Jaycee leaned her head against the cold walls of the dark and damp cell she was locked in. Unfortunately for herself and Sasha, they got caught.
They had taken a lot of Saviours down until they were caught by Simon and a lot of saviours. And now, they were in separate cells, waiting for their death.
Jaycee rubbed the rope against the wall, trying to break the rope down when the door to her cell was opened.
She narrowed her eyes as the light shined in, a shadow blocking the light as Jaycee looked up, eyes narrowed to see a man. "Hey there, you okay?" The man asked
"Yeah, obviously. It's like y'all gave me the best room in this tip." Jaycee said sarcastically, tilting her head. If she was gonna die, hell, she wasn't going to beg for forgiveness. "But, some water sounds nice."
The man looked out for a minute before walking into the cell, crouching down in front of Jaycee. "I should introduce myself." The man said as Jaycee frowned. "I'm David. I wonder if you remember me from last night. Do you?."
"Sorry, I spoke to a lot of different people last night, and shot some others. Your face ain't that rememberable." Jaycee pulled a sympathetic look as the man looked down at his hand. "No I don't remember you."
He let out a sigh as he held his hands. "Well, I can forgive that. Last night was kind of a shitstorm. I was the guy that gave the rope to the guys that tied you and your little friend up. I always keep some close. There's just all kinds of fun and interesting things you can do with rope." He said as he raised his hand and lowered it down on Jaycee's arm.
Jaycee grimaced at the touch, her blood boiling as the room suddenly got too hot. "God, you're pretty." He said to her as Jaycee's facade broke slightly, her eyes following his hand, that went down to her chest.
The man pulled his hand away as he looked over his shoulder, then back at Jaycee, who bit down hard on her tongue, fighting against her own body. She would not show that she was weak or petrified of what this man would or could do to her. This scenario had happened before, with the governor. When herself, Glenn and Maggie had gone out to find things for Judith.
"If I gave you some water, which is not something I'm supposed to do, will you do something for me?" The man asked her as he raised his hand back on Jaycee's body, the woman squeezing her eyes shut. She would rather have to go through this, if that meant Sasha didn't have to go through this. "Something you're not supposed to do?" He grabbed the collar of her shirt, Jaycee's body filling up with anxiety. "Will you?" Jaycee didn't reply, making the man rip her T-shirt—roughly.
