𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘
no one in the history of torture has been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with

IZZY GASPED AWAKE, her head pounding harshly against her ears, but, within seconds, she realized she was tied down to a chair in a dark room, a makeshift gag in her mouth.

She tried to pull at the rope that had her hands tied together behind her, but, to no avail, it was too tight and was rubbing her wrists raw.

Footsteps were then heard, making her freeze in her actions and her eyes snapped to the barely visible door.

Her dark, hooded eyes scanned the room, trying to find a way out, she even thought of breaking down the door, but quickly threw that idea to the back of her mind, knowing that it would make a lot of noise.

She huffed and leaned back in the chair, trying to act like she wasn't scared, she wasn't, but she was worried about what happened to Glenn and Maggie.

Whoever the person was, they allowed their footsteps to echo off the walls announcing their arrival.

Her eyes squinted and stung when a harsh light entered through the now open door.

"Looky here!" The man chuckled, it was harsh and humorless. "The little warrior is awake!"

Izzy only glared at him, her eyes narrowed into slits, a cold, dangerous glint in them. He grinned as she said nothing, most likely because of the gag, so he stepped forward and removed it, throwing it down on the floor.

"I'm the Governor," the man said, sitting down on the edge of a table, inches away from her. "What's your name, doll-face?"

Izzy clenched her jaw, her cold eyes never leaving his, and she stayed silent. She didn't know who the fuck this ugly looking asshole was or what he wanted.

"Okay." He nodded, humming. "I heard you broke Merle's nose and almost strangled him with your legs." He looked her up and down, taking in her much smaller appearance. She didn't look like someone who could do much damage to someone, especially someone much bigger and stronger. "He says you have one hell of a right hook."

She tilted her head, smirking, but still didn't say anything. She could see that he was slowly growing more irritated.

"You'd be doing a big favor to yourself if you'd respond to me," he spat, his blue eyes narrowing.

She looked more intently at the man and found it funny and satisfying as he grew more and more frustrated the more she didn't speak. She couldn't help but smile once she heard him let out a growl.

"Tell me where your camp is," he demanded, standing up and bending over to stare straight into her eyes, their faces inches apart.

She only clicked her tongue and leaned her head back, grinning. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." She batted her eyelashes, trying to look all innocent, but he saw through her facade and growled, his breath fanning her face. "But, what I do know is that you need a mint or some shit 'cause your breath smells."

"Oh, you sure do have a mouth on ya," he spoke, grinning, leaning away from her and took his seat back on the table, nodding. He let his blue eyes take in her form once more, trying to find a weak spot, but, even though the girl was small, she looked as tough as nails. "Merle said that you fought with some great force for how small you are."

Izzy grinned. "Yeah, so, I would refrain from demanding things because I might get annoyed and bust your fucking nose like I did him."

The man, the Governor or whatever the hell he liked to be called, let out a humorless chuckle. In seconds, he turned serious and marched towards her, punching her in the face, making her head swing to the side.

Izzy was more than angry now. She gathered saliva and blood in her mouth and turned around to look at the man, and spat in his face.

He growled, his big, buck teeth showing. "You fucking bitch!" He shouted, grabbing her by the hair and pulled out a small hand knife. "I could slit your throat here and now and not feel remorse." He watched her face, waiting for an reaction, but got nothing, making him even angrier, causing him to raise the knife and slice her cheek. He made a line with the knife from her cheek bone all the way down to her chin.

Izzy sucked in a breath and tensed, but, did nothing else. The Governor roughly shoved her head back and took a few steps away from her.

"See what you made me do!" He shouted, tsking, putting away his knife. "Now, tell me where your camp is or I'm gonna have to do much worse than that."

"You can do whatever you want to me and you can ask me whatever, but the answer's gonna be the exact same; screw you," Izzy told him, not letting her guard down. She was definitely not going to let this psycho know where her family eats and sleeps. She watched as he let out a huff, his eyes narrowing. "You want to get mad? You want to get mean? I've been tortured more times than I can count. So, you, you're just an idiot with a stupid name. What can you do to me?"

The Governor watched with amazed eyes as she sat up in her seat with confident and no fear whatsoever. She was tough and stubborn, and he could respect that, but, she was getting on his last nerves, and all he wants to do is watch her suffer.

"Okay." He nodded, stood up and pulled a lever.

Izzy jumped slightly went cold water started to pour down on her. She looked up, blinking multiple times as water pelted her all over her face. She saw one of those shower things that they would have in science classrooms at school.

She then lowered her eyes and looked at the Governor who was smirking. "A cold shower? That's your play?" She started to shiver, but she ignored that fact and smiled, tilting her head.

Minutes went by and Izzy was still shivering like a Chihuahua, but she wasn't giving in like the Governor thought she would. He sighed and turned the water off.

He rubbed his chin. "Interesting," he mumbled. Everyone always cracked, but, yet, this small, fiesty girl was not. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to know where your camp is," he spoke up, wanting to find her weak spot so he could watch her suffer and to see her break right in front of him.

"Screw you," She forced out, blowing out a trembling breath. She was cold and hungry, and was aching all over, but like she told him earlier, she's been through so much worse.

"What do you imagine is happening here?" He questioned, taking a seat in front of her. "You think you're being some sort of hero?" He chuckled, watching her shiver. "We'll, I gotta tell you, kiddo, you're not a hero nor are you brave for doing this." He shook his head. "Just tell me where your camp is."

She tilted her chin upwards. "What? So, you can tie them up to a chair, too? So, that you can torture or kill them? No fucking thanks, psycho." Her lips trembled, but she didn't let that stop her from saying her next few words. "So, screw you!"

"Okay, have it your way, bitch," he snarled, standing up. He marched towards her and threw a punch to her face. "I have had it with you! You either tell me where the fuck your camp is or I'm going to kill your pathetic friends!"

Izzy tensed and rose her eyes to him, feeling pure hatred towards him. "If you even lay one fucking finger on them, I'm going to make sure that you watch as I kill everyone you ever cared about, and then I'll make sure your death is slow and painful!" She stared into his eyes, making sure he knew how real her words were. She smirked once she saw his hard exterior falter slightly for a split second before he grinned.

"Aha!" He shouted, smirking smugly, finally finding her weak spot. "I just found what makes you weak — your friends."

Izzy sucked in an angry breath. "Screw you, asshat!"

He laughed loudly, clapping his hands. "You wanna start talking now or should I go on down the hall and pay a visit to your precious friends?"

She pursed her lips, hoping that Maggie and Glenn will protect eachother. "Screw you," She repeated while slowly trying to undo the knots that had her hands tied together.

He let out a booming yell in frustration before he punched her in the face, over and over, and over again until she was barely able to hold her own head up.

He let out a huff, his chest puffing up and down. "Feel like telling me now?" He questioned, staring down at her, admiring his handiwork. "Or should I go a little more extreme?"

"The camp, it's—" Izzy let out a wheeze, her head pounding. She saw him lean forward, intrigued. "It's up your fucking ass!"

He let out another growl before storming out of the room, yelling out profanities. Izzy couldn't help herself but let out a pained laugh, her laugh following him all the way down the hall.

Hours past by and she sat in the chair, unable to move a muscle without hissing or wanting to scream out in pain and frustration. Her eyes kept fluttering from open to close, but she knew that she couldn't fall asleep. She was afraid that if she closed her eyes more than for a few seconds, she would go back to that first pit that she's been haunted by since the first time she's been in it. It still gives her nightmares.

One small part of her, though, wanted to give in, but she knew that it wouldn't be any good. Plus, she was gonna prove to everyone that she wasn't going to crack, that she wasn't going to give up. Afterall, Winchester's never give up, they keep fighting, always finding a way out of their messes and, more importantly, other people's messes.

Ipzzy grunted, feeling the want to just close her eyes so that she wouldn't feel the hurt anymore.

Her was sore and she could faintly feel the slight warm tickles of what she realized was blood, dripping down her face and onto the floor.

Upon hearing Glenn shouting and walker growls, she numbly lifted her head, her imagination growing wild. Her heartbeat picked up and she knew, that something was happening to Glenn and that he probably wouldn't be able to go against a walker, especially what sounded like two.

She didn't even hesitate as she used all her strength and lifted up, bringing the chair with her. She then ran backwards towards the wall and slammed into it as hard as she possibly could, successfully breaking it.

She fell to the ground in a heap, breathing in and out deeply, feeling her body want to shut down, but, she got a big burst of adrenaline when she heard Glenn let out a loud, deafening yell of what sound like victory. She let out a breath and stood up, using the table for balance.

"Thank you, Chuck," She mumbled, knowing that Glenn was okay, because she didn't hear anymore growles, but only Glenn shouting out words that she never thought he would say.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Izzy looked up, her eyes wide when she saw Merle walk into the room she was held in. His blue eyes glanced over at the broken chair and he looked on in surprise.

"Damn, woman. We really underestimated you," He said, walking towards her. She was too weak to push herself away from him, so that was why he easily gripped her neck, clutching it tightly, making her choke.

He grinned and threw her roughly to the ground, and watched in amusement when she tried to crawl away from him. "Uh-uh," he tsked before kicking her in the back, sending her flying halfway across the room.

"Ya really are one tough son of a bitch," He said, crouching down to her, moving he hair out of her face. "And ya really do have such a beautiful face... or, well, you did." He laughed, gripping her throat again, and lifted her up off of the ground, her feet barely touching the cold foor.

She gasped, clutching at his hands, trying to breathe, but, he just tightened his hold on her.

"It's a shame, really. You would've been one great ally, but you just had to be ome stupid bitch." He shook his head, looking up and down at her wet form. "He really did a number on ya, didn't he?"

"Dar-Daryl will never forgive you," She choked out, making his hold on her neck halter for a second before he glared and tightened. "Ah!" She tippy-toed, trying to suck in as much of air as she could.

"What do you know about my brother?!" He demanded, but she didn't answer, she wasn't able to because of the hold he had on her neck. He let out an angered growl and head-butted her harshly before letting her fall to the ground again. He spat down on her and then kicked her in the head like he had done before when he kidnapped her, Glenn, and Maggie.

He grinned when he watched her eyes flutter close.

THE DOOR TO Izzy's room swung open and a gasp was heard. The figure who opened the door ran towards Izzy's unconscious figure.

"Son of a bitch!" The figure let out a bunch of curse words, checking her pulse, finding it very weak.

The person grew even more worried once she saw many, many bruises all over the small brunettes body, more specifically her head. Her flannel was ripped wide open — probably from being kicked multiple times — and it showed many huge growing bruises all over her stomach and back.

"Fuck!" The figure hissed. "Come on, please, come on, Izzy. Please!" They pleaded and cried, grabbing the brunette, trying to get them both in a standing position, but they were struggling. "Come on!" She whisper-shouted.

"Hey!"

The figure who was holding Izzy, turned around upon hearing a familiar voice close by. It was one of the guys that she had ran into a few minutes ago. They were looking for their group members.

"Rick!" She shouted, gaining the group's attention. "Daryl!"

The group consisted of Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Oscar, and a dark skinned woman named Michonne.

They all froze when they saw Izzy's unconscious, bloody, and bruised figure. Both Rick and Daryl ran forwards, grabbing the brunnete's body, pulling her up into a standing position.

The figure got in front of the brunette and grabbed her face gently, crying.

Slowly, but surely, Izzy's eyes fluttered open for a second. At first, all she saw was a blurry figure, but then it turned into a face, a very familiar face.

"Claire?"

Izzy's eyes then fluttered close and she grew unconcious again.

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i was going to have the person be dean and sam, but i think it made more sense to be claire, and because i want you guys to suffer for the siblings reunion. also, i wanted it to be different than my other two supernatural/walking dead crossovers, so. . .