Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine 45

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
"Don't move," The boy says, holding a gun against the back of my head. He uses one hand to pat me down to see if I have any weapons. When his hand rests a little too long on my waist, a smile forms on my face.

"So I'm not the only one who's missed human contact?" I smirk.

I mean, what do I have to lose? I don't have any family, friends, or a home to return to.

"I'm (Y/N)," I say, trying to get him to talk.

"Did I ask you?" He asks, putting hand cuffs on my wrists.

"Kinky, huh?" I spin around. His face gets a little red, but he just grabs my arm and forces me in front of him. He puts his hand on the small of my back, leading me along. When we reach a cabin, he slings the door open carelessly and pushes me inside. I stumble, but when I regain my balance I turn to glare at him.

He shuts the door, sits his hat down on the kitchen table, and grabs the rope that's hanging on the chair. He leads me back into the hallway, and then into a room without windows. He lights a few candles, and I'm able to see a clip hanging from the ceiling. He removes the cuffs from my wrist, backing away to get a good look at me. He slowly steps closer, caressing my cheek with his thumb. He starts to kiss around my jawline, and I don't try to stop him.

"This would've been hotter if you wouldn't have cuffed me," I whisper, causing him to back away harshly. He glares at me for a moment before stepping closer to take my shirt off. He then ties the rope around my wrists, and then ties the rope to the clip on the ceiling.

He grabs a knife from the table with the candles, twiddling it between his fingers. He slowly steps closer, and I try to step backwards but I run into a concrete wall. He stares into my eyes for a moment before running the knife against the curve of my hip. My breath stops when he moves it lower, starting to cut off my jeans. He steps back, looking me over. I try not to squirm, but I feel so exposed. He turns away, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

"Girl, what did you get yourself into?" I ask myself, looking around. The room has many little tables sitting around, candles placed carefully on top of each one. There's one large table, but the candles are placed recklessly among neatly placed knives. I pull on the rope, trying to see if I can get it loose. When I realize it's cemented to the ceiling, I give up. I look down at myself, noticing how skinny I've gotten. I wiggle, trying to get some circulation back in my arms. My mother was kidnapped once. She said the best way to get out of a situation like this was to play along. I'm going to have to play along with his game.

The boy comes back in a little while later, his soft features complemented by the candlelight. He steps close enough to me to quicken my breath, but my breath stops when he slides a finger under the waistband of my underwear. He pulls it down a little, but not enough to show anything.

"You're such a tease," I breathe out, leaning my head back against the wall. He smirks, his fingers running lightly against my side. He gets down on his knees, dragging my underwear down with his teeth. This is a little too weird. I open my mouth, pretending to be impressed. He kisses my inner thighs, and I won't deny that this feels good. He stands up slowly, reaching around me to unhook my bra. It falls to the floor, and he kicks it aside with his foot. He steps back, a smirk on his face. He grabs a knife from his table, bringing it up to my face. Without a word, he cuts a small opening on my cheek. He brings the knife to his lips, licking off my blood.

Oh my god, he's psychotic.

"The walkers will enjoy this," He says, putting the knife in my hands. "Good luck." He walks off, leaving the door open behind him. Before I know it, a small group of walkers are in the room, coming straight for me. I try to stab the walker's skull, but hands are too high up. The walker bites into my waist, and an exhilarating pain shoots through my body. The other walkers take more bites, and all I see before I pass out is the boy leaning against the back wall watching.

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