Penance (Book One): Daryl Dixon x Sage Wilson

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"If you let us go, we will return your people! Leave you alone!" I scream at the Mexican guy, his colleague besides him. Merle was back at the prison, making this an unfortunate situation. I didn't want to be back here, and I sure as hell didn't want to beg for my life. My wrists burn from the rope binding them as I squirm on my knees.

"It's too late for apologies." The guy says as he lifts his gun.

"Then what the hell do you want!" Daryl yells beside me.

"We want the prison. All of it. And the people included." The guy besides the Mexican says.

"You're fucking delusional," I laugh, looking up at the familiar concrete ceiling.

"You won't think that until we start to pick off your little group one, by one.." the Mexican puts the bottom of the gun under my chin, lifting it up to look at him.

"Leave her alone!" Daryl spits. "I'm going to fucking kill you, and when I do you'll be begging for mercy."

The Mexican guy exchanges looks with the man next to him, laughing.

I look to Daryl, feeling my head ache from the blow. His eyes find mine, swollen and angry. I nod to him, trying to tell him to go along with it the best he could given the circumstances.

"I think the boss needs a few words," the man says. The other opens the door, smirking and showcasing the tall and suited figure of the Governor himself. Eye patch and all, he still was the most vile person on this planet. One I wanted to stab 200 times in the throat just for good measures. The way he looked at me the night he tried to have Daryl and I fight to the death; this man was the definition of evil.

"Well hello," he folds his hands over his hips, a smirk playing on his thin and gross lips. "It's nice to see you here again, Sage."

"Wish I could say the same, Asshole." I spit.

"You know what?" He points to me, walking forwards. "I've always liked you. You've always had this..." he leans over the table, looking down at my cleavage which came out from my shirt. "Spunk to you."

"Fuck you." I hiss. I see Daryl tense up beside me, gritting his teeth and probably holding back words he shouldn't say.

The Governor sighs, straightens his posture, then turns to his men behind him. "Grab him, restrain him in the corner. He can watch."

He can watch? I look panicked to Daryl, who begins to start squirming as the two men take a tight hold on him. I stare at the Governor, feeling my chest sink in and stab my insides. Was he going to do the same thing to me as he did Michonne?

The Governor's hand reaches out, sliding down my tank top strap to the middle of my arm. I feel my body freeze, unable to move. I've been in this position before, with Mickey. With my father. Too many times to count, I should say.

"You're not touching her!" Daryl yells. I look to him as he swings his whole body into the men but he's unable to do much.

I close my eyes, swallowing what felt like acid.

"You know, a body like yours?" I hear his footsteps advance towards me, and his voice projects directly behind me. "Can truly go a long way," a hot breath whispers in my ear, traveling down my neck and making my convulse in my own skin.

I open my eyes, unable to stare anywhere else except for Daryl who looks at the Governor pure anger. Vengefulness. While the men beside him smirk as they watch me get humiliated. Taken advantage of.

I hear fabric slowly rip, my heart beginning to beat faster. The tank top drops from my body, showing nothing but my bra.

I suddenly feel a harsh hand push down on my head, the right side of my cheek slamming against the wooden table. I let out a cry, a sob. A painful one, one of past experiences.

"Stop!" I hear Daryl yell as he struggles against the men.

"Please, don't," I plead in between sobs. I feel the vile hand travel down my spine, then around to my neck, then to my chest. I feel the hand grab at my breast from outside of my bra, slowly going in. I feel my pants slide down from my thighs, my underwear giving me little to no coverage.

"You're one lucky man, Daryl!" The Governor laughs. "Your brother sure was right, she's a catch."

Then, I feel the bra drop. His hands explore my body, making my whole body freeze as I let our cries of a past life.

I muffled everything. The laughs, Daryl's screams, the comments being made on the side.
I feel the hands release from my body, and I remain face down on the table unable to stare at anything else besides the wall. Unable to feel anything except for numbness and the acidic tears that rolling down my face. The wood on my cheek.

I feel the presences leave the room as I hear the door shut. I wanted to move, I just couldn't. I hear rapid footsteps run to me, a panicked cursing.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," Hands grab my wrists, untying the binds that rubbed my wrists raw. I bring my arms up around to my chest, covering my cleavage, unable to do anything else. I couldn't operate, I felt as though I was broken.

An embrace pulls my body back gently but firmly, and I feel my body collapse into the arms of a familiar figure. I knew it was Daryl. Just from the way he was breathing and the way he touched me. But all I could do was stare at the wall as tears silently fall down my face, my arms still covering my exposed body.

"I'm here, I'm here," Daryl's voice muffles into my hair.

Arms wrap themselves around me, a heavy silence surrounding the room. And I could only think of one thing.

We needed to fucking kill the Governor.