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I do as he says, and then he speaks again. "Take off your shirt." He orders me, and I snort.

"Suck a dick." Is all I respond with, and he keeps a straight face.

"Take your shirt off." He orders me. The aggression in his voice is terrifyingly similar to my mother's was. "Now!" He bangs his hand on the table loudly, making me flinch.

So I do as he says. I feel exposed in just my bra, the scars in my stomach and arms still clearly visible.he takes a few moments to admire my body before telling me to remove my bra.

My bottom lip trembles slightly as I do as he says. Immediately, I use my hands to cover my nipples and breasts. When he gets up, I almost have a heart attack. he slowly removes my hands while a tear rolls down my cheek. They're quickly replaced with his, which he then uses to caress my breasts. I hate it. I hate every moment of it.

He then pulls my trousers down. His cold hands feel alien touching me all over. Then he pulls down my underwear.

"No. Get off of me." Is all up say, struggling when he holds me pressed up against him.

He grabs my hair and pushes me down the table, bending me over and unbuckling his belt.

"Go to hell." Is all I say when he rapes me. My crying echoes around the room, and he can't care less. I'm another attractive teenager to men like him. It doesn't matter what I say or do.

I feel humiliated when he sits me back down. I am completely naked with just underwear on my bottom half.

"Put your pants back on." His orders scarred me every time. They're worded with such hatred deep in his tone.

I pull my trousers back up and attempt to put my shirt back on when he slaps me harshly across the cheek.

"I'm keeping that for later." Is all he needs to say, and he does.

Then he ties me back up and sits me down again like nothing happened.

"You just had to tell me where your camp is." He smiles childishly at me, not a hint of pity in his tone. I know that he enjoyed that very much so.

"Let's go take a visit to your friend, huh?" He asks me, flashing his teeth in a smile.

"If he's dead, so help me, I will kill you." I tell him, and he smiles.

"Well then, it's my lucky day."

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Entering the room is hell. Nor knowing if my friend is on the other side of the door or a monster is giving me hell.

I walk into the room, Glenn's glare immediately meeting mine.

Glenn is holding a piece of sharp, broken wood and ready to kill them with it until they tell him not to. That's when he sees me just in my trousers with nothing on my top half. The simple relief of him being alive comforts me and makes me want to cry.

Seeing his face makes a tear rolls down my cheek. One of his eyes is swollen, and blood is surrounding His mouth. He's been properly beaten up.

"Now I'm done with games." The brown haired man tells us, pointing his gun directly at my head.

Glenn doesn't give up the answer that they're looking for. Thank god. I'm not in the slightest upset. I'm glad that my life wasn't traded for so many others.

But then he points the gun at Glenn's head and cocks it confidently.

"Please." My bottom lip trembles and I give in. "The prison."

"The one near munez? That's overrun. There's no way." Merle argues.

"We took it back. We fought. Please believe me. Please." I beg for Glenn's life, Glenn standing and looking a5 me with pity.

"How many are you?" The man that raped me asks.

"I don't know ten to fifteen." I plead for Glenn's life, and, eventually, the man lowers the gun only to walk towards me.

He caresses my cheek and strokes my hair, muttering sweet nothings into my hear as I begin to whimper.

He pulls me into a hug, my top half still naked. I resist for a few moments before giving in, his head sitting on top of mine.

He sees that Glenn isn't giving in, no matter how much he wants to, and let's me go. I immediately run into Glenn's arms, still covering my boobs and he wraps his arms around me in the most pure way a friend possibly can.

I cry into his shoulder, letting the tears run freely as his hand strokes my hair slightly, comforting me. True comforting.

They leave the room, and I begin to sob.

"Did he.. did he rape you?" Glenn asks with a seriousness in his tone.

"Yeah." I cry, and he shushes Me.

"It's okay. They'll be coming for us. They're coming." He tells me, but I know that he isn't one hundred per cent certain.

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After around half an hour, glenn and i are sitting on the floor in the corner. He gave me his shirt a while ago, and I couldn't be more grateful.

Glenn suddenly gets up, everything being said that could be, and walks toward the dead walker on the floor. He starts to tear the thing apart with his bare hands, grabbing the arm and ripping it off the body.

I stand up as well, walking towards him.

"Glenn, what're you..?" I start to ask, but then he pulls the bone out of the arms with a groan, handing it to me.

"It's sharp enough. Like a knife." He says and I smile ever so slightly.

"Glenn, mate, you're a fucking genius." Is all i say and then we just wait for the next people to come along so that we can escape.

It's only ten or fifteen more minutes until they come and immediately, as soon as they open the door, we run out, me stabbing one of them with the bone while Glenn attempts to beat up merle.

But Glenn is too injured, and soon he has a k idea to his throat.

I grap the gun of the man I've just killed and point it at my uncle.

"Let him go!" I yell, and my uncle smirks up at me.

"A proper dixon." He pauses, expecting me to say something. "Okay..." But then more people rush in and merle Grabs the gun, screaming at me like I'm a four year who doesn't know how to tie her laces again.

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"Glad we could catch up." Merle, my own uncle, puts a cloth bag over my head. And Glenn smiles sadly at me.

"Just look at me, okay?" He tries to comfort me while I'm crying, and I nod sadly. That's when we hear it. A loud bang sounding out in the corridor.

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A/N:
Uncle merle...