The sack over your face was irritating and caused you to become lightheaded as you bounced around in the back of one of the trucks. Being jostled around caused your fight or flight to trigger which made you feel worse. The tires came to a screeching halt as commotion around you began. It sounded like a gate was being opened as the truck lurched forward. "Ah-!" You yelled as the seat in front connected with your face. "You sure ain't no ballerina, are you?" A man's voice teased. You chose to remain quiet as the truck turned off and a swift pair of arms swung you off the seat and outside. There wasn't a reason to fight, you knew it was futile.
You were bumped and shoved down a long hall before being forced into a very uncomfortable chair. "Now, you're going to sit here until we get what we need out of you. Then, maybe you'll be let go, okay?" The same voice came from behind you. He pulled the restraints on your wrist tighter around the back of the chair before taking a step back to look at his handiwork. "Is she ready?" Another voice came from the doorway. "I'd say so." Footsteps led away from you to another part of the room before the door slammed shut with an echo. You tugged at the restraints, but they didn't give. "Great. I just had to see where they were going." Tears began to slip from your eyes.
Was this the end?
YOU ARE READING
Merle Dixon x Reader
TerrorWhat happens when the reader is taken hostage by the Governor and his accomplices? Will Merle save his past lover or will he keep his loyalty to the Governor?
