Rick Grimes - True Love

Sweet Candy

Rays p.o.v

"Please.... Please let me go." I silently whispered to Merle, who was fiddling with my shirt buttons. "You like it here." He scoffed with clenched teeth. I sighed in anger. Whatever he was planning to do, he better do it now. I was his slave. His personal doll. I had to do whatever he wanted me to do. He could do anything to me as I was tied on a wooden chair. Merle sat on my lap. It reminded me of the first time he done it. It didn't end very well, as he exclaimed that I wasn't fun. How could this monster even be Daryls brother?! He was mess. Probably taking orders from a bunch of freaks. He buried his head in the crook of my neck. "Shall we have fun again?" He playfully asked in a sweet tone. "I'm bored." God did he sound like a child begging for candy. My lips pursed together as it made me feel sick. That's right. He was a child begging for candy. I was his candy. My feet pressed together in anger. "Well, I can't do much if I'm tied up." I exclaimed in an almost whisper. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Oh no. You remain tied."

Once Merle done what he desired to do with me, he left the small room with a wink of his left eyes before closing the door. I was drowning in darkness. All I wanted was Rick. To see the sky. To see the blue sky. I was aching for Ricks warmth. How his arms snaked around my waist. The touch of his lips on mine. I was free. Energy. But now I'm nothing but a slave. A slave in darkness. I didn't want to be the super heroes girlfriend. I wanted to be the super hero. But how can I? All I wanted was to be set free. Sometimes, I hear the community having a nice time. Partying all night. Sometimes I even hear music. Which is a nice treat. Tears trickled down my face as Ricks image wrapped around my brain. His dazzling, sapphire eyes as they sparkled in the moonlight. My body started to twitch. Everyday, I began to get crazy. I needed to see Ricks eyes. His piercing, blue eyes made me feel safe in every human way. Protected and safe was all I wanted to feel. But I barely feel anything now. I'm practically numb. Just waiting for the hero. As I said, I wanted to be the hero. But as I look at myself now, tied up, black and blue, scratched, frightened. I'm the complete opposite of a hero.

The door squealed open swiftly. "A treat awaits you." Merle exclaimed in a playful voice as he winked his left eye. I gulped. God. Not again. "Merle please! I will do anything! Please!" I begged through tears. "Oh darling. Not that sort of treat." He replied with big eyes. My lips pursed together. "No need to be frightened." He exclaimed as he examined my black and blue body. I sighed. Was I going to be set free? Rick might be standing behind that door. A smile stretched across my face. "That's much better!" Merle cheerfully commented as he grinned, showing his rusty teeth. "Ready?" I nodded in excitement. I can't believe I was going to see the blue eyes that I was dying to see. Merle nodded and opened the door wider. Shock raced through my body as I stared at what was In front of me. A lump in my throat enlarged and I felt like sand in the Sahara desert. Tears spiked my eyes and my lips trembled. Numbness raced through my veins like a train on a track. "Merle....."