Catch Fire | Daryl Dixon

GOVERNOR

TW // Sexual Assault

The man pushed open a door, gesturing for Merle and me to enter. As Merle shoved me into the room, I locked eyes with Maggie, who looked up at me with a mixture of concern and fear. Glenn was nowhere to be seen.

"Here you are, as promised," the man spoke, stalking into the room behind me. Merle closed the door with a decisive click, sealing us inside with the man who clearly held the power. I quickly moved to stand beside Maggie, my eyes never leaving the man who loomed before us.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, glancing down at Maggie. She nodded, but the sad smile on her face did little to mask her fear as she turned her attention back to the man.

"I want to talk to Glenn," Maggie demanded, her voice steady despite the dread in her eyes. The man shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I can't allow that."

The room instantly thickened with tension. Maggie's plea for Glenn was met with a cold refusal, the man revelling in the control he had over us. With each passing moment, the realization that our freedom was slipping away settled like a heavy weight on my chest.

"Your people are dangerous," the man continued, his voice dripping with accusation. "Handcuffed my man to a roof, forced him to amputate his own hand." He gestured toward the door, where I knew Merle was standing guard, his presence a silent threat. I glanced at Maggie, my mind racing. Had I misjudged her and Glenn? Was their group truly as dangerous as this man claimed?

"I don't know anything about that," Maggie insisted, her eyes darting between me and the man. His gaze bore down on us, cold and menacing, instilling a fear that clenched around my heart. A part of me considered distancing myself from Maggie, but something held me back. I couldn't betray her, not after everything. If she and Glenn had wanted to harm me, they had ample opportunity.

"Just tell us where they are, and we'll bring them here," the man continued, ignoring Maggie's denial.

She remained silent.

"You'll be safe, I promise."

More silence. The tension was suffocating, the man's patience wearing thin as his eyes narrowed dangerously. Despite his calm demeanour, fury simmered beneath the surface, a storm ready to break.

"No? Fine. Let's try something else." His voice dropped, the sinister edge cutting through the air like a blade. The muscles in his jaw clenched as he stalked toward Maggie, his presence radiating malevolence. I straightened instinctively, preparing to defend her.

"Merle!" he barked, and the door flew open immediately. "Make sure our new friend here doesn't try anything." He gestured toward me.

"Don't you dare touch me," I warned, backing away as Merle advanced.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be," the man growled, raising his gun in my direction. My heart sank, and I reluctantly let Merle grab my arms, pulling me close. He spun me around, his bladed prosthetic pressed against my neck.

"How's it feel, sugar?" Merle sneered in my ear. "Karma." He chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation. I ignored him, my focus locked on the man as he approached Maggie.

"Stand up, please," he ordered, his voice deceptively polite. But Maggie knew better, and so did I.

She didn't move.

"Stand up," he repeated, his tone darkening.

Reluctantly, Maggie stood, her posture tense.

"Take off your shirt," he commanded, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.