ELEANOR . NEGAN

055.

hey guys, i listed the trigger warnings at the start but i know some people forget (i fucking forgot) but this chapter involves: SA (mild form but SA is SA and should always be reported no matter!) and prostitution? Kind of? its like that senator joke tony stark made in iron man 2. idk elle uses her body because shes pretty and confident. also there is a lot of mention about genitals and sex and mutilation to those parts, idk elle goes crazy when she's the interrogator .

Carol royally fucked up and Eleanor couldn't be assed to deal with it, but yet again, that wasn't her call anymore. She begged to be involved, and now she is, and she just wished she stayed uninvolved and stuck with the woods instead.

Too late now, way too late.

She was sat inside the cell, sitting down on a wooden stool with her hands draped in front of her open legs. She never wavered her eyes away from the captured skin, not once, if anything she kept her powerful gaze on the man and waited for him to crack. It took time, it always took time.

She wished it was Negan.

Carol tried with the nicety trick, showing off their made goods consisting of jams and foods, but he didn't want to talk. So she stopped.

Now, she was being hovered with Gabriel, Carol and Daryl, the three people also staring at the man with sinister glares. After the skin spat his food out at Carol, they realised he was seconds away from being even more hostile, so apparently that meant Eleanor needed protection.

"You guys are fucking weird, you know that?" Elle said, her words clear and proud while she twisted the tip of her knife against her own finger pad. The whisperer looked at the blade and forced a gulp, a clear sign of recognition beyond his irises. If only the woman knew she shared weapons with a man Negan currently hates.

Eleanor predatorily stood up and walked over. "I know people, I do. Says you are the proud loyalist for your uh, guardians." Elle flipped her knife in her hand with clear practice and skill, the blade now used as the handle and vice versa. "Where is it?"

"It?"

Elle smirked before she pressed the butt of her knife in the patched up knife wound by his armpit. Instantly, blood spilled down his arm and the man yelled in pure hot seething pain. A sick grin placed itself on Eleanor's face, and she twisted the handle.

"Elle-" Gabe spoke up, but Daryl shushed him while Carol stepped to be beside Eleanor.

"Tell me where the horde is."

His groans were loud and pained, but then he let out an unusual laughter and his groans were replaced with moans. Loud adultered moans. Her face screwed up in disgust and she pulled back faster than ever. "I would fuck you as if you're a bitch in heat... and God you'd beg for me to stop." He leaned forward and grinned. "But I wouldn't."

In times like this where sex is a luxury and not a need, men take it as if it's a fruit from a tree. Consent there or not, they take it raw and forcefully. Eleanor was used to the assault and the names and forced touches, used to it before, used to it now. But it always made her stop and stare with utter disgust.

Carol on the other hand could see how it affected Eleanor. The woman was tense and almost looked like she curled in on herself, and she felt horrible that Elle had to feel that way.

Carol pulled out her silver wedding band and placed it on her finger. She then stared at the skin, gaining his attention, before she threw her hand across his face in a bone-cracking punch. She didn't stop until Daryl pulled her back and Eleanor gained her composure.

The Welsh woman twisted her head at the injured man before she spun around and looked at Daryl. The two were close so no one questioned it when she waltzed forward and slipped his knife out of his holder, Daryl's knife in her right and her own in her left.

"I know what you're thinking, handsome." Elle cleared her throat and sat back down on the stool. She had an idea, and it was sick and twisted but a good idea. "I get it... you're horny, happens to the best of us." Daryl's face screwed up in shock (same as Gabriel's) when she bit her lip seductively and trailed the tip of the knife up her thigh, slowly opening her legs for the man. "Touch." She whispered, "I know you want to."

The skin didn't bother to look up at the rest of the surrounded people, he didn't care. His privacy levels left when he resorted to playing dress-up with walkers. Nonetheless, his oily and dirty hands reached forwards, palm hovering over the wooden stool as his fingertips reached for her crowned jewels, and just before he made contact, Elle slammed the blade of Daryl's knife through the centre of his hand.

The skin pulsated in pain and not once did he think about moaning to it. The hard-on he got from just the way Elle looked was gone and he couldn't move since her mighty force stuck the blade through the wooden stool.

With her other knife, she caught the underside of his chin and lifted it up so they were staring at each other. "Respectful man behind me would never ever do such thing to me. Or any girl... for that matter. But you know what he does like doing?" Elle trailed the knife down his shoulder, along his wound and down his arm, before stopping at his knuckles. "Cutting those grabby unwanted fingers off."

"You're weak-"

"And you know that woman who just punched you? She likes doing something similar." Elle trailed the knife once again across his skin, but this time going upwards along his jaw and stopping at his lips. "Cuts the tongues off those who can't keep their trap shut."

"Stop-"

"But me? Personally?" Elle let out a sour and haunting chuckle and it sent a chill rolling down the Skin's back. "I gotta stop them, you know?" She trailed the knife down his neck, along his chest, going further and further before stopping at his hips. "I hit them where it really hurts." Just like before, she flipped the knife before jabbing the handle straight into the man's cock and balls.

Gabriel shuddered, Daryl looked away and Carol stood there with a proud smirk. Even though Daryl and Gabriel would never ever think of doing such demeaning and unmanned thing to a woman, they were still shit scared of Eleanor.

The skin curled up in pain while he let out a blood-curdling scream. Elle took a step back and gave him a moment, or rather gave an opening for Daryl to grab the Skin's free hand and force it against the wall.

"I would-" He hissed at the searing pain that still hasn't passed. "I would never betray Alpha. She rescued me. She protects me," hold the fuck on. "She loves me." Oh, my God. "She sacrificed her own daughter for us." And there was the final piece.

Eleanor tried to hide her pleased face that they managed to get somewhere. And all it took was a knife through his hand, pussy. Carol stepped forward and grabbed his attention. "She killed Lydia?"

The man twisted his head with a hazy look. "She did. And I am willing to give my life for her."

she is badass, she is the moment? she is sexy.
i love her.

but k fucking hate the next chapter cos it's so hard to incorporate elle into it FFS