Re: TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham)
Clem didn't scare easy, even with Jude's constant warnings that this man would hurt her, and that Graham wouldn't raise a finger to stop him. Until Alex went trying to kill her with a big old truck, no one had ever done a thing to the little heiress from the south. And even now, she associated that kind of violence with Alex, and with Alex alone. It came with all that entitlement, the surety that nothing was going to be brave enough to even go swatting at her.
She stood there while he walked, and she didn't move as he sat on the bunk.
"Graham knows who I am just fine," she insisted. She knew she looked some like her sister, but she was born-and-bred vain, and she was unshakably certain that Graham liked her for herself. She knew the man was determined to keep her living on account of her sister, but her self-esteem was too good to think he didn't like her for who she was in her own right. "It's not manipulative if I can't control it. What would you have me do? Ignore the man." She motioned at the cell. "We live in little concrete boxes, Shane, and I can't change my face. Anyways, you're wrong. He knows I'm not Lore."