like a bitch on heat. How can you rape a whore, anyway?'

Merle chuckled at that.

We tugged his pants and underwear down between us. He'd wet himself in his terror and we laughed.

'Ugh, ya pissed yaself? Fuckin' stinks, get them off him.' Holding our noses with one hand, we threw the wet pants and underwear as far away with the other as we could in the bushes.

We stared at him squirming on the floor, his pale, skinny ass pathetically waggling in the air. His cock limp between his legs.

'Ya wanna go first?' My brother asked me. He grabbed another bottle of their mineral water and Jones screamed when he emptied it all over him. 'Ugh, this hog still stinks of piss.' Merle shook his head in disgust.

'Why don't ya look after yaself, have a wash at least?' He mocked the terrified man who of course, didn't answer.

'Nah, you can. I'll jus' watch.' I sneered when he got the small jar of lube about to open it.

'Ya always carry that around with ya, Merle? Might of known. Jus' use spit on this bitch like he did with me.' I shivered. 'He didn't even stretch me, jus' rammed his way straight in. Felt like I was bein' fuckin' ripped apart.'

'He did what?' My brother cried out in outrage and kicked the man viciously in the small of his back and we heard something crack and he screamed in agony. I hoped it was his spine.

Merle smiled cruelly and put it away.

'He was worse than the others.' My voice was suddenly cracking, fading away from me as my chest hitched and I hated how pathetic and weak I sounded, especially in front of that piece of shit lying trussed up on the forest floor. But I sensed that the bastard wasn't even paying attention, caught up in his own fear and pain. Weird how my emotions took me by surprise sometimes, still.

Merle looked over at me suddenly, forgetting all about him. 'Sh...It's OK.'

The next thing I knew, I was slumped against the tree and couldn't see through the sudden tears blurring my vision and he was by my side in a second with his arm around me. Despite myself, momentarily overcome and feeling shaky, I turned and buried my face in his chest.

'He really, really fuckin' hurt me.' I whispered to my brother. 'Do whatever ya want with him.' I snarled.

'Ya safe, ya safe now. I got ya, I got ya. It's over...' His hand was moving in my hair, helping to ground me in the here and now. In the forest out in the open not back in that filthy, grim interrogation cell in Woodbury. His touches and voice telling me it was over, that I was safe, gradually replaced their gropings and taunts and filthy laughter, bringing me back to the present as I slowly came back to myself. Forcing myself to to get a grip on my emotions and my breathing to return to normal. When the memories eventually did stop playing out in front of me like it was happening for real again, I shook his arm off me impatiently.

'Get off me.' I got to my feet, wiping my eyes and the pathetic pussy tears away. 'No, it ain't over! Look! Get 'im! He's gettin' away!'

It was true, the wretched man was trying to crawl away on his knees and Merle took hold of him again easily by the scruff of the neck. Shook him like a rag doll.

'Get back down there.' I heard him say as he dragged him back into the clearing and pushed him down to the ground.

Merle eagerly tugged his own pants down and despite my words about watching, I turned away. 'Don't be shy, little brother.' He said while I just grunted in reply.

'Hey, why don't ya get in front? Least he can do is suck ya off. Do us both nice and good at the same time.'

My bile rose and despite my bloodthirsty need for revenge, I couldn't stomach that. Or letting my brother see me like that. Not for the second time I wondered if I should have let this go so far because what was the difference between them and us? I almost regretted telling Merle to take him like the bastard took me and do the same to him.

'Nah, ya alright, I'll pass.' I turned away. 'I'll jus' be around.'

Jones started begging again, pleading with me to stop him as Merle got in behind him and roughly grabbed him by the hair.

'What? Thought ya'd wanna stay and watch ya revenge, little brother?'

'Nah- ya alright.'

Jones really started to panic when he saw me leave. 'Please, don't leave me with him. Ya not like him, like us – ya better than that. I know I deserve to die for what we did - so jus' shoot me and let's get it over with.'

'Shut the fuck up.' I heard Merle hiss callously into his ear. 'Shootin's too good for scum like ya. Stop callin' for him. He ain't gonna save ya. Now, be still.'

I winced when I heard him spit into his hand and heard Jones' screams of agony, shortly followed by my brother's moans. Part of me was disgusted with Merle and with myself, after all, hadn't I suggested raping him in revenge? But when push came to shove, I couldn't go through it. This was clear to me as I puked up the contents of my empty stomach – only bile left - into the nearest bush. Torn between rushing back and putting a bullet in the bastard's brain and maybe my brother's too, ending this sick charade once and for all or just letting Merle have his way with him and get revenge for me.

I slunk away like the coward I was out of earshot, prepared to return later.

….

I started making my way back, I didn't know how much time had passed but I couldn't stop the images in my head. Came back to see Jones, his face all bloodied up, sucking on my brother. He was whimpering and his chest was heaving with sobs, making sounds like I had until I couldn't stand it any more.

'Enough!' I roared, training the gun on my moaning and bucking brother. I could tell that he was practically choking the guy, it was a miracle that Jones could draw enough breath not to pass out.

Both of them turned to look at me, gaping in surprise and I tried not to look as my brother's dick slid out of his mouth and Merle gave a groan of frustration.

'Well, well, little brother. Reckon it's ya turn after this bitch is done with me. Don't fuckin' stop!.' He grabbed Jones' hair and twisted it painfully and the wretched man was too broken but to comply and open his mouth again, ready to take him back in. Reminding me of myself. Had I looked like that, acted like that? So broken, it was a wonder Merle and the others had ever managed to bring me back. And Jones only had one person assaulting him – bad enough but only for mere hours – minutes? not days.

'I said 'Stop!' He's had enough.'

'What? Ya goin' soft on me, Darlena? After what they did to you?'

'It don't make it right what we're doin'!'

'But it was ya idea to fuck this piece of shit to death!'

'No! I changed my mind! Makes us no different to them!'

'Well, jus' let him finish me off, little brother, OK?' He turned back to him.

'No! Get away from him!' I waved the gun at him. 'I ain't bluffing, it's loaded, bro. I'm serious.'

'Are ya?' He sighed in disappointment but I could see the rage etched on his face and again, I turned away in distaste as he did up his flies.

'What? How come ya such a shy little princess?'

'Fuck you. Get out of my way.' I aimed the gun at Jones who, incredibly was still begging for his life, bloodied and filthy as he was and I felt a tiny slither of unwelcome pity despite my rage and hunger for revenge.

I debated between using my knife or the gun on the bastard. Surely he deserved the knife – but the gun was quicker. Merle had punished him enough I reckoned.

'Please, if ya let me live, I'll suck both ya dicks, I'm real good, let ya fuck me as much as ya want, please, please don't kill me.'

'Fuck, what a skanky slut, Merle!' I looked over at my brother and we laughed before I turned back to him. 'It's better than ya deserve, ya piece of shit.' I marvelled at his drive to survive when I'd wished that they would just kill me more times than I could remember when they were going at me. But then it had been going on for days and I believed that it would never end. That I would never be rescued.

I raised my gun and hit him square in the head, once and once more to make sure he was really dead and wouldn't rise again.

Finally, 5 down and 0 to go. We had survived but at what price? Merle was red in the face both with angry disbelief and unrequited lust as he turned on me.

'Ya point a gun at me, boy! Choose him over me?'

'Fuck you!' I screamed in his face as the dead man watched us with glassy, unseeing eyes, his brains sprayed out all over the ground.

'Why do I need to when I've got ya, my sweet, baby brother?' Yet we still hadn't traded blows but fell wrestling to the floor and Merle was tearing at my clothes and I was trying to buck him off!

'Merle! Stop! Ya don't want to do this! Get off me!' I yelled and reached for my dagger.