you had always sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t ever oblige to the complete and utter sadist you forcefully call your leader, your “savior”

but there you were, after he found you trying to escape the sanctuary; he made you kneel before him and beg for forgiveness - tears streamed down your cheeks as the rest of his men watched with interest

“what was that darlin’? say it again” he smirks, holding his bat, lucille up to your face