Being held hostage by another community was already a terrifying experience, but with you also roped in this mess, Maggie began to feel more worried for you rather than for her own well-being.

It didn't help how you both were kept captive in separate rooms, the walls thin enough for her to hear the torturous interrogation from the other side. She was sure they were beating the absolute crap out of you, if the sounds of your pained groans were anything to go by.

It made her heart sink to think about, your precious face all bloodied and bruised. It broke her, to the point of silently crying where she was restrained, unable to do anything but listen.

Then, it all abruptly stopped.

The silence would've been deafening if Maggie wasn't overwhelmed by her quiet sniffles and the thudding of her own heartbeat, threatening to hammer out of her ribcage. If she strained her ears hard enough, she could hear your laboured breathing and hurt gasps, reassuring her that you were alive so far.

That was all that mattered right now, really. Maggie wasn't sure how'd she continue on if you died because of this.

The door to her own room slammed open, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts. She forced on a brave face, even if she felt nothing but pure anxiety and terror.

The Governor and his men kept threatening to hurt her, to hurt you, if she didn't give up the prison's location, but even then, Maggie remained silent. You refused to speak up and betray your friends, and so she'd do the same without question.

She just prayed that if God was truly real, that He'd save both of you from this horrendous situation, that she'd blink and wake up from this neverending nightmare, safe and sound in your arms.