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IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE MERLE WENT TO MORE EXTREME LENGTHS TO GET GLENN TO TALK. "Your quite a big meal for this fella, I'mma give you one more chance to tell me where your group is." Samantha could hear the walker groan as it tried to get to Glenn.
She prayed nothing would happen to him, "No, okay." She heard the door close and heard Glenn's chair fall. She knew her chair was too thick to break. She heard the noises as Glenn fought for his life. Soon she heard the walker's body fall to the floor. She sighed in relief, Glenn had grown, he had grown in a good way.
Samantha looked up when she heard the door open. It wasn't her father like she thought it would be. He walked closer and closer and he pulled a knife from his pocket. 'Real scary,' she thought. She couldn't speak due to the duct tape on her mouth.
He walked towards her slowly and she rolled her eyes annoyed, he pulled the duct tape off. "Real scary, sooo intimidating." She rolled her eyes annoyed at how he tried to be scary. He leaned behind her cutting the duct tape on her wrists. "That was a bad idea," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
"I have a knife," he said threateningly. "And I'm not afraid of death, which is scarier?" She questioned. He sat in the seat across from her. "We'll take you back to your people explain this is all just a misunderstanding."
"I don't think it is. See, my father is here, the man I'm gonna kill. You can let Glenn go, they will miss him. But I'm not leaving." Her tone was deadly and he admired that. "Okay, you tell us where they are and we'll drive him there." She knew Glenn was listening. "Oh, that's it? Okay, you drive straight take a left turn, then drive straight until you reach a hill, and you shove it up your ass." She gave him a smile.
"Your people are dangerous." He said, "Oh your mistaken, I'm dangerous, I'm the one you should fear." He nodded and pulled something out of his pocket. He set it on the table allowing her to see it. Her eyes closed as she tried to calm down her anger. "You handcuffed my man to a roof, made him amputate his own hand."
"I wasn't there dipshit! I was running from my own herd, I literally jumped off a building and landed on Daryl. After they checked to see if he was there." She rolled her eyes. "You just tell us where they are and we'll bring them here." His voice was calm and steady, "I'm sorry if I've given you the wrong impression, I couldn't give two shits about what you want from me. Do what you please to me, I will never tell you." He nodded again and it made her even angrier.
"Let's try something else, stand up please." She rolled her eyes again, "I'm not playing Simon says with you." He stood up and walked towards her. "Stand up," she sighed before doing so. "Take off your shirt," she laughed. "I'm not attracted to men who look like they were just divorced." She smiled. He walked closer.
"Take off your shirt," he said each word like it was its own sentence. "No," he walked closer. "I'm so scared." She faked fear in her voice. "Take off your shirt or I'll bring Glenn's hand in here." She squinted her eyes at him. "Fine," she exhaled and pulled her shirt over her head. She gripped the fabric in her hand. "Go on," he wanted her to keep going.
