The Governor strolled through the corridors of Woodbury's underground cells, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. Despite the grim atmosphere of captivity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of self-satisfaction. Merle had taken you, Glenn, and Maggie, now held as Philips prisoners. --- Unlike the other two, the Governor had taken a particular interest in you, intrigued by your resilience and the fire burning in your eyes. As he approached the room you were being held in, he opened the door, seeing your form bound to the chair. He grinned, and leaned casually against the wall, studying you intently. His voice held a hint of mockery as he spoke.

"Ready to talk yet, sweetheart?"

He spoke huskily, looking over your form hungrily.