"Yeah, cursin' and shoutin' is gonna do you real good, Merle!" Daryl shouted, his voice cracking as his body tensed, rattling the restraints he was in. Merle's attention was back on him now, just as he'd wanted. The older man grabbed the side of Daryl's face from behind. "You're really askin' for it boy!" He dug his nails into his cheek and the younger Dixon cringed, closing his eyes. By the side of the room, The Governor calmed checked the magazine of his fun for bullets, sliding it back in as he glanced over at the two feuding brothers.
Letting go of his face the older brother started to undo the front of Daryl's pants. He inhaled, body tense as he started to tremble. Merle's eyes were red and wet as he clenched his teeth, a grunt escaped as he got the pants undone. In one quick motion they were halfway down to his knees along with his underwear. Daryl heard more noise behind him, the sound of Merle's own pants coming undone. He took in a ragged breath. Things were going according to plan, sure, but it didn't make him any less nervous.
Merle brought his mouth close to Daryl's ear and whispered into it. "Remember, you made me do this, little bro." It was chilling to hear, and Daryl wondered if it was just another weird way his brother coped with things, by blaming another. He brought his hand up to Daryl's face again, tightening his grasp on the side of his face, nails starting to leave red marks in his cheek.
The pain on his face was nothing to what came next. Daryl gasped quietly and started to squirm in his restraints, though he soon forced himself to calm down and stop. He was used to just freezing up and listening to what was said, though as of late he had been doing rather well at fighting through those instincts. He felt his brother's warmth behind him, though it seemed like he was hesitating. The gleam of The Governor's gun caught his eye and he already knew how quick he was to use it. Only a few seconds had ticked by but it felt like hours.
"Just as useful as our father...just look where you've gotten us.." Daryl said quietly, though he knew Merle had heard it as suddenly his hand retracted, leaving angry scratches on the side of Daryl's face.
"Don't you ever compare me to that scumbag!" Merle grunted. Daryl was nearly knocked out as he took a hit from Merle's metal-sheathed arm to the back of the head. His head hung slightly in front of him as he felt an arm hold around his stomach, and a sudden, sharp pain in his backside. He wanted to believe it wasn't happening, but he knew it was, and knew it had to be done. The Governor had been generous, as they should have been shot dead by now. The man was sick, and he wanted to see sick things happen. Daryl figured that was the only reason they were still alive up to this point.
In Merle's mind, things had done blank. He was angry, though for the most part he was trying to protect himself from what he was doing. He was raping his baby brother. Yes, it was to save them both, but at this point, he wondered if he should have gone for the other option. He couldn't decide such a final fate like that for his brother though.
Merle huffed, breathing erratic as he moved in and out of the smaller man. His voice hitched as he tried to brush it off, clenching his good hand harder across Daryl's stomach, holding him closer. The chains at Daryl's hands above rattled slightly. The younger man's eyes were clenched, along with his teeth. Behind his eyelids was a blazing red, his mind erratic, unable to block the senses he needed to. At the side of the room, Phillip was watching the two with a side gaze, the slightest smirk on his face, though neither of the condemned men were too concerned with looking at the man at the moment.
Again the seconds seemed to go by like hours. Daryl tried to stifle his quiet gasps and whines as he was assaulted. Meanwhile, Merle was channeled his anger at Daryl's words and insulted into the task at hand. About a minute had gone by when Merle's anger was dying down, his sense coming back to reality. He couldn't ride that emotion any longer. He was angry at the fact that The Governor made him do this, and that he was obeying. He was angry at Daryl for getting into this position to begin with. He had stopped, letting go of Daryl as he did up his own pants, then his brother's before standing up. He glared at The Governor who stood there looking rather amused. Daryl kept his head hung slightly, focusing on his breathing. He knew he was bleeding back there, and perhaps from the other physical abuse he'd just endured. Neither of his other wounds seemed to have distracted him from the rape, though.
"Are you satisfied?" Merle growled. He seemed to be avoiding tending or looking at Daryl, perhaps out of some sort of guilt, Daryl figured.
"I'm not here to negotiate." Phillip stated, cocking a brow as if confused. Wasn't that the whole reason this whole ordeal went underway though? How could he say that wasn't what was going on? What was he here for then?
"What? We had a deal!" He should have known The Governor wouldn't stay true to his world. But what now? Merle stood there, letting out a huff, clearly irritated. "You're gonna let him and me go now, or else there is gonna be a problem here." Merle stated, his voice seemingly gruffer than usual. Phillip ignored him, instead glancing at Daryl.
"Little Dixon..look at me." Daryl glared at the floor, refusing to even lift his head. He was in pain, but he was angry. He knew Merle had done what he had to do, but he couldn't help but feel some animosity towards him at the moment. In fact, it was Daryl's plan all along to goad him into doing it, to help nudge the decision with his verbal attacks on Merle. Most of all he was angry with The Governor. This was all his doing, and he was far too evil to simply torture him or even kill him. No, he had to drag Merle into it, then torture them both physically, mentally, and emotionally. "I won't ask again." Phillip's voice broke into his thoughts. Daryl gritted his teeth and slowly raised his head, glaring at The Governor from under his brow. The Governor's face was blank, his intimidating eyes watching Daryl until their gaze met. In a split second he raised his arm, eyes seemingly to move in slow motion as he moved his view to Merle, then pulled the trigger. The shot was deafening as Daryl heard his brother fall to the ground behind him.
