the man who runs this place? ezra? no she couldn’t mean him, every time you’ve seen him interact with anyone else he’s always been so kind and giving. stern, maybe. but he’s a generous man, you see him as a father figure in your life. or even an emotional support grandpa. you shake your head, ‘ maybe you got it all wrong, he-he doesn’t do that he’s not like that. he’s one of the good guys, we all are! ’ there’s almost panic in your voice. you don’t know why she’s here but she’s clearly being deceitful, you know ezra wouldn’t harm anyone. ‘ i’m gonna get to the bottom of this. i’ll be back soon, do you um..need anything from the supermarket? ’ there’s one not too far from here that’s got walkers coming in and out but you, botkin, and sindy know your way around it by now.
lip trembles, “ you don’t believe me. “ of course he doesn’t. this is the age of brainwashing or blind compliance. what a fucking bootlicker, bro. eyes look downwards to lap, and you fiddle with rope behind your back, until it starts to give a little more. you shake head, allowing for some light tearing, forced out of frustration, to emerge from eyes, “ no. “ annoyed frown finds its way to lips, “ bye. “
you want to continue your protests, to give him grief and continue being a massive bitch; one because he deserves it but two because if you don’t react he can’t use her as leverage. but you can’t risk it, you don’t wanna call his bluff. however you can play it off. ‘ I can’t show you my hands in this position. ’ well you can but it’s not comfortable for you. ‘ I can tell you what I’m doing though. your sweating and pulling loosened my restraints. and if you’re not gonna dress me, I’ll do it myself. ’
lip corners perk up. this is this first neutral tone she’s taken since you’ve met her. it’s enough progress for her to be given leeway. you’re a generous man, a real empath. you’ll grant her the kindness she’s been lacking towards you. “ let me. “ quick strides are taken so you return to the area you once were to pull and adjust her undergarments and jeans back into place. fingers make light work of further securing her restraints and you leave her mouth alone as an olive branch. you want her to feel more comfortable after all. walking back in front of her, you offer a nod, “ well, valentina. i have matters to attend to. i’ll be sending one of my people to bring you food some time later. i do hope in time, you’ll feel ready to live among the rest of us here. “
‘ who? who killed who? wh-what are you talking about? ’ brows furrow in deeper, perhaps this was ptsd of some traumatic event she’s faced. you don’t know what’s going on, part of you wants to untie her and help her but the other part of you is worried that it all might be a big trick. there has to be a reason why she’s kept hidden down here, tied and gagged. and it’s not giving pornhub. ‘ I - I don’t know. I heard we have two new faces here, I assume you’re one. I can – go look and find out for you. ’ you frown, you want to comfort her but you don’t know how. you could also hear botkin upstairs and he might react less savory than you. ‘ listen, we don’t hurt people here. much less women. if you and your friend are here, we’ll keep you safe, okay? ’
“ th-the man who runs this place ! “ the fat one, you want to say. but you aren’t sure how devoted his people are. sniffling and shaking is half exaggerated for the sake of looking as helpless as possible. you need him to feel bad for you. enough so that you have a better chance at escaping. “ d-don’t leave me here. please, i’ve been here for hours. i don’t want to be alone here. wh-what if he comes here ?? “ because there’s a fear and resentment you have building up towards him. you don’t know if he’ll kill you or assault you. both would totally suck.
your back arches to his tap, you’re still sore from the session. you could hear his footsteps make his way around and in front of you from across the table. you look up, chin against metal, with a glare you couldn’t even mask if you tried. ‘ for what? i’m not the one that came. ’ if anything he should be thanking you, you’re the one with the gorilla grip. lip curls upward in blatant disgust, you wouldn’t even be a good girl for your boyfriend what makes him think it’ll be any different with him? you’ve noticed the sweat and constant movement has loosened your restraints a bit so you back away some, tucking your hands out of his sight as you begin unknotting the rope. ‘ so what now? you toss me into a bunch of zombies? OH no, maybe you’ll put a bullet in between my eyes. I wouldn’t mind either, i’m not very picky. ’
“ you could have. if you deserved it. “ said with a half hearted shrug. it seems she will remain ungrateful. eyes zero in on her movement. you have been at this leader role for years now. you’ve learned to keep a keen eye in that timespan. jaw clenches, “ show me your hands. “ because if she’s attempting to fool you, she would only be asking for another round. “ show me your hands and show me i can trust you before you piss me off and i have to take it out on your friend. “
eyes widen and you whimper from behind tape that seals mouth. you’re aware of how these things go. you’ve seen the shows and movies, so much so, that you had been mentally prepared for most apocalyptic situations. it can go one of three ways. one : he tortures you to prove a point and put on a show for his people. two : you become a masturbatory aid to him and/or the people. three : all of the above. you’re too high on adrenaline to be terrified just yet, but you still manage to coax some light tears to your eyes and secretly hope it inspires some hesitation. or even empathy.
you look towards the stairs before looking back at her and scratching your head to try and piece together what the hell is going on. maybe this is why they were keeping things from you? maybe the new recruits weren’t new recruits at all and did something really bad. ezra would never hurt a woman, that’s something you’d put your life on. however, you watch with a frown as her eyes water; she doesn’t seem scary to you. you rise from the ground and inch towards her with hands on display to signal you mean no harm, unknotting her gag and lowering it. ‘ what happened? how did you get here? ’
he looks … confused. you aren’t sure how someone a part of such a group could be blissfully unaware of what you could easily assume isn’t their first act of brutality. you flinch when he removes gag, “ he-he killed one of m-my — “ richard wasn’t a friend by any means. to be honest you weren’t all that devastated when the little muppet man bashed his brains in, but he was a good provider. he and his friends took care of you and valentina. “ someone from my group. he took me and my best friend as c-compensation. “ eyes water and lip trembles, “ is she okay ? my friend ? he took her a-away. “
you can’t help the snort that passes you, “ keep talking. you’re funny. “ the state of the world must have hardened her. its interesting to see someone appear so dainty and soft but come off as masculine and aggressive. pulling slides both pairs of bottoms off her body and one hand reaches for her hair, snatching to create an arch from her. lips form satisfied smile, “ no, i’d argue you are. “ hence, you are more than bricked up and ready to go.
when he’s finished, you’re trembling, panting and he’s spilling out of you. you shiver more from cold breeze hitting bare skin than the event that just occurred; be it whether you have yet to process it or are so beyond desensitized you took it as it was and now you’re ready to move on. eyes flutter shut, you’re too prideful to kiss his ass but you will throw a bone because that wasn’t the worst sex of your life, consensual or not. ‘ my name’s valentina. ’ and that’s as far as the niceties go. ‘ if you’re not going to untie me you can at least dress me. ’
“ valentina. “ testing and tasting words on your tongue, you promptly tuck yourself back into pants and give her bottom an affectionate pat. you’re still breathing heavily, hand runs through your hair and you walk to stand in front of table, “ can i get a please and thank you, valentina ? “ and you know you’re pushing it, but you always try to lead by example. it’s important she learn respect whether she wants to or not. while you aren’t opposed to killing her if her attitude persists, it would be waste to end the life of one of the prettiest and exciting lays left in the apocalypse. lip juts out in faux pout, “ c’mon, please ? be a good girl for me. “
there were talks about two new faces being recruited but that’s as far as you know. you tried entering ezra’s – personal room but, much like a child, they scolded you for even attempting it before telling you to scram. you’re just curious, it’s not every day they accept new people; it’s actually quite rare. but you’ll assume the news will find its way to you from his mouth personally whenever he’s ready to deliver it so you’ll leave it as is and head downstairs to grab your hunting knife. however, upon clicking on the light by string you fall back immediately with wide eyes to what appears to be a hostage. ‘ what the.. fuck… ’
eyes widen and you whimper from behind tape that seals mouth. you’re aware of how these things go. you’ve seen the shows and movies, so much so, that you had been mentally prepared for most apocalyptic situations. it can go one of three ways. one : he tortures you to prove a point and put on a show for his people. two : you become a masturbatory aid to him and/or the people. three : all of the above. you’re too high on adrenaline to be terrified just yet, but you still manage to coax some light tears to your eyes and secretly hope it inspires some hesitation. or even empathy.
for someone at a complete disadvantage, you don’t know when to shut up. cheek hits cold metal and you grunt and writhe. ‘ what? no foreplay? one slap and you think i’m ready to fuck? ’ though it’s not the right time or place, you giggle whilst doing as much as you can to squeeze your thighs together. ‘ are you even sure you can get it up? I’m pretty not a miracle worker. ’ though the more aggressive he gets and the more you wiggle, the tighter the restraints seem to pull at your skin and you hiss, hot tears threatening to spill.
you can’t help the snort that passes you, “ keep talking. you’re funny. “ the state of the world must have hardened her. its interesting to see someone appear so dainty and soft but come off as masculine and aggressive. pulling slides both pairs of bottoms off her body and one hand reaches for her hair, snatching to create an arch from her. lips form satisfied smile, “ no, i’d argue you are. “ hence, you are more than bricked up and ready to go.
face follows line of slap to cheek, adrenaline begins pumping and you can’t help but laugh. ‘ I speak to you the way you deserve to be spoken to. ’ you don’t care if he runs this whole place, respect is something earned and you don’t simply give it because you’re cornered to. you’d sooner die than bite your tongue, who knows what happened to emily and she’s the only thing grounding you from complete and total apathy. ‘ it’s not your pleasure, EZRA. — you bludgeoned my fucking boyfriend and tied me up in this chair and left me here alone. so fuck your formalities and fuck YOU. ’ and that being said, you spit on his boot.
jaw clenches in more frustration than surprise. this type of attitude was typically reserved to the men you captured. her boyfriend, for example. women are more weepy, submissive. fists clench at sides, the urge to bruise her cheekbone and break a few fingers linger in your mind. instead you laugh, “ fuck me, is that right ? that’s what you want to do— “ hand comes to yank her up by hair and bend her over table. movements are especially rough, uncaring as cold metal slams into her hipbones and makes contact with her face, “ you said no formalities either so i’ll forgo the sweet nothings right now. “ and that being said, you open your pants.
fingers move frantically, tugging at ropes. if you can free self from restraints, you can scrounge around this basement area for a weapon and hopefully find valentina. busting out would no doubt be more difficult, but two is always better than one. heart hammers, breath coming out in heavy heaves. but at the sound of footsteps nearing, you straighten up, body freezing all functions.
