The Walking Dead Imagines

Mine

~~~~FAIR WARNING. THIS IMAGINE IS GOING TO HAVE R*PE CONTENTS IN IT, ALONG WITH AB*SE. THERE WILL ALSO BE SWEARING AND SMUT. THE CHARACTER I HAVE PICKED IS IN DEED A MINOR AND IF THAT UPSETS SOME OF YOU, THEN I ADVICE YOU TO NOT READ THIS ONE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. DO NOT SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.~~~~

"Don't worry darling. As long as you follow the rules, you'll never be punished." I shiver as the man that I once called father, runs his cold fingers down my body. He licks his lips and smiles at me. "I wish I could play with you today darling, but I have some...business partners coming over." He smirks and looks up the stairs at the door. "Fuck it. They can wait." Suddenly, he puts me over his shoulder and carries me to my bed. He lays me down and grabs the shackles for my wrists and ankles.

He strips to nothing and then does the same to me. He hovers over me and moves down so his face is between my legs. I squirm a little and he grabs my thighs, digging his nails into me. "Now now Baby, you know the rules. Let daddy have his fun." I close my eyes as he sticks his fingers inside me. I bite my lip to hold back from making any noise. That's one of his rules. Eventually, he starts licking me and although I'm afraid to admit it, it feels good. I just wish it wasn't him of all people. He chuckles and plays with me a little more. I feel tingly and start bucking my hips. "Oh darling." I feel his teeth sink into my thigh and I gasp.

He climbs up and hovers over me, leaving bite marks all the way up to my neck. "Just relax darling." *Time Skip* I'm laying on my side, panting and watching as he buttons his shirt. He looks at me and smiles. He then goes upstairs and locks the door. I sigh and sit up, wincing at the pain he caused. I'm Baby. Yes, that's my actual name. My mother died giving birth to me and my father couldn't handle the loss of her. He drank most of the time and didn't hardly take care of me. Until he started selling drugs. Some of his customers, the good ones, would stay with me for a little bit. But they'd always leave once they got their fix.

When I started school, he started leaving me home alone. But whenever I turned eight, I started developing. That's when he started noticing me again. At first, he treated me with kindness, care and love. He even bought me gifts from time to time. But then one of his clients started looking at me in a way he didn't like and he got mad. He stopped giving anything to that person and locked me in the basement, after he beat me of course. From that day on, I've been locked in this basement. I don't even know how long it's been. I sigh and lay down, covering my head with my blanket. I close my eyes tightly as a tear escapes me, eventually falling asleep.

*Time Skip*

I shot up from bed, grabbing my throat as an attempt to quiet the scream. I was panting, everything around me came into view as my eyes adjusted. I placed a shaky hand over my mouth, realizing how loud the scream might've been. I had always had trouble sleeping, nightmares were never a new thing to me. I sit their silently, listening...waiting. When I don't hear anything, I sigh with relief. I get up and put on some new undergarments, since daddy ripped mine.

I suddenly hear a loud bang and something heavy fall onto the floor above me. I bite my lip, chewing the skin off and causing them to bleed a little. I quietly go up the stairs and put my ear to the door, listening and holding my breath. When I don't hear anything, I try the door handle and am surprised that it's unlocked. I slowly exit and look around me, adjusting my eyes to the brightness. I see the front door and take a step toward it but stop. I turn around and go down the hallway, towards his room. I see his door opened slightly and hold my breath, opening it the rest of the way. I see him. And his gun next to him.

A red liquid is spilled all over the floor and on the wall. "D-Dad?" He doesn't say anything, nor does he move. I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to him. I grab his gun and put it on the bed. I look at his face, half of it missing now. "D-Daddy?" I put my head on his chest, listening for a heartbeat. Nothing. I reach for him, touching his 'face' and trying to stop the red liquid from flowing out anymore. I quickly wipe the tears from streaming down my face and stand up. I go to his closet and grab some of my mothers old clothes.