When The Camellia Wilts | The Walking Dead Fanfiction

The Walls Can Talk

A.N: They're finally meeting! 

"I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving away." 

- Gustav Mahler 

A loud and sharp clang woke her up from her unconsciousness, disorienting her for a while. When she came to, she realised that she was in a room with rusted steel walls and tainted wood. Trying to stand up, she realised as she glanced down that she was tied to her chair. 

She gritted her teeth and attempted to yank her wrist out of the rope, groaning in pain as the dry cloth pushed onto her skin and against her bones. 

"Ah ah ah!" 

Her head whipped towards the voice and her blood immediately boiled over. He grinned and waved his artificial hand, "You're gonna hurt yourself, sweetheart!" his eyes dropped to her heaving chest, chuckling to himself. The sound of his chuckle was like nails on chalkboard, grinding Aliya's gears. 

She understood that this man thrived at her reactions. So she just sat still, staring him down. He opened his mouth to speak up when a voice cut him off, "Merle!" his grin immediately dropped as he looked back at the governor who stood in the doorway. 

Merle dropped his gaze before nodding politely at him, "Gov'nor." he glanced at Aliya for a second before hesitantly going out of the room. The man stared at her deeply, taking her image in, and like a predator, walked towards her slowly. 

The silence gripped at her nerves, an involuntary gasp coming out when he waved a knife at her face, dragging it against her cheeks before finally cutting her ties loose. He loomed at her back for a while, his hands running through her back before leaving her alone to sit on the chair on the opposite side of the table. 

He smacked his lips and shrugged his shoulders, "We," he pursed his lips, "got off on the wrong foot, don't you think?" his head tilted a bit, gouging her reaction. Or lack, thereof. He sighed as if disappointed, "You have to understand that your people stole from us." 

She stood up abruptly, pushing the table separating them, towards him, hitting him in the stomach. "I'll fucking kill you!" she lunged at him but he was too strong, grabbing a handful of her head and bashing her head onto the steel table. Without letting go of her hair, he lifted her head up and pushed his lips onto her ear, "Your people killed a handful of my men." he pulled at her hair once more. 

"I'm just giving my people what they deserve." he whispered before dragging her to the ground, straddling her. He had his knees on each of her wrists, disabling her from reaching out to hit him. Aliya groaned and tried to buck him off of her, "Go to hell!" she croaked out as he lifted his fist up before pounding on her face. 

She could only take so much punches before she was swinging in and out of consciousness, her brain completely losing control of her whole body. His smile became more sinister as he pulled on her shirt, "You don't need this." he licked his lips as he tugged her shirt off completely, exposing her flimsy bra.