Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 18

Governor's Pov :

- "Huff"... "Sob"... Uh-hu-hu-huh... "Sniff".

In the darkness of the cell, the Governor, next to the inert mass of the woman, puts his pants back on and buckles his belt up. The woman is only standing up thanks to the ropes tied to her bloodied wrists. Her panting breath fills the silence and her dreadlocks are falling on her face. A mix of tears, snot and blood is dripping down her swollen lips.

The Governor takes his breath back and considers her. He feels good, tired and invigorated. His hands are hurting and his phalanges are scratched considering how hard he went on her and notched his fists on her teeth. He was very talented to strangle her almost to death, then send her back to reality with a good slap or a heavy punch in the stomach. He carefully avoided her mouth, but filled all her other orifices with his little attentions, thanks to the energy he has inside of him.

- Okay, okay... I'll admit it, I got a little carried away.

She sniffs. It's only by a thread that she stays conscious. She can't raise her head, but it's obvious that she wants to. She's vainly trying to say something to him. Under her, there's a pool of blood in which her long dreadlocks are floating. Her shirt his torn apart at her breasts level. We can see on the lower part of her body, naked, still quartered by the ropes and glistering of sweat, the marks of the Governor's blows.

He stares at her.

- But I don't regret a thing. I enjoyed every minute of it. What about you ? (He waits for her to answer. She keeps panting, then lets out a gurgling between a whine and a sob.) No ? I wouldn't think so.

He walks to the door and drums on it, before sleeking his long black hair.

- We're through here ! he yells to Bruce. Let me out !

The door opens while squeaking, letting in the bright light of the corridor.

Bruce is waiting on the other side, stoic and mute like a statue. The Governor doesn't even look at him and doesn't notices the pity and disgust in his eyes. He's been hearing it all night, and still doesn't understand how a man can last this long. He used to last pretty long with his girlfriend, Shauna, but it wasn't the same thing. Certainly not. The Governor looks back to the woman, tilts his head and stares at her for a moment. She's a tough bitch, that's for sure. Bruce was right. This slag won't speak one goddamn word. But now, now, the Governor notices something that procures him an unexpected pleasure. He needs to look closer to see it, because of all these dreadlocks covering her face, but the noise his perfectly clear. He smiles.

She's crying.

The Governor is delighted.

- You go ahead and cry it out, honey. Just get it all out. You earned it. You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Cry your little head off.

He's about to leave when he hears something else. He turns around and tilts his head again. For a quick moment, it seemed to him that she said something else. He listens carefully and perceives the words between the painful moans.

- I'm... I'm not crying for me, she penibly says. I'm crying for you.

He blankly stares at her.

She raises her head enough to cross his gaze. Her face is covered of blood, tears running down her swollen cheeks, but she buries her gaze in him like if she was stabbing him. And all the pain, despair and anguish of this brutal world devasted by the Plague appeared for a quick moment on her disfigured face, before disappearing, swept off at once by the burning hate of the woman... leaving only a ferocious mask. The Governor fests of her hate which he absorbates.