succumb - glenn rhee

[FORTY-TWO] prisoner

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO // PRISONER
"glenn..?"

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Elizabeth trembled as she clutched her legs to her knees, one of her arms wrapped around her abdomen as she attempted to breath through the pain. Her mind was in pain as she thought of what the Governor had said to her. Were they truly dead? Or was he just playing another one of his cruel games?

Her niece could be dead. Her friend dead as well. Andrea was sleeping with the enemy. She had no one left. Absolutely no one. She gulped as she heard the person in the room beside her scream in agony as a thud sounded from the wall. It was no doubt a male's voice, most likely that of a man who also tried to escape from Woodbury.

Her breathing came to a halt as her door opened, revealing the Governor once more. She attempted to push herself closer to the wall. No longer wanting to appear as strong. She was weak, broken, and alone.

"How's your attitude doing, darlin'?" He chuckled, walking over to her and grabbing her by the arm, forcing her to stand up. The man pushed her towards the table, standing behind her as he pulled his gun out, pressing it into her back before walking around to the front of her.

"Why don't you take that jacket off? Shirt too." He ordered with a sigh.

"No.. I won't do it." She responded, wanting to at least feel a sense of dignity if she were to be killed in that second.

He aimed the gun higher, lining it up in between her eyes. "What if I were to say that was someone you.. know in there. Do it or he dies."

Liz gulped as tears grew in her eyes, slowly taking off her brown jacket. She attempted to place it down on the table before it was ripped out of her hands and thrown across the room. "Go on, keep going."

She sighed as a tear fell down her cheek, reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt. The bruises from his previous abuse were present around her belly button as she pulled the shirt off. "That's it, good.. good. Now the bra."

"No.. no, please. Don't make me-"

"Now!" He screamed, watching with a satisfied smile as she flinched.

A sob escaped her as she reached behind herself, grabbing a hold of the clasp. She grabbed ahold of the straps, slowly pulling it off her arms. Her arms quickly moved in front of her chest, trying to shield herself.

He sighed happily as he looked her figure before standing, moving to stand behind her again. The man pulled off his belt placing it on the table in her view. She flinched as she felt his hands on her body, pushing her arms down as he rested both of his hands on her shoulders. Rubbing small circles before grabbing ahold of the back of her neck, slamming her fact first down on the table.

A loud thud sounded as her lip busted and her nose began to bleed once more. He angled his body directly behind her, lining his hips up with hers. The man ran a hand down her back, running his finger up and down her scar. "What's this from? And remember the consequences, little lady."

"I had surgery when I was younger." She answered quickly in fear.

"Hmm.. interesting. And what's this?" The Governor spoke again, rubbing the barrel of the gun against a scrap of fabric that was wrapped around her wrist.

It was a dark blue with a white and red floral print, a scrap from the shirt that previously had belonged to her father. With what occurred in their days running and hiding for months on end, the shirt become destroyed. She refused to be completely rid of the last thing she had of her father, so instead she took took a piece to forever have with her.