Bring Me Out of Darkness

Chapter Seven

(Warning: contains hint of attempted rape)
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I wondered away from where the group had set camp, needing to find a place to use the bathroom where I couldn't be seen. It was dark, but I moved quietly as I listened for walkers, being mindful of my surroundings.

I leaned against a tree as I did what I came to do quickly, and stood pulling my shorts up after I finished. I started to head back, but a hand covered my mouth as the unknown figure pulled me back, muffling my scream.

"You scream for help and I'll slit your throat." the voice threatened with a hiss, and I instantly recognized it as Len's. He spun me around and slammed me against the tree, and I gasped out as the air left my lungs.

He kissed at my neck while I squirmed in protest, letting out a small whimper. Only Daryl could do what he was trying to accomplish, and I was going to do whatever it took to keep it that way.

"D- Daryl already claimed me. You can't-" Len chuckled darkly, grinding against me hard. "And where is he now, darlin'? He ain't coming to save you."

He bit down on my neck and I yelped, crying out as I tried to push him off, but only earned a hard slap across my cheek. The spot where he hit stung, and I knew it would bruise from the force. I was dizzy now, trying to stay focused.

I remembered the last time this happened, the night my brother died. I was just as useless then as I was now, and a part of me wished he would just hurry and finish.

He forced his tongue into my mouth, and I gagged at the disgusting taste he gave me closing my eyes. He ripped my shirt open in on swift move and I quickly covered my chest. I bit his tongue and he growled pulling back, slapping me harder. "Stop! Help!" I cried out no longer caring if he killed me.

I heard him yelp as he was yanked away and thrown to the ground, and when I opened my eyes I found Daryl punching him relentlessly as Joe and the others watched on. Joe looked to me, before grasping Daryl's shoulder.

"Alright, Daryl. We'll finish this, go take care of your girl." he instructed, and Daryl turned to me quickly. He looked at my shirt and pulled off his vest, coming over to me.

He helped me put it on, "What were ye thinking? Goin' off on yer own like that?" he asked, and I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I had to use the bathroom. I'm sorry Daryl, I-"

"How far did he get? Did...did he rape ye?" I shook my head quickly trying to breathe. "No...almost, but he didn't get far before you came." I heard the soft whimper that escaped his lips, and looked over at the others as they continued what Daryl had started.

"Don't look Phoebe." he demanded softly pulling me to his chest, his own body shaking just as much as mine. I ignored him, and watched with no remorse as they beat Len to death.
Joe's group could be trusted on one thing for sure: if something has been claimed, and you abuse the rules, you will suffer the consequences.