FLASHBACK: GA - Woodbury - Town Hall (Day 280)

[DarkSideCookie]

Woodbury Town Hall (Isolation Room)

A secret isolation room located in the basement of Woodbury Town Hall, Georgia. This room is used for interrogation and to hold prisoners.

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After The Saviors had been ambushed by a community that was originally working for Negan for quite a while, the leader of that community, one of the few people that had survived the failed attack, retreated. One moment of negligence had the Saviors' boss cost the loss of his only remained family - Ingrid.

She had been their prisoner for already a while, not been aware of where the journey would take her. And so it had come to an end at a place that would become a whole new prison.

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[Ariel]

Ingrid was startled awake by the worst nightmare, filled with faces of kidnappers and strangers surrounding her. Deciding her fate. She struggled to get away, but ended up being ambushed and restrained. It was all so horrible, but it was all over now. Or so Ingrid thought. As her mind came to, Ingrid slowly lifted her head and opened her exhausted eyes to a single bright light that hung from the ceiling. Squinting through the light, she peered around to the dimly lit room of plain blue walls and nothing more than a cabinet that sat against the wall. Panic rose within Ingrid's chest as she made against an attempt to get up, but was unsuccessful. Puzzled, she peered down to notice that she was strapped against a chair, her arms restrained behind the back of where she sat. "Fucking damn it," Ingrid uttered in a frightened yet angry tone, realizing that it wasn't a nightmare but a reality. She noted a sharp edge to the cabinet that was near her, and thought if she could get close enough that she could saw her restraints. An attempt to move their chair she was bound to failed miserably, as it appeared the chair had been bolted to the floor. Ingrid was officially going nowhere.

Wriggling furiously in her restraints, a yell of anger and despair escaped her lungs. Ingrid was used to being prisoner by now with those farm bastards, but these Woodbury folk seemed to have taken things to a whole new level. Ingrid perked up as she heard an outside door slam shut. Somebody was coming.

[DarkSideCookie]

***Merle enters***


Merle had just returned from a little hunting trip when the Governor had summoned him to his office. He had actually expected to get another rather boring task to take care of - one of those that was about half-assing something because it simply had to be done. But not today. This new task was supposed to be something a lot more to his liking. Something that not only could make him prove that picking him up in the past had been a damn enrichment to the community, but also promised to entertain himself greatly. To press some information out of a dude was perfect to raise his spirits.

Merle turned around the keys, not making use of the spy slot incorporated into the door. He didn't need things like that. If something had to be done he just did so; no precautions needed.

A whiff of surprise flashed over his face, as he faced the prisoner, restrained at the only chair in the room. "Hello sweetums.", Merle greeted the girl with puckered lips, greatly living up his usual misogynistic manners. No one had told him he would come upon a cute chick instead of an ugly dude. Merle closed the door behind before he wordless walked towards the captive, a wolfish grin accompanying his steps.

[Ariel]

. "Hello sweetums.", 


Ingrid watched the man enter the room as he seemed surprised to find her there. She did not greet him back but gave him a cold stare as she watched him close the door snd saunter over to where she sat. Ingrid saw the way he looked at her, like a piece of meat on a BBQ. She was used to handling the creeps by now, so she wasn't intimidated in the slightest. Not even with the shank he bore on the end of his arm instead of a hand. She peered up at him as he stood over her. 

" If this is what you people call southern hospitality, then it sucks shit," Ingrid said with sarcasm as she tried to move her shackled arms. 

[DarkSideCookie]

Merle wasn't bothering if she was just playing the unfazed or truly being it; in the case of the latter though, he almost could start to feel sorry for her; not, not really, sorry. As far as he was concerned this chick could act any conceivable way, as their initial situation always would remain the same. He was the freeman and she was the captive bird.

"If this is what you people call southern hospitality, then it sucks shit,"

Merle stopped his steps before he gave her another wolfish grin while looking down at her. "I think this' the part where ya take a big swing of your head and fire a spit right into ma face, isn't it?" Merle let a hoarse chuckle following his words, even wallowing in his repellent attitude some more by planting himself in front of her like one real big asshole. "C'mon, give it to me."

[Ariel]

"I think this' the part where ya take a big swing of your head and fire a spit right into ma face, isn't it?" "C'mon, give it to me."

Ingrid sneered at this man as he stood before her, not wasting any time with his big talk. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ingrid's eyes narrowed in on the hot shot as she spewed her condescending tone his way, "See me get all riled up by your grotesque antics, give you my best shot." Ingrid shook her head as she stared him down, "I'm not a fool, and I certainly wasn't born yesterday. You'll have to try harder than this if it's a reaction you want from me. Asshole." Ingrid wasn't about to go down so easily. 

[DarkSideCookie]

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?""See me get all riled up by your grotesque antics, give you my best shot." Merle made a face that was pretending he would be affected by her words, which he wasn't. "I'm not a fool, and I certainly wasn't born yesterday. You'll have to try harder than this if it's a reaction you want from me. Asshole."

Suddenly Merle moved again to amusingly clap his hands, or to be more correct, his one hand and his knife. "You state not bein' a fool, but if I was you, I wouldn't talk so big. Just sayin', might not be the greatest idea when your hands are tied behind a chair. Ohoo, and this try of staring me down. Baby, is that supposed to frighten me or what? How cute." And yet again did he sent a pair of puckered lips her way while moving in front of her like a bird on courtship.

[Ariel]

"You state not bein' a fool, but if I was you, I wouldn't talk so big. Just sayin', might not be the greatest idea when your hands are tied behind a chair. Ohoo, and this try of staring me down. Baby, is that supposed to frighten me or what? How cute."

Ingrid said nothing more with her words but her glaring complexion said it all as her eyes burned a hole right through this creepy man. What a pig, Ingrid thought inside her head and made the decision not to edge him on. She had been in the presance of intimidating and terrifying men that this man couldn't hold a finger up to, but all the while her intuition told her that he probably wasn't afraid to step out of line especially with a vulnerable woman.

"So I'm assuming you didn't pop by for casual talk, so let's get to the point," Ingrid was used to this charade by now, bring held prisoner by another party for quite some time, "What do you people want from me?"

[DarkSideCookie]

Merle gave a hoarse chuckle at her try of staring him down when she finally seemed to come to realization that all her glaring and mentally setting him on fire would only cause to spur him even more. No, he indeed wasn't like the other men who did puss out once the Governor was around. Sure, he also got the stuff done he was told to, but would he never suck this man's dick like all the others probably did as a daily routine.

"So I'm assuming you didn't pop by for casual talk, so let's get to the point,""What do you people want from me?"

"Information, babe, jus' information. Give it to me straight, and this can still turn out all right for ya.", Merle uttered with a shabby grin as for his choice of wording.

[Ariel]

"Information, babe, jus' information. Give it to me straight, and this can still turn out all right for ya."

Ingrid grinned to herself in an agitated state, looking down at the floor in front of her. Fastened to the chair, there was no way out of this. What they would do with the information she had was uncertain. But one thing was for sure, she wasn't about to sell out Negan. After everything he did to keep her alive and well, there's no way she would put her family in any sort of danger.

"...And what information would I possibly have that would be of value to your little governor?" An inward chuckle rose within Ingrid as she looked back up at her captor.

[DarkSideCookie]

Merle started to scan her facial features for the time she remained silent. Was she really searching for a way to somehow break free from this kind of situation? The mere fact that she was tied to a chair should give her enough of a proof that those thoughts were nothing but a waste of effort for her sweet little brain cells.

"...And what information would I possibly have that would be of value to your little governor?"

"Oh c'mon, sweety, ya know exactly what kind of information that would be. But lemme start ya off anyway.", Merle uttered while leaning his unarmed elbow on the wall right next to her, his upper body bending in her direction. "Anythin' ya know about this asshole they call Negan."

[Ariel]

"Oh c'mon, sweety, ya know exactly what kind of information that would be. But lemme start ya off anyway”. "Anythin' ya know about this asshole they call Negan."

The man leaned in close towards Ingrid, making her lean away in the restrained chair. Her captor mentioned Negan’s name, and Ingrid had to shake her head. She wondered what kind of messed up lies the farm folk had spewed to the governor about Negan. It wasn’t far from unimaginable what they could have said, but if the governor was considering going after the sanctuary, boy they had no idea who they would be messing with. Fueled with anger at the swirling thoughts, Ingrid couldn’t take it. She tried so hard to be good, but time for being a good girl was long gone as soon as her family was brought into the equation. “Yeah,” Ingrid growled angrily as she spat at the man before furiously glaring right through him, “I’m Negan.”

[DarkSideCookie]

Merle watched her in silence again. Something seemed intensely playing out in her head, while her features grew with anger. He couldn't help but show a filthy grin of amusement at that. To him, she was looking like a cute puppy trying to bare its non-existing teeth. And then she finally spoke up again. But serving him with what he wanted to hear? Of course not.

“Yeah,”“I’m Negan.”

The amusement disappeared from Merle's face, as he had enough of this nonsense slowly but surely.

"Okay, puss, I feel kind enough today to give ya a friendly warnin'. You might mistake me for the kind of men who don't do more than give ya a good slap and then hurry back to their boss for new instructions." He leaned into her direction just a little bit more, before he added: "But I'm more that kind of men who are pretty much able to handle things themselves. So." Merle finished up this little announcement with a new nasty grin on his lips, while yet again his elbow took a rest on the wall next to her. "Last try. Who's Negan?"

[Ariel]

"Okay, puss, I feel kind enough today to give ya a friendly warnin'. You might mistake me for the kind of men who don't do more than give ya a good slap and then hurry back to their boss for new instructions." "But I'm more that kind of men who are pretty much able to handle things themselves. So."  "Last try. Who's Negan?"


The man closed in on her with intimidation, yet Ingrid did not move a muscle. She continued onward with her hardened stare of pure revolt at the vile interrogator as he spoke, however his uttering threats made her lips curl into an amused grin, "You don't get it, do you?" A slightly entertained chuckle escaped Ingrid as her eyes rolled up to the brute towering over her, "We are all Negan. Any act against Negan's people is an act against Negan himself. So I'd watch your next move, puss, because Negan is the last person you will want to get to know right now."

[DarkSideCookie]

"You don't get it, do you?"

It happened that the slowly but surely changed into really being fed up with this, translated by an exaggerated eye-roll. If this Negan person was only half annoying as his people were, the Governor truly will enjoy this whole project or rather regretting to have ever brought it into being.

"We are all Negan. Any act against Negan's people is an act against Negan himself. So I'd watch your next move, puss, because Negan is the last person you will want to get to know right now."

"Yah yah, got it. You all are lickin' this man's boot and heaven knows what else. But seriously, what's the matter with you guys? False loyalty by all means? You think he'd do the same for any of you?", Merle asked in disbelief before a throaty chuckle escaped his lips. He was a loyal man himself, but for fucking heaven's sake, he would give away anything the Governor did when somebody was holding a gun to his head so to speak.

"Oh wait, ya must be one of his sex kittens, aren't ya?", Merle suddenly added as he leaned closer again, letting a lewd moving of his tongue following his words, just before Ingrid could have served him with an answer to his latest question.

[Ariel]

"Yah yah, got it. You all are lickin' this man's boot and heaven knows what else. But seriously, what's the matter with you guys? False loyalty by all means? You think he'd do the same for any of you?""Oh wait, ya must be one of his sex kittens, aren't ya?"



Ingrid shook with anger as this man disregarded the facts that she just laid before his feet and continued to berate her family. "I'm his sister..." Ingrid hissed through her teeth as her stewing annoyance with her captor began to churn into somewhat of a raging hatred, "...And not only would he do the same for me, he's out there looking for me right now. And when he finds me here in shackles being reprimanded by the vile of your lot, he will make you all suffer for your crimes. And you bet your fucking ass you'll be first." Sparing no haste, Ingrid lost any sort of composure she had left holding her back and spat right in the face of the one who tipped her over the edge.

[DarkSideCookie]

"I'm his sister..."

"So what?", Merle replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Hot stuff's rare in these times." Another throaty laughter was drowned by her next words.

"...And not only would he do the same for me, he's out there looking for me right now. And when he finds me here in shackles being reprimanded by the vile of your lot, he will make you all suffer for your crimes. And you bet your fucking ass you'll be first."

He was just going to utter another comment with an admittedly by this time overly annoyed attitude when suddenly something was hitting him right in the face. Without any more warning, as he felt like he had given enough of them already, Merle gave her a slap in hers. "You think this is a game?", he started to yell at her while wiping the spit off his face. "I'm sick of this we're Negan crap! You say he'd come for ya and make me suffer my crimes... Let's see if ya end up bein' right..."

And with that Merle let his modified hand slash through her top. Bound as she was, wasn't she able to cover herself up. "O-ho, and you hoaxed me into believin' he never got a taste of these?", he stated with a lewd grin. By this time Merle was actually rather indifferent as for the task, his boss had given to him, which was to not lay a hand upon her.

[Ariel]

Ingrid had sure been through a hell of a lot in these dire times - though the strike the interrogator gave her cheek was one of the hardest she had endured. So hard, that the corner of her dehydrated, dry mouth cracked and bled down the side of her chin. 

"You think this is a game?", "I'm sick of this we're Negan crap! You say he'd come for ya and make me suffer my crimes... Let's see if ya end up bein' right..."



Bloodied chin hung in pain, the front of her top had now been ripped open by the man's weapon of a hand. Yet, she didn't struggle or attempt to move away in her tight bondage. No. If this man wanted his way with her, there was no doubt in Ingrid's mind that it would happen against her own will.

"O-ho, and you hoaxed me into believin' he never got a taste of these?"



"I don't think even the governor would approve of this...," Tears started to stream down Ingrids cheeks as she sat tied down to the chair, helpless to changing the outcome of the situation, "...If you d-do this, h-he will make you pay...h-he will kill you...," Ingrid's whole body trembled. Even if she called for help, no one would hear her helpless cries. It was just her alone to face the big bad wolf. 

[DarkSideCookie]

Merle wasn't actually sure himself what had made him go so far with her, but right now, he didn't waste any thought of that anyway. This might not be about any sort of lechery at all, as inwardly he was still angry and pissed about how she had played him for a fool. She hadn't taken heed of his warnings before, so now he had to make them into action.

"I don't think even the governor would approve of this...,"

"You think I'd be his little bitch like you all are Negan's?", Merle asked in a tone that was giving away he wasn't seeing himself like he was. If nothing else but a little step beyond the line would draw this Negan asshole out, so be it. And with that decision, Merle went on with ripping Ingrid's clothes off to take what shouldn't be taken without permission.

"...If you d-do this, h-he will make you pay...h-he will kill you...,"

Instead of giving an answer to that, Merle raised the only hand he had towards her mouth to cover it up. Even if this didn't remain their dark little secret, she would regret to have underestimated him. If Negan was going to come here to get him, he shall come.

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The act of violence hadn't been of long continuance, but as soon as it was over, silence was filling the dark cold cell. Only the sound of removing steps was to hear until those were fading away as well, together with the echo of the closing door.

[Ariel]

The flow of tears turned into a river as Ingrid sobbed uncontrollably, her agonized whimpering muffled by the grimy hand that pressed firmly over her mouth. But there was no point in screaming. No longer a reason or rhyme to struggling any longer. Any sort of reasonable humanity this man may have had left in this moment was gone and replaced with fury and vengeance, and Ingrid had no idea if she would even come out of this alive. Frozen in fear, she let it all happen in her vulnerable state. And when it was over, she remained unmoved in the numbness her captor left her in. 


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