Flight

She wasn’t going to get caught like this. She ran.

They were upon her almost immediately. There were three of them, and much faster than her. They wrestled her to the ground and pinned her arms at her sides. She struggled and kicked out, but was unable to prevent them turning her over onto her back.

{If Tom = 1}The apparent leader of the group kneeled over her, one leg on each side of her hips. It was Tom, from yesterday! He recognised her, surprise flooding his face. ‘Queen Negana, we meet again!’ The staring man sat to the left, staring at her breasts. The other one was to her right and spoke to Tom. ‘She must have escaped, we should take her back to camp.’ {else}The apparent leader of the group kneeled over her, one leg on each side of her hips. All three of them wore cloth outfits with leather padding, the leader smiled menacingly at her, the one sitting to her left just stared at her breasts with his mouth wide open. The other one, sitting to the right, spoke to the leader. ‘Tom, I think this is Negana, she must have escaped. We should take her back to camp.’{endif}

‘Our queen is going to be very pleased with us when we drag you back to her,’ Tom sneered. ‘Sit her up,’ he commanded the other two, ‘we are going to tie her up and take her back.’

‘How are we going to tie her up?’ asked the other one.

Tom smiled. He raised himself up off Negana’s stomach, reached between his legs and ripped her skirt off. ‘Oh, not this again,’ thought Emily. She was naked again, and there was nothing she could do about it, being held in place by these three thugs. This time, although she felt ashamed and embarrassed there was something else. Tom ripped her flimsy skirt into strips and began tying them together to make a rope. The new feeling was bubbling up inside Emily, overtaking everything else. What was it? She grew tense, the world turned red. It was rage. She was fucking furious that these three little shits should dare to do this to her. She was fucking Negana, Queen of the Saviours, and they would rue the day they thought they could treat her like this.

She brought her knee up hard and felt it connect with Tom’s pelvis. He screamed, his face instantly turning red, and rolled over clutching his balls. The other two were shocked and released Negana who grabbed her weapons and ran a few feet away. She quickly notched an arrow and fired at the staring man. He was her least favourite, even over Tom. The arrow hit him in the chest and bounced off harmlessly. ‘Oh, bollocks,’ he grumbled, and lay down on his back.

She fired another arrow, hitting the other guy. He nodded and lay down on his side. Negana dropped the bow, picked up her sword and walked slowly over to Tom. She felt like a Valkyrie, she felt powerful, and suddenly didn’t care that she was naked apart from her boots. She had just killed two men and was about to kill a third. She was fucking unstoppable.

Tom had vomited while she was killing his friends. She must have kneed him really hard. Good. She picked up the shreds of her skirt, then grabbed Tom’s wrists and tied them behind his back. He was clearly in so much pain he couldn’t stop her, his face red and sweaty. ‘I don’t want you rubbing yourself to ease the pain. I want you to remember this feeling in you balls, Tom,’ she said. ‘Any time you think you can treat somebody the way you have treated me, I want you to think about how your testicles feel right now.’

She considered killing him, and decided it was better for him to savour the pain he was in. Then she remembered that this was just a game and she wasn’t really killing anybody, so she drew her rubber sword across his throat.