Ch. 1
Daryl's arms hurt. It wasn't a sharp pain - that time had long since passed. Now it was more of an annoyance. A feeling of strain mixed with pins and needles, as if his limbs had fallen asleep.
It probably wasn't good, Daryl knew that for sure, but that was the least of his worries.
He'd been tied to the Governor's guest bed, naked, for about a week now. Maybe a little more, maybe a little less. A week was Daryl's best estimate.
He'd been captured while trying to get Glenn and Maggie out - caught by surprise. He thought for sure the Governor's men were going to kill him. Then he saw Merle's face, and knew that he had at least a shot at staying safe.
Now, a week later, Daryl almost wished that they had killed him. It was better than the torture that was his daily existence.
He couldn't move too much - his hands were handcuffed to the headboard of the bed, but he could turn his neck slightly. He used this ability to glance at the small clock on the night stand. Five fifteen. Most likely five fifteen in the evening, judging by the events of the past few hours. Daryl sighed. That meant that the Governor would be back, soon.
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Daryl was right. It wasn't long before he heard the front door open and footsteps as the Governor walked inside. Seconds later, the bedroom door opened.
"Good evening, Daryl," the Governor greeted him.
Daryl didn't reply and made no effort to look in the man's direction.
The man chuckled at Daryl's lack of response.
"Still being quiet, eh? That's alright. You'll serve my purposes whether you talk or not."
Again, Daryl didn't move.
This time the Governor walked further inside. He removed his vest, placed it on a hanger and hung it up. Then Daryl heard the familiar sound of chains jingling.
The Governor walked towards the bed and wrapped a chain collar around Daryl's neck. Then he unlocked one of the handcuffs, freeing Daryl's left arm. Before the hunter could even try to move, the Governor had it restrained again, holding it against Daryl's back. He did the same with Daryl's right arm, then quickly slipped on another pair of handcuffs.
"Get up," he instructed, pulling on the chain. The movement caused Daryl to choke, and he struggled to get sitting up as fast as possible. Finally, he managed to get to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Good. Did David take you out today?"
Daryl stared at the floor, still unwilling to speak. Unfortunately, this just made his captor angry.
"Speak to me when I ask you a question, unless you want another finger broken."
Daryl tried not to cringe at the mention of that. Two days prior, he hadn't reacted the way the Governor had wanted. The Governor punished him by breaking his left ring finger. He left it unset for a full day before finally sending David to tend to him.
Daryl didn't want that to happen again.
"...He did," he answered, softly.
"Good. I trust that there were no accidents, then?"
"...No."
The Governor was referring to another incident. This one happened on the second day that Daryl was tied up. He hadn't been let up to use the bathroom. Rather than ask to be taken, Daryl had gone on the Governor's bed intentionally. Just a nice little 'fuck you', he figured.
He'd been beaten pretty hard after that, and the Governor had begun sending David, his little assistant, over to make sure that Daryl got bathroom breaks while the Governor was working.
"Good."
The Governor yanked on the chain and pulled Daryl to his feet.
"Let's go."
Daryl trudged along until they reached the bathroom. The Governor opened the door and motioned for Daryl to walk in.
"Sit."
Daryl glared at him, but did as he was told, taking a seat on the toilet. It was fairly uncomfortable, with his hands pushed right up against the toilet seat behind him.
The Governor tied his chain to a metal bar that he'd installed on the bathroom wall, the same way that one might tie up a dog outside a store.
"You have three minutes."
With that, the door slammed shut.
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After using the bathroom, Daryl was forced into the shower. He knew that the Governor had hot water, but he always turned it on cold. Daryl tried not to shiver too much, but it was near impossible.
The Governor shook his head disapprovingly.
"Look at you. Can't even stand a little cold water."
Daryl kept his eyes focused on his feet, but he could feel the other man staring at him, waiting for an answer.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, hating the fact that he'd given in. He just really hadn't felt like being beaten again tonight.
Daryl stood under the shower for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. His teeth had begun to chatter by the time that the water was turned off.
The Governor looked him over, ensuring that he was clean, and toweled him off. It left Daryl still cold, but feeling very slightly better than he had prior. When Daryl saw that the Governor was taking the towel back with him to the bedroom, he knew what was coming next, and it wasn't going to be good.
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"...So...Fucking...Tight…" The Governor grunted, as he pushed in and out.
Daryl was once again handcuffed to the bed, faced down, except now he was lying on the towel and had two pillows propped under his lower stomach. This made it easier for the Governor to get inside of him.
"...Ugh," the man continued, pushing in even deeper.
Daryl couldn't help but groan. The Governor was pretty well hung and it hurt.
The Governor must have mistaken Daryl's groan as one of enjoyment, because he responded with "Yeah, you like that."
After that, Daryl did his best not to make any noise. He didn't like this. He hated it more than anything. He'd been beaten more times than he could count in his life - by his father, by Merle's friends, but this - being raped - was the absolute worse punishment he'd ever had. He never thought that it was possible to feel so violated.
What made it even worse was that, prior to then, Daryl had been a virgin.
The first time it had happened, Daryl had wanted to cry. Now, he just wanted it to be over. Then maybe the Governor would give him something to eat, and maybe he could sleep. At least he didn't dream much anymore, so he had some salvation there.