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𝘅𝘅𝗶𝗶. 𝗝𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲, 𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿

Warnings: Mature language, Death, Torture, Violence, Gore, Blood, Mentions of sexual assault and rape, Slurs such as slut and whore, Mentions of death, Hints of addiction, Pregnancy.

❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢.❞

"𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐭 him again." I smirked as Daddy threw another punch to Randall's face, I joined in hitting him a couple times. "Ya leave the hittin' ta me kid, actually why don't ya leave him ta me Ada I don't want ya hurt." Daddy told me. "Nah, Randall has had this comin'." I assured my dad slamming my fist in his face before he fell to the floor laughing in pain. "I told you." He wheezed. "Ya ain't told us shit!" Dad yelled shoving him against the wall. "I-I barely knew those guys, I met em on the road." Randall shouted back.

"How many then?" I glared as I got a knife out and handed it to daddy, "No, no, no come on man please! Addison! Addison tell him!" He pleaded before squeaking when Daryl put the knife near his dick. "How many!" He shouted. "Uh, uh thirty- thirty guys." Randall stuttered in response. "Where?" Dad ordered as I tore on of his bandages off and he yelped.

"I don't know! I don't know, please...We were never in any place for more than a night." Randall stammered as my biological uncle held the knife against his skin, "Bet ya were scoutin' huh? What? Plannin' on bein' a local?" I quizzed. "I-I-I don't know. They left me behind for Christ sake!" He whined. "Ya ever cut off a scab? Ya gotta get right against the skin." Daddy sneered. "Stop! I'm trying to cooperate with you!" Randal tried to reason.

"My girl Genevieve used ta say it's better ta start slow first..." I began smirking, I loved Gem not see her since she got jailed a year ago- when I'd just turned sixteen, it's my birthday in two days, not seen her fine ass since. "Then later ya gotta rip it off...." Daddy agreed pressing the knife into his scab. "Argh! They-They have weapons- heavy stuff. Automatics... But I didn't do anything." He pleaded. "Ya boys shot at ma boys, tried ta take this farm. Ya just went along for the ride? Ya tryna tell me ya innocent!" Dad shouted.

"Yes!" He shouted back. "Innocent ma ass!" I sneered. "These people, they took me in! Not just guys- b-bu-but a whole group of em, men and women. Uh, kids too, just like ya people. Ya wanna look out for ya kid. Thought I'd have a better chance with 'em yanno, we just go out scavenging us men. We found a lil campsite, this man and his two daughters. Ya age, real young and real cute." Randall began to explain.

I do not like where he's going with this, neither did Daryl cause we both looked at him with a scowl and worried eyes. "The dad had to watch while these guys, they- well they didn't even kill them afterwards. Just made him watch and the daughters they... But I-I didn't do nothing. I swear I ain't touched--" He went on when daddy kicked him in the nuts.

"Please man ya gotta believe me I ain't like that." Randall whimpered as I took the knife off daddy. "Take a break daddy, I got this now." I promised. "Five minutes." He huffed walking off.