The Walking Dead ( Private between myself and Traveler)

[Semper Fi]

Kat stood stiff as she was handcuffed, but she heard the men's order to kill Jasper, then Daryl's shout. The dog gave one quick look at Kat before he bolted out the door. The injury to his hip didn't seem to slow the big dog down. He cleared the four foot gate with ease and kept running towards the woods. The dog disappeared and Kat was relieved. She knew the dog wouldn't go far and he'd always circle back. But for now he was safe.

She really wasn't surprised that the leader wanted Jasper dead. He really did a number on that arm, and would've done worse if Kat hadn't called him off once she'd managed to get away. Kat made eye contact with Daryl, as the leader grabbed her by the arm, dragging her towards the door.

 

[Traveler]

The man with the rifle slammed it's stock across Daryl's head, then kicked him to the ground. They got his arms yanked up behind him and clicked the cuffs into place. Soon they were all making their way back towards the house Kat and Daryl had been in. For some reason it gave Daryl renewed hope; the two of them knew that house. They had stuff stashed. The intruders might have the advantage now, but eventually he was certain they could turn it all around.

Daryl limped along, pretending to be hurt worse than he was. There was no reason to let the assholes know that he had some fight left in him. Once they were at the house they drug him to the garage and hoisted his arms up high behind his back using a rope thrown over one of the rafters. He grunted in pain. His shoulders felt like they were going to be torn out of their sockets.

Another pair started to throw a second rope over another rafter about four feet away, presumably for Kat.

"Now we get to finish what we started," the leader boasted to the her. He licked his bottom lip and looked her over, tits to toes. "It'll be sweeter with your boyfriend here watching and abso-fucking-lutely unable to stop us."

 

[Semper Fi]

Kat let herself be dragged along with Daryl back to the house they stayed in. Instincts told her that her dog was still nearby, she could feel him watching her. She knew he would remain close, ready if She called him. Once inside she winced as she watched Daryl being strung up, it certainly looked painful. Pale eyes glared at the leader as he spoke to her. "I can't wait to watch you die." She said it so bluntly, so matter of factly, like there was no other alternative other than him dying. And to Kat, now there wasn't. She's been content to go their separate ways after the first attack, but now, they'd intentionally hunted her down, she would not risk it happening again. They tied her up as well, though her hands were in fr9Mr of her, so it was a bit more comfortable, though still painful on her ribs. Her eyes looked at Daryl, hoping he was okay and still had enough energy to fight when the time came, she hoped that she had enough energy for it too.

 

[Traveler]

The leader laughed. He wiped at his eyes, as if the very thought of her watching him die was laughable. He motioned to one of his men, and they lashed her wrists to the rope and then yanked her up enough that her feet were no longer supporting her weight. One of the men went up behind her and ran his hands over her waist and over her hips before reaching around to the front of her pants, undoing her pants and belt from behind. He pressed his body against her ass, his hard-on evident through his denim.

"We're going to fuck you, and then we're going to punish you for running away, while your boyfriend watches. Then you'll get to watch us cut him into fucking pieces. Once he's changed we're going to fuck you again, and then we'll let him go so he can have his turn with you." The leader grinned, revealing a silver tooth in the back of his mouth.

"Bitch, you're going to rue the day you fought back. You should have been our little camp whore; then all of this would have never happened."

The rifleman laughed. "Yeah, and I'm going to kill your fucking dog, too."

The leader grinned and nodded to the man behind Kat, who began to yank her pants down with hard, forceful tugs. Daryl groaned softly but didn't struggle. He was having a difficult time keeping his shoulders from dislocating. They were gonna need a miracle if they were going to survive this mess.