Clementine backed away from the edge of the roof, eyes wide. She glanced over to Sarah, who wore the same expression of fear and shock.

Clementine jumped as Carver barked at her to get downstairs, saying Bonnie had "stuff for her to do".

Clementine hesitated, not wanting to leave Sarah alone, but Carver angrily snapped at her, "Go!"

Clementine left without a word.

Everything seemed to go so slow after that, Clementine couldn't wait for the day to end.

When she was told that Carver wanted to see her in his office she was bit surprised. What could he possibly want from her. She thought maybe he was angry about her telling Bonnie about how he had pushed Reggie to his death.

Clementine found herself feeling nervous. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she approached Carver's office.

She had no idea why he called her, but she didn't want to see him.

By time she reached his office she thought her heart was about to burst, but she masked her fear as Carver led her into the room. She couldn't shake the feeling of uncomfortableness as Carver shut the door. If Carver was trying to intimate her, it was working.

"Go on and take a seat." Carver said calmly.

Clementine did so, looking around. She felt like something wasn't right, but she couldn't understand why…

"How are you, honey?" Carver asked her with a smile.

Clementine let out a sigh. "I'm fine." She wasn't. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to ask her that.

"Good to know." Carver said. "I hope your new home has been comfortable so far."

Clementine fought the urge to cringe. This place wasn't her home. It would never be her home. "That's not what you called me for…" Clementine said.

"You're right, honey…" Carver replied.

"What do you want?" Clementine asked.

"Well… I have a proposal to make." Carver said.

"Okay." Clementine nodded. She didn't really care what his proposal was but she would pretend that she was listening. Maybe he would let her leave faster if she heard him out.

"I can tell that you're smart. Smarter than the rest of them." Carver said.

The child didn't respond. She just wanted him to get to the point. She suddenly heard him let out a chuckle.

"That's a compliment, you know." Carver said.

Clementine swallowed, but still said nothing.

"Where are your manners?" Carver suddenly asked, sounding annoyed.

"I… T-Thank you." The child muttered.

"That's more like it." Carver said.

"What's your proposal?" Clementine asked.

"Well, I need an heir. Someone who's going to take over this place when I can't run it."

"And… And you want me to be the heir?" Clementine asked.

"That's right." Carver confirmed. "My child will be too young. However, with the right training they can be your heir."

"…How do you know that it's your baby?" Clementine asked after a moment's hesitation.

Carver paused for a moment, "I don't know for sure, but regardless, it's mine until I know otherwise."

Clementine looked confused at those words. She didn't understand why they didn't know who the father was.

"There are some things that you'll learn in the future." Carver simply said, picking up on the child's confusion.

Clementine didn't respond. The man's explanation was too vague to ease her confusion.

"There's a lot you'll learn in the future." Carver told the girl.

Clementine was starting to feel uncomfortable again, she shifted in her seat.

Carver was still talking but Clementine was only thinking about leaving the room.

"You'll make a good heir." Carver said.

Clementine held back a sigh, just hearing his voice was making her skin crawl.

"I'll never help you. Never." Was her bold response.

"You say that now..." Carver said.

Clementine shot him a glare.

"Not everyone is meant to play the role of a leader. I wouldn't be able to ask anyone else." Carver said. "You and I are very alike, Clementine."

Clementine shook her head, "I'm not like you."

"I know it when I see it. And we're more alike than you think." Carver said. "In fact, I think you're aware of it, but you're not comfortable with it yet."

"Well… that's your opinion. You're a murderer and a bully."

"And that's your opinion." Carver smirked.

"You killed Reggie." Clementine said.

"It wasn't murder, honey." Carver replied.

"You can try to call it something else but I know what it is. What it really is." Clementine snapped.

"Killing one in order to save many is a part of survival. It's one of the decisions that a weaker person wouldn't be able to make. That's why it falls to people like us to keep them safe."

"Stop it!" Clementine said. "I will never be like you!" She was starting to become annoyed. Carver could try to act like he was reasonable in his decision to kill Reggie but Clementine knew it was wrong.

"Calm down, honey…" Carver said, voice calm.

"Screw you!" Clementine spat.

"Don't be like that…"

Clementine shook her head, "You're crazy…"

"I don't think you know crazy, honey." Carver said.

"I'm looking it in the eyes." Clementine replied.

Carver chuckled at that. "Lots of mouth coming from you."

"I could say the same…" Clementine said.

"What do you say, you and I corroborate together?" Carver asked.

"No…I'll never help you." Clementine said to the man.

"Keep telling yourself that honey." Carver said. "I'm going to be honest, I'm fairly impressed by you."

"Why is that?" Clementine inquired.

"You're a natural leader." Carve said. "Well molded you'd be the perfect queen.

"What?" The girl asked, confused.

"If you were to cooperate with me, your stay could be a pleasant one." Carver said.

Clementine was quiet.

"You're a smart girl." Carver said "I have very high expectations of you."

Clementine bit her lip. She felt even more nervous as she shifted in her seat once more. "What do you mean?"

"I mean...I really hope that you accept my offer."

"I refuse." Clementine replied. She didn't understand why he couldn't take no for an answer.

The man sent a look of fake sympathy to the girl. "Hey now, no need to be scared..." He said, beckoning her over with his finger.

"I'm not scared." Clementine glared at him, but she felt extremely uncomfortable as she rose from her chair "Are we done here?" She asked, annoyed.

Carver chuckled and a feral grin spread across his face. "Honey, we haven't even started yet." He started to walk towards her.

Clementine was confused when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling the girl close to him.

Clementine's eyes narrowed as she tried to tug away.

Carver smirked and gave the girl a push, causing her to fall backwards against the desk.

She looked over to him irritated, yet a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Scared yet?" He teased, moving closer towards the girl.

"No." Clementine claimed.

"Stubborn." He moved so that he hovered over her.

Clementine reached her hands up and tried to pushed the man away. "Stop!"

Her cry was ignored. Carver's impatient hands immediately went to the zipper of Clementine's coat.

The girl's breathing became shallow puffs of air. She struggled against Carver, but he was stronger than her. Yanking open the girl's coat, he wasted no time lifting her shirt.

Clementine's hand quickly shot up to cover her undeveloped chest. "S-Stop!"

The girl was more beautiful than Carver had imagined.

"Hold still." Carver grumbled. Moving so he was in between the girl's legs. He held her hands above her head.

Clementine felt sick to her stomach and whimpered when she felt cold fingers brushed against her nipples.

He leaned over to plant wet, little kisses along Clementine's stomach. The girl tensed up. "S-Stop it!"

He ignored her, mouth steadily traveling upwards before flicking across a tiny nipple.

Clementine whimpered in response. She recoiled and tried to pull away but she didn't get very far and her efforts only amused the man above her.

She started to call out, "HELP! SOMEO-"

Carver cut her off by bringing his lips to hers. Carver moaned loudly and his tongue shot into Clementine's unwilling mouth causing the girl to grimace at the slimy intruder.

She gagged and sputtered when Carver's saliva mixed with her own.

Carver broke the kiss and their lips parted. "Get back to the pen." He ordered, releasing her. "Don't tell anyone about this.

Clementine was glad that was over. Fixing her shirt and coat back in place, she raced from the room as fast as possible.

Clementine returned to the pen as ordered, she couldn't stop her young body from trembling. She didn't notice Kenny approach her until he started speaking.

"Clem? You okay?! What did he do to you?" Kenny demanded.

"N-Nothing." Clementine muttered, walking pass the man.

"Clem..." Kenny said sounding worried.

"I want to go to bed." She said.

With a sigh, Kenny let the girl go.

Clementine walked over to the uncomfortable bed and laid down. Closing her eyes, she tried her best not to cry.