The lovebirds had held each other as they both cried, the minutes rolling by too quickly. Merle showed them the smallest of kindnesses when he announced their time was coming to an end. Guaranteeing they would get some portion of a goodbye. His tone not reassuring either Glenn or Maggie that they would ever see each other again. His voice rugged, his drawl strong. "Ya'll got five minutes, and I wouldn't waste it. Not likely to come again. Time for a quickie, I s'pose if your girl's not too raw." A loud laugh punctuating his statement, and i quickly turned into a cough, his years of smoking catching up with him.

Glenn ignored the suggestion of more carnal activities, and held Maggie close to him. Whispering promises in her ear that she knew he had no right to be making. " I'll get us out of this, Maggie. I swear to God. I'll make sure you get out of this alive, and then we'll go and we'll start a family, all right? I'll find us somewhere safe and you'll get big and fat with my babies." A little laugh escaping his cut lips, Ignoring the pain that such an expression caused his battered body. It was nothing he realized in comparison to the horrors Maggie was facing.

Turning in the now cold water of the tub so she could face him. Her hand taking his and her fingers interlacing with his. "I love you, Glenn. I love you so much." Her voice hoarse with emotion, and laced with terror of what would happen when they were parted again. Unable to hide the fear of never laying eyes on him again out of her gaze. Blinking back fresh tears as she memorized his face, bruised and mangled as it was from the face she had fallen in love with.

He drew her close, and ran his fingers through her drying, messy and knotted hair. Peering up to her and whispering an inch from her lips. "I promise I'll get you out of this, and you know i'm a man of my word. I love you, Maggie." And he kissed her fiercely. Signing the contract with his lips.

Merle chuckled in the corner as they kissed, ensuring that even that sacred moment wouldn't be uninterrupted by the menace that hung like a cloud over their captive lives. Despite the laugh, their kiss continued uninterrupted. Who knew when, or if they would get the opportunity again?

The door clicked and opened, the familiar heavy steps of the Governor shattering the momentary peace they had found in each others arms and Maggie shuddered against Glenn. Breaking the kiss and whispering "I love you", against his lips. With a nod, the Governor directed Merle toward the asian his prize possession was so enamored with. Eyes narrowing with distaste at the moment he had interrupted. Flexing his fingers into a fist as he watched Merle move to yank Glenn out of the bath.

The Governor unbuttoned his shirt, making certain his intentions were clear for Gleen to observe as he was dragged out of the room. Maggie's eyes went immediately there, and she was silenced by the implications therein.

Merle managed to drag a struggling Glenn out the door, but not before his cry of "Maggie!" echoed around the room, the door slamming shut behind him, and the Governor smiled. A cold, dark smile that spread his features, his eyes glittering. His prey drew her knees to her chest, moving far back against the end of the porcelain tub. He laughed, as he crossed to the tub, reaching into the water as he watched her flinch away. Licking his lips, her fear a delicious aphrodisiac for the day he had planned with her. Watching as the water began to drain before rising back to his full height.

The familiar click, click of his boots sounding his approach to the door as he turned the lock. Enjoying the sound, and the feeling of the girls eyes on him. He took his time as he moved back to her, undoing the rest of the buttons on his black shirt. As he slipped it off, his voice was quiet, but it had the desired effect. "You've had your hour… now I will take mine." HIs voice resonating in the bathroom, as Maggie began to tremble in the quickly draining tub. He let it get to nearly the bottom before he worked both of the handles, hot and cold to get the water to a comfortable temperature. He would be joining her this time, and his comfort had to be assured.

"Are you cold, Margaret? No fear. I'll make sure to warm you right up…"

As he had intended, his words brought no comfort to the shivering little brunette he had enjoyed brutalizing the night before, and he would enjoy it again. But first he intended to torment her. Keep her guessing. Sliding his shirt off and staring on his belt buckle. His holsters and gun were in the other room. Maggie's eyes stayed averted as he proceeded to undress himself. The sounds of his clothes landing in small, crumpled piles on the tile floor. His boots hitting hard enough to make her jump, and the buckle of his jeans causing a similar response, only this time she whimpered.

A wide grin on his face, he moved to get into the tub with her. Pouring a quarter size amount of the pine scented body wash he preferred in the center of an orange body scrubber as he settled in front of her in the tub, facing her. "Wash me." He murmured, and she began to do as he requested. His fingertips moving to toy over her sensitive areas of her exposed flesh. Clucking in disapproval as his fingertips ran over the bruises he had left on various parts of her body. "You really should take better care of yourself, Margaret. It look like you're hurting… It just so happens I have some medicine in the other room that might help.. But you'll have to earn it."

She kept her eyes on his arms as she lathered the soap and did as he had ordered. Her mind on the promised medicine though. Every part of her ached, and she wondered what he might give her. He'd been true to his word and given her an hour with her beloved, even if she was likely to pay for it now. She had learned that he enjoyed psychological bartering, and she was learning how to play his game.

As the bath continued, and she finished washing him the tables turned and he washed away every essence of Glenn that still clung to her, and when she was clean, he took her in both entry points, front and back. Finishing in the tighter of the two. He aided her back to the bed, having wrapped her in a pristine white terry cloth robe. Settling her there, and moving without a word to gather the pill bottles that he had pilfered from the Woodbury doctor. Handing them to her, 6 ibuprofen, the little brown variety. Those she recognized, but the circular white pills she did not. He smiled thinly. "Percocet. You'll be feeling better in no time, little lady." Offering her a glass of water to wash down the narcotics and anti inflammation medication. She did so, dutifully, and curled back up on the bed, only moving out of the fetal position as he returned her wrists and ankles to the handcuffs that he had positioned on either bed post.

Once she was alone again in the room after he had secured her and left to tend to the every day running of the community she allowed herself to dissolve into her sorrows. Crying as the pharmaceuticals began to take hold in her system, and eventually drifting off to some much needed dreamless sleep. The opiates having worked magic over her hurting body, and aiding her in a respite she needed. In a place, for a little while at least, where the Governor couldn't hurt her, or those she loved.