Lost | Daryl Dixon

42 - You Can't Escape Your Past

CW: SA/SH, abuse, rape threats.

Third Person POV

Glenn sat, blood on his face and sweat still dripping from his face as he remained tied in the chair, staring off to the side as Merle hovered above him. All three had been separated, Merle's orders. Easier to use fear on them that way.

And there was a special prize for that nurse bitch who had her cop husband threaten him over the painkillers.

"You don't even know why you're here, do you?" Merle cocked his head, looking over Glenn repeatedly. "I didn't mean you no harm. I lowered my gun... but you, you raised yours. You were an asshole out there, just like you were on that rooftop, back there in Atlanta. What y'all did? Leaving me up there? People wouldn't do that to an animal."

Glenn finally met Merle's eyes, anger replacing fear. "We went back for you."

"Ain't you thoughtful?" He mocked, towering over him.

"We did, all of us," Glenn leaned forward against his constraints. "Rick, Liz, Daryl, T-Dog."

Merle smirked at that, circling him, "Mm, T-Dog. Yeah, big ol' spear-chucker, the one I was pleading with," He came back to in front of him. "Mm-hmm, the one that dropped the key. Tell me where he's at. I'm sure T-Dog would like to bury the hatchet, let bygones be bygones."

"He didn't make it," Glenn's jaw clenched.

Merle lowered himself to eye-level. "Well, I hope he went slow," Glenn's eye twitched in anger, glaring at Merle. "Yeah. How about the rest, hmm? How about my baby brother? You can't tell me he's alive and then hold off on where he is." Glenn looked away, avoiding his eyes as Merle followed him, staying close. "No?" He pulled a little face, amused. "Well, maybe the farmer's daughter will help me out. That's the one you're fuckin', right? Tell me something... when she's scared and she's holding you close, and her trembling skin is close to you, her soft lips are touching you here, all over here, and over here... feels good, don't it?" Maggie began shaking, her room on the right of Glenns, holding back a sob as she knew what was being threatened. Elizabeth pushed against her restraints, trying to get to her knife, not found when they'd been taken, they hadn't felt it when they pat her down, spending too long doing that. "I remember you," Merle told Glenn, putting his blade against his chin. "Yeah. You're the sneaky one, the one with nerve. You don't scare easy, do you? I like that. Now... I wanna know where my brother is." He went around the back of him, holding the blade to his lips, pressing it hard against him, threatening to disfigure him as he groaned in horror.

Maggie shook more violently, crying openly now, terrified as to what they were doing to Glenn. She hadn't seen where they took Liz, had they already started hurting her the way they threatened Maggie?

"I wanna know where the sheriff is!" Merle's anger burst out more now, stepping back in front of Glenn. Glenn's eye twitched and he threw his head forward, headbutting Merle as he flinched back, pain shooting through his head. "Ah! God! Ah!" He slammed the table in front of him, blood dripping from his nose. "Yeah." He punched Glenn hard, as he gasped out. "Now, I wanna know where they're hiding, where your camp is, and I wanna know now. I wanna know now!" Every word, he hit harder, and harder. "Where the hell are they? Tell me!"

Elizabeth felt her eyes go glassy as she heard Glenn being beaten, struggling against her restraints as her wrists began bleeding from trying to get out.

Minuets passed, as she tried to get herself out; struggling as the punches slowly stopped.

She paused her attempts as a knock came at her door, she kept her head down, hiding herself as someone walked into her cell. "Lil doc, all the way out here," She threw her head to Merle, seeing fresh blood on his face. She would've smirked at Glenn managing to get a hit in whilst tied up, if the circumstances weren't so bad. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him, leering over her. "Now, where is my baby brother? I just want to see him, check how he's doing."