Without A Voice

Chapter 19: Torture

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~Jane's POV~

I watched Daryl as he beat the hell out of the kid. He could be scary when he wanted to. Rick let me go with him to make sure Daryl didn't go too far. The group needed to know what he knew and we couldn't do that if the guy was dead.

"I told you..." Randall proclaimed.

Daryl shook his head in frustration, "You ain't told me shit!"

"I barely knew those guys. I met them on the road."

"How many in your group?" He knelt down to his level.

Randall begged, "No, no, no." As Daryl took out his knife.

"How many?" He repeated himself.

"Thirty. Thirty guys."

"Where?"

The kid hesitated to answer so Daryl pulled him to his feet. That convinced him, "I don't know. I swear. We were never in any place more than a night."

I watched with a blank stare as Daryl just kept going. Threatening the kid over and over. Hitting him over and over. But then he stopped, just staring at the kid with squinted eyes as he told him a story.

"One night we found this little campsite. A man and his two daughters. Teenagers, you know? Real young. Real cute." He hesitated, "Their daddy had to watch while these guys...And they didnt even kill him afterwards. They just made him watch as his daughters..."

Daryl wiped the blood off his knife and onto his jeans. I could see the anger in his eyes.

"No, but I didnt touch those girls."

He charged at him and I knew what he was planning to do.

"No! I swear I didn't!" Randall squealed as Daryl was marched towards him. He punched him over and over. He wasn't slowing down.

I ran over and stopped him, shoving him away before he could kill him, "Stop. That's enough."

Suddenly Randall said something that caught Daryl's attention.

"You're her. Your deaf girl Dave was talking about. The one who killed his friend."

Daryl looked at me then back at him, "You know her?"

I just looked at him in disbelief. The guy Rick shot was the one who attacked me in the forest?

"No. I mean, I just remember Dave coming back from smoking real mad. He was covered in blood and had a lump on his head for a week. Said some deaf girl went crazy and killed Stewart." He looked at me, "Went back to get your top after they didn't believe him. Stewart's head was nearly off his body when they-"

Daryl stopped him by punching him in the face. I stood there as blood dripped from his nose. He was out cold. I unconsciously put a hand on my throat as I headed outside, Daryl following close behind. We headed towards Rick and some of the others.

"Boy there's got a gang, thirty men. Got heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead." He looked over towards me then at Carol, "And our women, they're gonna wish they were."

A knot formed in my stomach as I recalled that day. Stumbling upon the men thinking they could help me somehow. Being pushed to the ground barely able to breathe. The air hitting my skin as my shirt was torn off. Hands on my neck squeezing the life out of me. My bra I haven't worn since then. Its strap was broken.

Carol looked at his bloody knuckles, "What did you do?"

"Had a little chat." He glanced at the barn.

Rick shook his head, "No one goes near this guy."