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*WARNING* Wanted to throw out a trigger warning for this chapter. Its intense, as is befitting an M rated story. Just a heads up.

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Rick shook his head, attempting to deal with the painful throbbing that tore through his skull. He blinked his eyes repeatedly, and tilted his head back with a groan.

"Welcome back to the land of the living!" A voice intoned, "Well… So to speak." He chuckled at his own joke.

Rick aimed his head forward and allowed his eyes to focus. Joe was smiling at him, flanked by two men. Rick attempted to stand, but realized quickly that he had been bound to a chair in what appeared to be a basement of sorts. As his head cleared, one thought pierced through the others.

"Where's Beth?" he demanded, his tone making it clear anything other than her safety would not be tolerated.

Joe smiled, and leaned against the door frame. "Beth's her name, huh? That's good, we were wondering, taking bets. I think Dan guessed Beth? Personally I guessed Becky, based on that B we found at the store."

Rick's eyes narrowed in response, and Joe sighed.

"You're really no fun. She's fine. Well, as fine as can be expected, I suppose. Billy claimed her, so he's upstairs with her now." Rick growled at him, ready to explode, but Joe continued. "Don't get upset, I'm sure he'll share, you'll have your turn if you decide to stick around."

"What, I've got a choice, now?" Rick responded coolly, attempting to let his mind get him out of this, since it was clear his body could not help him right now.

Joe laughed, which encouraged the two lackeys who were guarding the door behind him to laugh as well. "Of course you do! We found your bow, actually, after the fire died down" Joe shrugged, gesturing to the small pile of weapons that lay in the corner. Rick observed his gun and knife among several other things in the pile. Joe continued, "I've always wanted a bow man in our group. I've always said that, haven't I boys?" The two men behind him nodded fervently, and Rick resisted rolling his eyes. "I've always said, anyone can shoot a gun, especially now that we're in this world. But a bow man's a bow man through and through. Now, I didn't have you pegged for a bow man when I first saw you, but this here is a thing of beauty. Any man who can wield that is welcome in our little group. What do you say?" Joe finished, smiling at Rick.

"I think you talk a lot." Rick deadpanned, as Joe's smile faded. Rick attempted not to grin himself. Rick had never shot that bow in his life, and he doubted he could given the opportunity. But that meant they were underestimating Beth, and that was a grave mistake to make.

Joe sauntered towards Rick, his joviality all but gone. He crouched down in front of him, and looked up into Rick's darkened eyes. "Now, I've tried to be nice here, Rick. I don't know if it's escaped your notice, but you're tied to a chair with two guns trained on you. Your little piece of ass is upstairs being fucked incessantly, and that's all while we're being nice. It might behoove you to play along." Joe's voice was even and hard. Rick took up his playful tone from before.

"It has not escaped my notice, Joe." Rick said, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought off a smirk. "But some things have escaped your notice as well."

With timing he couldn't have planned if he'd tried, a male scream tore through the house, and rang in all of their ears. Immediately the two arm men charged up the stairs towards the sound, and while Joe's attention was diverted, Rick stood, swinging the chair as hard as he could, the wood breaking over Joe's face.

The chair broken, Rick stood quickly taking Joe's gun. The men who had left returned at the noise, and he ran to escape their fire. A bullet clipped his arm, but he aimed and fired quickly, killing them both.

Rick gathered up the remaining weapons in the corner, including Beth's crossbow. The arrows were gone, and parts of the bow were singed from the fire, but it was still clearly functional.

Rick rushed up the stairs, eager to return it to its rightful owner.

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Beth stood, admittedly afraid, as Billy fed her another peach. Billy didn't waste any time pressing his body against her, as she chewed solemnly. Beth felt every inch of him pressed into her leg. She blanched, and he took notice.

"Don't be afraid, Bethy." Billy said, leaning in close to her ear, before trailing small kisses on her neck, "I won't hurt you." Beth swallowed the peaches roughly, angered by the term of endearment her father had used.

Billy's hands were on her now, moving up her arms and back towards her neck. She was pressed flatly against the wall by the window, where she stood like a statue. His hands moved up into her hair, and removed her elastic hair tie, allowing her yellow hair to fall loosely around her shoulders. Beth chewed the inside of her cheek while Billy raked his fingers through the knots throughout her hair.

"You're so pretty…" he mumbled, as his eyes began to trace down from her hair to the rest of her body. "Why do you wear that vest?" he asked, as if he had become aware of it only at this moment. His fingers traced the hem of the leather. "Perhaps we should take it off."

Beth's eyes narrowed on Billy's. In response, he gently touched his belt with one hand, where both a knife and a gun were holstered, and the other one trailed up, between her breasts, to her neck where he squeezed loosely. He was making it clear she didn't really have a choice in the matter.

With her neck in his hand, he turned her away from the wall towards the bed. Billy moved his hand from her neck into her hair, and pulled it back lightly before claiming her mouth in a kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, probing and searching, before retreating back with a bite on her bottom lip. As he pulled back Billy's eyes searched Beth's for whether or not she was going to fight him. Beth swallowed, and let her eyes fall to the floor, which Billy chose to interpret as submission.

Immediately he moaned, and his hands went to quick work undressing Beth. Daryl's vest went first, and Billy threw it across the room with little fanfare. He tore at her shirt, literally ripping it from her body, exposing a small pink bra, littered with small green flowers. Billy exhaled, and Beth closed her eyes as Billy reverently removed that as well and lowered her onto the small bed, before fondling each mound carefully.

Billy's hand roamed down to her jeans, where he quickly popped the small button open before yanking them past her hips. The small white underwear was soon behind, and Beth lay exposed before his eyes.

Billy's eyes softened as he took her in. "You look like a goddess." He shuddered, and Beth smiled up at him. She sat up on the bed, her face even with his crotch. The implication was clear, and Billy groaned excitedly, as he removed his shirt, and made quick work of his belt.

Billy stood with his pants around his ankles and watched as Beth observed his erect cock. Her eyes were wide and deep blue. He put his hands on her shoulders, and moved them up her neck, where he felt her heart racing. His hands continued into her hair, which he gripped lightly, encouraging her, begging her, to take him in.

Beth smiled up at him, before parting her small pink lips. Billy's cock was already leaking in anticipation, and the moment her lips closed around him, his head tilted back and his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned loudly.

Beth moved back and forth one, two, three times before pausing at the base of his shaft, and biting down as hard as she could.

The blood spewed forth from Billy, and drenched Beth's face and chest. She could taste his blood in his mouth. Ignoring his screams, she reached down to his belt, removing his knife. Billy managed a loud "YOU BITCH" before Beth plunged the knife up through his chin, into his brain.

Beth quickly removed the knife and stood back. She could still taste the blood. She grabbed for Billy's gun and positioned herself behind the bed, away from the door as others footsteps clamored up the stairs towards her.

Beth's mind went blank. She knew she was naked and covered in blood. She kept firing the gun. She knew she hit one man, then another, and another. She was still pulling the trigger, but they weren't still coming, were they? She could hear the click, click, click of the gun. Her tears were blinding her vision, but her finger was still pulling relentlessly.

She saw another man through her tears, coming towards her. He was saying something, and she knew she wasn't hitting him; she was out of ammo long ago. He was wrapping something around her, and finally the tears fell from her eyes, her vison unobscured once more. Rick was in front of her, wrapping her tightly in Daryl's vest.

"We need to go, Beth. I've got you."

Rick lifted her up, and she closed her eyes, and knew no more.

Whew. Deep breaths everyone. That was hard for me to write, and I did actually write a PG version of this chapter as well (she bites off his tongue instead.) I wanted to make the parallel to when Rick tore out Joe's throat. I opted for the darker version, because that's the world we're in now. To be super duper clear, Beth had this planned from the moment she realized what he was doing. She was playing along, 100% of the time. I don't think I need to clarify that, but just in case.

I've already got the first part of next chapter going, so hopefully I'll be updating soon.

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