Arrow's to the Heart: part 2 (Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: We ain't dead till were dead....no we pretty much dead already

*BACK THEN* (age 16)

You were beat down. Strapped down. Everything was dark, no sign of light. There were cracks in the walls and you were laying down on a mattress that had been laid on the floor with your ankles and wrists tied to poles behind and in front of it.

Everything was blurry and you had already been there for hours on end surviving the crime. Bruises on your face and you look down and remembered you were naked. You heard men in the other room talking. You tried to yell but they covered duck tape around your mouth. You had to get out of there, but you couldn't.

There was no muscle left in your body from what had happened. You heard laughing and chuckling and the men were making jokes of some sort. You were scared but calmed yourself down and tried to figure a way out.

*ONE YEAR LATER* (age 17)

okay calm down Nic. You got this just think. you told yourself numerous times. You tried to pull on the ropes but they were too tight. You were grunting and groaning pleading to find a way out.

Soon the hours turned to days and you were still strapped down with no sign of escape. You refused to give up. Every time at night when they were sleeping you were thinking of a way out. It took you a couple days to regain strength in your legs because it happened numerous time. Many times. And almost every night.

* A WEEK LATER*

"yeah that was the best ride in a long time" the guy said all cheery. You were crying and whimpering.
"please-stop!" you begged.
"You want more I hear?" you shook your head no fast. But the guy got excited.
"Hey Michael it's your turn!" he shouted to the other guy. You legs were shaking and you were prying the ropes.

You see him hover over you unbuckling his pants making his way down to your crotch at your entrance.
"Make it rough." the guy said angrily and hungrily.
"No"
"yes sir" Michael said.
"No please-NOO!"

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More weeks passed but you still refused to give up. You start to pray. "Lord please! I've been stuck in this whole for so long. Just please. Help me." you cried out. A couple more hours passed.

Then you finally had an idea. You hated it but it was the only thing you could think of. There was one room next door with the walls paper thin and the guy that was sleeping in there was skinny and was about in his late 20's. You start to moan.

"please baby" you said raising your voice. You heard shuffling from the next room. So you moan louder and speak. "touch me please!" you cried out. Suddenly you hear someone walk out of the room. HA SCORE! you yelled in your head.

He came into the room and he looked down at your naked body.
"what the hell are you doing?" you wiggle your trapped legs back and forth with a small motion. "I want you to touch me" you said seducing him. He widened his eyes like what. you bit your lip and nodded.

"touch me baby" you moaned. He looked out the door and back at you confused. But he was young and desperate so. You saw his pocket knife pulled out form earlier. WOW that's good timing you thought. He went down to your legs and looked through your crotch.

"well don't finger me with a knife please" you said trying to get him to put it down. He scoffed but you were right.

He set it down next to you on the bed.
"that's a good boy. Now make me tremble" you said seducing him.
"okay wait why you want me to do this?" "because I'm a girl with needs" you said. This was your perfect shot.
"wait" you said. Surprisingly he stopped and looked up at you.
"can you please untie me? I want to hold you while you screw me" you said trying to get him to raise his guard down.