Rustle
Rustle
"Maggie, is there anything sharp near you." (Y/n) made an effort to slide her arm through the duct tape, but that felt like being skinned alive so she quit.
"No... nothing is practical here." Maggie and (Y/n) were seated in a room together, while Glenn was in another room. They had to whisper to not grab any outsider's awareness.
"Hold up... let me try something." (Y/n) started wriggling and squirming, swaying the chair from left to right. After repeating this movement a couple more times, she eventually fell.
However... it didn't help.
(Y/n) remained on the floor dumbfounded, and it evolved to be more uncomfortable. Maggie would've cracked up if the situation wasn't serious.
"Are you okay?" Maggie peeked over to her right, earning an aggravated "Mhm." from (Y/n).
There was a sound of a door opening audible from Glenn's room. Hearing it made the two ladies tense up, hoping it was not troublesome.
(Y/n) examined the wall that singled out Glenn from them, attempting to shift closer but it was unthinkable with both legs and arms being taped to the chair.
"You don't even know why you're here," Merle spoke with a pissed tone, inducing mixed sensations and thoughts to go through (Y/n)'s head. Merle wouldn't injure her, but this offer doesn't fall for the others.
"I didn't mean you no harm, but you kept your guns lifted. You're at fault, not me." Merle tapped the sharp tip of his self-made hand on the table in front of Glenn.
Glenn didn't speak, break eye contact, or flinch. He was protecting himself, as well as his friends from this crooked man.
"Then why is (Y/n) here? She didn't raise a gun, or even look at you wrongfully. You took her good intentions for granted." Glenn's voice didn't hold any remorse, rather, he felt sick from Merle.
"Letting her go might cause more misfortune for this community. I don't know how many people you have, you might've doubled or even tripled. Likewise, I want to spend some time with her, ain't nothing wrong with that!" Merle sat on the table, looking down at Glenn who gritted his teeth.
"I don't have to answer you, how would I know you won't harm our people." Glenn's voice was oddly weighty, he would never give his friends away.
"You think I would abuse your people when my baby brother is one of them?" Merle clicked his tongue, hating that he is perceived as the nasty guy. Well, he might be the bad guy now, but they are the ones who initiated it.
"Your brother doesn't even ask about you anymore, you're nothing to him." Glenn shouldn't have said that, it led Merle to stand up and put his knife's flat side on Glenn's mouth.
The force that Merle used was agonizing, causing Glenn to grunt in despair. Glenn's head was slanted way back, any hasty motion can snap his neck.
"Merle!" (Y/n) couldn't tolerate her friend's distressed grunts, so acquiring the older Dixon's engagement would cease him from torturing Glenn temporarily.
"Someone is a bit talkative, I fancy that." Merle stopped, glancing at the wall which isolated them. Glenn's eyebrows crinkled as he instantly and roughly slammed his forehead with Merle's jaw. The blow was so brutal, Merle's mouth started oozing.
"Son of a bitch!" Merle pummeled Glenn, resulting in the other guy grunting in pain.
"Don't do anything to him, we did nothing!" (Y/n) attempted to wriggle out, which also meant the tape is painfully scratching against her skin.
