A/N: Bare with me a moment everyone! I'm rewriting the last few chapters as I didn't entirely like how I wrote them! Don't worry, they're not being rewritten entirely, but there will be big changes, hence why I have unpublished then for the time being whilst I work on them!
I promise it'll be worth it though!
And I'm going to do it as fast as I can so all the chapters are back up and ready to read again!
I'm sorry for the inconvenience! But I promise it'll be worth it story wise! As always:
WARNING: There will be mentions of torture and hints/mentions of PTSD, or topics that may be sensitive to some! If anything in this chapter bothers you, please skip it and read the next chapter! I love you all and stay safe! <33
-Now, Back to the story-
I groaned as I shook off my sleepiness and glared at Merle, who gave me a smug look in return. Once he saw I was awake, he closed the door and placed a small box he was holdings onto the table in front of me.
He opened the box and began to rummage around it's contents, looking back at me every few seconds before continuing and laying things out on the table.
At first, I thought he was getting tools out to torture me, since I couldn't see what was inside the box, as his body blocked my view. However, once he turned back to me with a bottle of alcohol and rags in his hand, I knew that wasn't the case.
It seemed like he was here to patch me up..at least..that's what it looked like...
He placed the alcohol and rags beside me, then dragged a chair next to me and sat by my side, before grabbing the alcohol and rags again.
I watched him as he poured the alcohol onto the rags.
"Changing tactics?" I asked.
He chuckled, then roughly dabbed the soaked rag on the nubs of my missing fingers, making me hiss.
"Naw, more like..changed plans."
I took in a deep breath as the alcohol burned into my wound.
"Oh? Taking me up on my offer?"
I narrowed my eyes as I turned to face him.
"Or has the Governor finally grown a brain?"
Merle smirked and pulled the rags away, then pointed his blade to my chin.
"Why'd you think I'm 'ere?"
I scanned him up and down.
"Your brother, obviously."
Merle smirked and nodded, pulling his blade away.
"Tha's right."
He moved on to my next wound and began to clean it.
"Governor don' want ya patched up. Wants ya to be tortured till ya beg fer death."
He paused and looked me in the eyes.
"But I ain't gon' let that happen, least fer now."
"Cause I have something you want, right?"
He smirked and nodded.
"Clever girl."
He continued to clean my wounds.
"Ya know where ma baby brother is..."
He paused again for a moment and looked me dead in my eye.
"Now, I don' give a damn if ya die. If I didn't have te, I wouldn' even waste ma time on ya."
"The feeling is mutual, Dixon."
He paused cleaning my wounds again, placing the rag and alchol on the table. He then turned to me with a smug look on his face and pointed his blade at me once again.
"I ain't keen on helpin' ya, but yer useful fer the time being, so ol' Merle will help ya out a little."
I gave him an amused look as I scanned his expression.
"Seems like you've grown a brain. Congratulations."
He smirked and pulled his knife away.
"Yer a tough bitch, I'll give ya tha'. Only thing keepin' ya from yer brains gettin' blown out."
"Well, most people tend to like keeping their insides...inside, don't they?"
He snorted.
"Sure they do. But those without guts are te ones te get 'em ripped out."
"You'd best keep an eye out then. Beating on a defenless woman doesn't exactly do you any favours..."
He scowled at me and let out a low grumble.
"I ain't no coward, girly."
I smiled at him.
"Never said you were."
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