MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【46】

Panicked, I reach to the bedside where my bat was only for the man to grab my arm and pin it to the bed.

"Hey, Joe!" he calls, a laugh in his voice, "Lookie what I've got!"

It wasn't a singular man that came when called, rather multiple as a range of men bustled into the room.

"Well now," the guy I assumed was Joe laughs, "Got a cute one, huh?"

"She hardly looks above thirteen, come on guys," one of them complains.

"Good. That means we can break her in," another laughs, gaining a round of laughter.

Joe moves closer, laying his hand on my head, "What's your name, darling?"

My eyes snap between the men, heart pounding in my chest as I try and make a plan. Where was Rick? Did they have him, too? Michonne? Carl?

Biting the inside of my lip, I shake my head, "Who are you?"

"Ah, shit.." the first guy sighs, "She don't even speak a lick of our tongue."

"That means we can't hear a 'no'," the same guy darkly jokes.

"Aye, Jae!" one of the men calls, "This your kind?"

Footsteps rush up the stairs, another guy my age showing up in the doorway with another one- maybe a bit older, behind him. He tilts his head, looking me over.

"She don't speak English?" he asks.

"Darling, you speak English?" Joe laughs, looking back to me.

"I speak my bat up your ass if you don't let me go," I glare.

"Yeah, that's not English," Jae laughs, "Sounds like mine. But, you guys know I'm not fluent, for fucks sake."

"Well, we'll just have to teach her," the first man says.

A loud crashing sound comes from the other room, gaining everyone's attention.

Rick.

My ears begin ringing- it was him. He was fighting back.

With my free arm, I knock my elbow into the first man's gut before drawing my fist against Joe's face. As they stumble back, I throw myself off the bed, grabbing my bat and holding it in front of me.

Even if they take me down, they weren't paying attention to Rick.

He could get out. he could find Michonne and Carl. They would be safe.

"All right now, girlie. Put the damn toothpick down," Joe says, wiping his lip.

Another sound of struggle from the other room.

"Go see what the hell that is!" Joe yells to his men.

Without a second thought, I swing to the man, hitting him in the stomach with the normal side.

"Hey!" another shouts, stopping his advances to Rick and rushing to me.

I push the bat outwards, hitting him with the point of the bat and knocking him to the ground.

"Fuck, she's got some fight in here," one of the men laughs.

"Idiot! Stop!" the one boy yells, catching me off guard.

With my eyes on him, he scoffs, shaking his head. Distracted, the first man takes advantage, knocking his arm against mine and sending my bat to the floor. Another man lurches forward, wrapping his hand on my throat and pinning me to the wall.

"Now, what that so hard?" Joe asks.

I slap at the man's arm, though it did no good. He wasn't adding pressure to where I couldn't breathe all the way, but due to the lingering sickly feeling- it was difficult anyway. He smiles sickly, his knee inching between my thighs as he moved closer.