Rarl one-shots.

4|Kidnapping.

Carl rubs his hands together again, trying to cut the ropes around his wrists.

When the burning on his skin becomes unbearable, he stops and growls in annoyance.

He had argued with his father and ran away from Alexandria, as a result, some guys caught him on the highway and kidnapped him.

He was alone now, unarmed and scared, begging not to be killed or something worse.

When his kidnappers enter, there are only three people. The two who took it and a boy about his age.

Carl is embarrassed to say that the boy was cute, because he was on the enemy side and had a rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Do you like our new toy? We found it alone on the road. Just like you."

The man laughs and kneels in front of Carl, patting him on the cheek.

"Well, what do you say you have a little fun with him?"

The boy glances at Carl and then at the man who was still laughing.

"No, I have to keep watch tonight, right? If I do this, then I'll be too tired and he can run away. I don't want some preschool brat to kill me." The boy rolls his eyes and leans against a wall, arms crossed. "I'll do it tomorrow, when the responsibility of taking care of him is someone else's. You want to see how I fuck him, I don't want to be exhausted to make sure he doesn't kill us while you sleep."

"It's the end of the world and one of these days, I'll make you do it. You know it very well, you owe us, but for being so obedient, I'll let you go. The third time's the charm, remember that."

Both men leave the room and the boy sits across from Carl, sighing.

"Man, this is so exhausting. We're not in a porn video, I'm not going to fuck anyone because they have fetishes for it."

Carl thinks he's just telling him that to keep him calm, which is a relief, because he was hearing his heart beating too hard. Still, he doesn't discount the fact that he can lie.

"It's going to be a long night," he sighs. "I know you don't trust me, but if you want to sleep, you can. I'm not going to kill you in your sleep, I promise."

Carl glares at him and relaxes a bit more against the cool wall behind him.

"I'm Ron, you don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to."

Ron doesn't speak again for a long time, he only leaves the room once to go to the bathroom and he had even locked the door when he did. He back in less than ten minutes.

Carl doesn't know what time it was, but he was sure that it was very late, his body said, tired.

Carl remembers his eyes closing and when he wakes up, Ron was in front of him playing with his watch.

"It's four in the morning. You slept for three hours." Ron says, getting up from his spot to go over to him, his rifle and machete out of reach. "I'm glad you woke up, I had to talk to you."

Carl raises an eyebrow and snorts. Ron smiles.

"I can get you out of here."

Carl looks at him suspiciously, why so suddenly? Still, Carl has a little hope that he's telling the truth, he doesn't want the other idiots to come back.

"Your only option here is to do as I tell you and trust me. If you don't come, then they will come and do horrible things to you. They won't kill you, at least not until they play with you and spill the last drop of blood on you? What do you say?"