Secrets Untold. (Maggie x fem!reader)

Chapter 31: Kidnapped

My head was thumping, it felt like my entire body was spinning. My head felt heavy and hot and I felt a dried substance on my face, was it blood? My ears began to ring as they tuned into the sounds around me. I heard muffled yells, thumps, bangs and clatters...Then I remembered...Maggie...

My eyes shot open and I was greeted to a blinding light, immediately closing them again. I slowly tried prying my eyes open again, this time, adjusting to the light. My head felt like a rock, sinking to the bottom of the ocean as I tried to gather my bearings.

I was in a small room. Alone. I tried to move, but my hands were tied. The only exit was a thick wooden door, there were no windows at all and despite the light blinding me when I first awoke, I came to realise it was actually, quite dim.

I heard muffled grunts from the wall behind me. The walls appeared to be hollow. I heard crashing and thudding.
"Do you have a group!?" A man yelled.
"I already told you. We're alone." A female voice answered.
Then it clicked and I recognised it. It was Maggie.
"I know you're lyin'!" The man yelled.

I heard a loud thump and heard Maggie grunt in pain. They were hurting her. I clenched my fists and banged my head on the wall behind me.
"HEY, ASSHOLE. PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE." I called.

I heard them stop talking and then footsteps followed as well as the opening and closing of a door. It only took a few seconds for a man to appear in my doorway.
"Now, now, looky here, the tough bitch woke up." The man said.

He had short grey hair and only had one arm, his other arm was metal, completed with a knife prosthetic limb. He looked similar to Daryl. He walked closer to me and put his foot on the table in front of me, leaning on his knee and stroking his blade.

"Now, your little friend wasn't much help in there, so maybe you can give me a few answers, whaddya say, sugar tits?"
I looked up to him, staring into his eyes.
"Depends what you want to know now, doesn't it?" I said calmly.
I knew what he was trying to do, interrogate me, intimidate me, but this isn't my first time.

He laughed and took his foot down, opting to sit on the edge of the table.
"Now, let me ask you something, and you're gonna answer, or.."
He stabbed his arm into the table.
"Kapeesh?"
"Sure"
He smiled. He looked like he was enjoying this.

"You and you're little friend...you were on a supply run, right? So you have a group?"
I never took my eyes away.
"Sure, we have a group. Who doesn't nowadays?"
He nodded his head.
"But that's not what I want to know..."
"Then what?"
He leaned closer, pointing his knife at me.
"How many? And where?"
I smiled.
"Too many for you to handle."
He chuckled.
"Too many to handle.." He scoffed.

He laughed, looking away, then he suddenly lunged closer, the tip of the knife at my throat.
"I ain't playin' games, sweetheart. I will slit your pretty little throat."
He stoked the tip of the knife up and down my neck.
I simply smiled at him and leaned into the knife, puncturing myself slightly.
"But you won't, will you?"
I pressed my neck into the knife a little more and felt drops of blood trickle down my neck.
"You want answers. You need me alive for that, don't you?" I said sweetly.

He backed away, slightly in shock, but he soon regained his composure. He grinned and stroked a hair out of my face with his knife, leaving a scratch. He then leaned into my ear.
"We have two of you, sweetheart. We don't need two." He whispered.
He pulled away, but frowned when he saw I didn't react.

I leaned back in my chair lazily. This man may have wanted to kill me, but, if he was going to, he would have done it when I was knocked out. That meant they needed me alive, for the time being anyway.

"Sweetheart." I mocked and leaned closer.
"If you where going to kill me, you would have when I was out. So cut to the chase, what do you want?"
He grinned.
"You're a smart bitch ain't cha'? But I already told you. Group. How many and where?"
"Now, you know I won't answer that."
He chuckled then stroked his knife.
"Don't be so sure, darlin'."

He immediately stabbed my thigh without a second thought. I winced and gritted my teeth, but refused to scream. He kept the knife jammed in my leg and looked at me.
"How about now?" He asked as he wiggled and twisted the knife inside my leg.
In response I spat in his eyes.

This caused him to back off, ripping the knife out whilst doing so. I took a deep breath through my teeth, bearing the pain.
"Fucking bitch!" He spat, wiping his eyes.
He then punched me in the face, ripping my lip and making my mouth bleed. I spat the blood that was forming in my mouth out onto the floor, then looked up to him.
"We can do this dance all day, sweetheart. But you won't get anything from me."
"Got some balls, huh? Alright. Let's see how long you last..."

The man tortured me for a few hours, at least I think he did, it was hard to tell in a room with no windows or clock. Not to mention, five minutes of torture can feel like five hours.

He had left not too long ago in a rage, after a man had called him away. When he left his knuckles were bloody, as was his blade and I was left with multiple cuts and bruises, but, as long as he focused on me and not Maggie, I'd deal with it.

I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall behind me, my head making a soft thump.
"Y/n?" I heard a voice whisper.
"Maggie?"
"Yes" She answered.
Her voice sounded weak, like she had been crying.
"Did they hurt you? Are you okay?" I asked.
I heard a dry chuckle.
"Not as bad as you from, what I heard."
"That's good" I sighed.

There was a moment of silence, then I heard soft, quiet sobs.
"Maggie?" I called.
"You're so stupid...so, so, stupid."
"I-"
"Why did you call out to him? Piss him off?"
"To get him off you" I said softly.
She choked a sob.
"Do you have any idea...how painful it was, when I heard him hurt you? When I heard you in pain?"
"Yes...I do"
"Bullshit! You don't! You couldn't possibly understand what it's like!"

She began to rant, her voice began to raise and her sobs became slightly louder.
"You don't know, because you don't care for anyone. You always get yourself hurt, forgetting about those around you because...because you don't care that they care!" She whisper yelled.
"Maggie-"
"No! I don't want to hear it just-
"I do understand!" I interrupted.
"You don't!"
"I do! I care about you." I yelled.

She went silent and her sobs began to slowly stop.
"What?" She whispered.
I sighed and bit my lip.
"I care about you, a lot."
I took a deep breath.

"Those things I said to you...I didn't mean them. You were right, I was scared. I didn't want to admit it...I kept trying to push it down and bury it but...
Everytime I saw the group in pain...
Everytime I saw you in pain...it broke me. I was scared of losing them, losing you. I...the last time I cared for someone...they...they're not here anymore. And the next person...they left me for dead. I was scared all that would happen again."

For the first time in a long time, I began to cry. I had forgotten what it even felt like to feel tears stream down my cheeks.
"I was scared I'd get hurt, scared I'd lose you. Maggie...what I said before...when I said I couldn't bare losing you...that was the only thing I meant...really, it would break me. You were right when you said I was a coward..."

"I do understand, Maggie. Really, I do. You might hate to hear me in pain, but, I'd rather it be me than you...When I heard you being hurt...I..."
"Y/n.." She called softly.

I shook my head, trying to stop my tears.
"You made me feel happy, Maggie. For the first time in a long, long, time. The group, you, you're family, home. I'd do anything to protect that. I was wrong when I tried to run away. I was scared. I'm sorry Maggie. I'm sorry."

"Y/n..." She called softly.

My eyes slowly began to close, the blood and pain finally caught up to me, as well as my emotions. Maggie seemed to have said something but I couldn't hear clearly.

"Y/n?" Maggie called, her voice sounded worried.
"Sleepy" I whispered, then closed my eyes.

For the second time, two days in a row, everything went black...