Re: TWD: Clem & Isaac
"Aren't you being real nice and plenty obliging?" she said when he offered up all that information about how to keep safe. Even if his arm over her shoulders felt like being suffocated, and even if it reminded her of games they'd played when she wasn't legal enough to be playing them. Maybe it was that good for nothing mall, and the fact that the boy wearing Beau's face had reminded her a whole lot of Isaac's brand of masochism, fingers sliding past her panties and a whole lot of evil brewing behind his eyes.
"We'll be out of here soon enough," she said, thinking aloud and she should of kept that to herself, but she wasn't real good at thinking when he was there. She'd have nightmares tonight, like she always did when she hid things inside her that were old and bad. She'd dream of that dead family, and she'd dream of the sex she and Isaac had while they were dying over things she'd done. She wondered, some days, if he was ever sorry for it.