Sequel to Fight, Love, Live
**Complete**
Riley Dixon has had an... interesting nine months to say the least. She killed her zombified ex, found her supposed-to-be comatose brother, made some new best friends, found the love of her life, and had a ba...
A/N: I don't normally dedicate chapters to people, but this chapter is dedicated to the wonderful people who made me feel ten times better yesterday. So, without further ado, this chapter is dedicated to:
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"So... David... what do you think you did wrong? Hm?" I asked, pacing in front of him, swinging my bat through the air as I tried to decide what to do with this rapist. The cafeteria was full, ready for me to deal out the punishment, there was hardly enough room for me to take four steps without hitting someone in the head with the bat when I turned around.
"I... uh... I don't know." He whispered, and I let a laugh break through. He doesn't know? Really?
"Well, you must be as stupid as you are despicable." I chided, and turned to face my loyal subjects.
"This man, raped one of my prisoners. A prisoner that you all know and love. Riley Grimes. She was being punished for her failing loyalties to this group, but you all know me. Rape is never on the table! Rapey Davey here, was supposed to simply watch her while Dwight was on break, but instead he took advantage and raped her. So, what should his punishment be?" I yelled, and everyone around me started yelling out answers, but I heard one that I liked the most.
"That's a good one. That's a good one. Dwight! Get me a knife. One with a hook." I yelled, and there was a bit of shuffling before the knife was held in front of me by Dwight, he was glaring down at David who had been tied to a chair, similarly to how Riley ad been before, and I thought it was a little bit symbolic. He broke her, so now we're going to ruin him.
"Pull his pants down." I ordered, and it only took a second for David to figure out what was going to happen. He yelled, and screamed, but Arat and Gavin held him still, while one of the slaves yanked his pants down, letting them pool on the floor.
"Alright Rapey Davey, you know the rules. You can cry, you can scream, but you better not move, or it'll be ten times worse. Someone get me some gloves, I don't want to touch that thing with my bare hands." I growled out, and a moment later a slave placed some gardening gloves in my hands, and then I walked forward, knife held tightly in my hand.
It only took a minute for me to chop it off, root and stem, and then I was holding it in the air for all to see while he bled out behind me.
"Anybody want a rapist's cock? No? Well, he can have it back then." I growled, and turned around, and shoved it down his still screaming throat. The people cheered behind me, but I ignored them, and turned to look at Arat, who was smirking at me.
"Take him to the garden. Let them eat on him until he turns. I want him to feel every pain imaginable until his death." I growled, and she nodded, and with the help of Gavin, heaved him out of the chair, and practically dragged the still screeching man out of the building.
"Right. Dwight, let's go tell Riley the good news." I whispered, and he nodded, and ordered the others to return to their posts, which cleared out the cafeteria in a few minutes. I stripped off the gloves, tossed them into the low burning fire behind me, and then led Dwight down the halls until we reached the cells.
Fat Joey was there, but when I entered, he spun to look at me, shock and fear written across his face.
"What's goin' on Joe? Where's Riley, I got some good news for her." I said, a malicious grin spreading across my face as I walked over to her cell. Joe didn't answer, so I pulled open the unlocked cell door. Before I could turn around and scold him for keeping it unlocked, I glanced inside and froze at what I saw. It was empty.
"Where is she Joe?" I growled, turning away from the cell door to look at him. He was wringing his fat hands in front of his stomach, and he refused to meet my eyes.
"I... I didn't realize she was in there. I had brought the other one his sandwich, and left to get another one for Riley. I... I thought I locked it behind me. I wasn't too worried, they both looked horrible! But I got back just a second ago, and they were gone! I don't know where they went! Or how they got out, but they're... oh God... I'm sorry!" He sputtered out as I advanced on him until he was up against a wall and could go no further.
"Dwight. Find them." I growled out, and I didn't turn to look, but I could hear his steps as he ran away. I kept my eyes focused on Joe, poor Fat Joey who let my girl escape. He was going to suffer for this. Suffer in a way he's never suffered before. But first... I think I'm going to starve him. Since he was so concerned with food, let's let him be concerned with food.
