A/N: Just a warning, this one is extreme.

Clementine had taken a while to fall asleep, worried sick about Y/N and where he could be. She was suddenly woken in the morning, not by Y/N gently whispering to her like he did every morning, not by Bonnie gently shaking her like the previous morning, but by Troy kicking her in the stomach.

Clementine looked up at him furious and snapped:

"Don't kick me. It's rude! Where's Y/N?"

"Get up. Bill wants a word" Troy snapped back, ignoring Clementine's words. She got up and walked over to the others who were being stood in front of Carver at gunpoint- Bonnie, Tavia, Vince and Wyatt being joined by Troy in pointing AK47s at the prisoners.

"Good morning. I trust you're all enjoying your new home? There's been increased walker activity along the fence, so be mindful when outside the walls. The herd's moved a little closer as of this morning, but that still doesn't necessarily mean we'll be hit. Know we're monitoring the-"

"Where's Y/N?" Clementine asked loudly.

Bill glared at her, Sarita gently grabbed her arm at the side at the same time Bonnie attempted to signal Clem with her eyes to be silent. Bill continued:

"As I said we are monitoring the situation. Now some folks may be sore about what happened but-"

"Where's Y/N?" Clementine asked again, glaring at Carver as she did.

"That's it, come here girl" Carver snapped, death glaring the girl.

"She didn't mean nothing, she's just-"

"Quiet Bec, unless you want one of what she's about to get" Carver snapped. Clem walked forward fearlessly, staring into Carver's eyes.

"What did you say girlie?" Bill asked.

"Where's-"

Clem was cut off as Bill reached back and in one hard slap knocked her to the ground. Clementine cried out in pain, but still glared up with hatred at Bill, even as she bled from the side of her mouth.

"You motherf-"

Kenny had charged but was quickly met with a gun to the temple from Troy, sending him crashing to the ground.

Carver glared down at Clementine, an evil grin on his face as he began speaking again:

"When I grew up, my family lived on a big stable. My father trained horses for rich assholes so they could turn up and ride perfect model ponies. Most of the time it was an easy job, but every now and then there was a very special beast that came along. These beasts were usually the best- the fastest, the strongest, but they were also the most stubborn and wild. They had to be broken down, until they knew who owned them. That boy is the same. He's gonna be my greatest asset, a cold blooded killer like him. He just needs breaking first. Work out who owns him now."

Carver finished with a sadistic chuckle.

"You fucking son of a bitch" Kenny snapped, still trying to get back to his feet.

"Hurry up and get to work" Carver barked before he turned and left.

"You ok darling?" Kenny asked before Troy yelled at him to fucking move.

"You're with me. You too Reggie, Sarah. You need to learn to keep your fucking mouth shut" Tavia said as she glared at Clementine. Sarah held her hand out to help Clementine up before they heard yelling from inside the main building.

Tavia ran in, the two girls following as they looked up at Carver's office window in shock. Y/N was stood there with one of Carver's men, Lowell. Y/N looked terrible, his face and chest purple and bruised, but all Carver was worried about what the large knife Y/N had at Lowell's throat.

"You think this through boy! This won't end well for you" Carver yelled up before one of his office windows shattered, Lowell's head going through it, instantly bleeding and looking disoriented.

"Knock Knock" Y/N yelled before the second large open window shattered, again from Lowell's head.

"I said knock knock" Y/N yelled again.

"Who's there?" Carver asked, toying with Y/N as Troy and Tyler edged around, quietly beginning to climb up the stairs.

"Butter"

"Heh- butter who?" Carver chuckled.

Y/N's lip curled as he replied:

"Well you butter get out your umbrellas cos it is about to Goddamn rain" Y/N snarled down before slicing deeply across Lowell's throat. Both the prisoners and Carver's group reacted with terror as blood splashed down, Y/N quickly stabbing Lowell's stomach, running the knife across and disembowelling him, blood and viscera spraying onto Carver, Vince and Wyatt before Lowell's body was quickly tossed down after it.

Y/N was quickly tackled from behind, pulled down as Troy and Tyler could be seen punching and kicking, Troy yelling "get the fucking ropes."

—~—

Clementine had been quickly rushed to the roof at gunpoint along with Sarah and Reggie. They were pushed into one of the greenhouses by Tavia who snapped:

"Fuckin' do what Reggie says!"

"No worries you can count on us" Reggie smiled, Clementine though wasn't having it. A trail of blood leaked from the side of her mouth as she said spitefully.:

"Hey Tavia."

"What?" Tavia snapped turning round. Clementine spat blood at her feet and smiled.

"He was number one. You're all going to die you know. Every single one of you."

For the first time Tavia showed fear on her face, mumbling "don't fuck up Reggie" and quickly walking out the door. Reggie turned to the two girls and smiled awkwardly:

"Ok so even though what that shitty kid did was super fucked up, we've got an important job to do and-"

"FUCK YOU!" Clementine roared angrily, Sarah grabbing her to hold her back.

"They're hurting him up there and you call him shitty? Fuck You!" Clementine yelled again, turning and walking to the back of the greenhouse, sitting down. Reggie seemed to panic as he turned to Sarah:

"Just pick the berries and trim off any dead leaves for composting"

He looked at Clementine who appeared to be barely holding back tears.

"Make sure she does her work too ok. I've got one arm, it's hard enough for me."

Sarah looked at Clementine and turned back to Reggie, sighing and answering "yeah whatever."

Sarah walked over to her friend, asking gently:

"You ok Clementine?"

Clem shook her head as tears fell down her cheeks and she whimpered:

"They're torturing him, I know it."

Sarah was onto Clem in a moment, hugging her tight as Clementine's walls broke.

—~—

It had taken nearly twenty minutes for Clementine to calm down, Sarah hugged her the whole time. Just as Sarah was about to let go she heard Reggie say panicking:

"Bill's coming. You didn't do any work. Fuck fuck fu-"

Bill walked in and chuckled: "Hell of a morning wasn't it. Just wanted to-"

He stopped as he looked at the bushes and empty baskets in front of the two girls:

"What the fuck happened Reggie? You were in charge!"

Reggie looked like he had actually spoiled himself as he stammered:

"Look, Bill, they were upset, and me with my arm, it's just not the eas- I just ha- I have one arm, so-"

"Shut up, shut up. Shut the fuck up. You two wait out there. Now!"

Sarah was terrified, knowing what Carver was capable of, and quickly grabbed Clementine's hand, dragging her outside the greenhouse. Muffled yelling could be heard from inside as Sarah squeezed Clementine's hands.

"Clem listen to me ok. Listen to me. You hate him, and I hate him too, but whatever he says agree with. He's even craz-"

Sarah was cut off as the door sprung open, Reggie whimpering "No no Bill please" before Bill launched him off the side of the building.

The two girls looked on in shock before Carver turned with a look of fury:

"Clementine get downstairs and to the armoury, Bonnie wants to see you. Sarah get back in the greenhouse, we need a chat."

Sarah mouthed "go" to Clementine who nodded and turned, quickly leaving the roof.

—~—

Clementine walked down the stairs quickly, hyperventilating as she did. She stormed into the armoury, slamming the door as she sat across from Bonnie.

"Clem what's- are you ok? You're shaking like a leaf" Bonnie gasped.

"Carver killed Reggie" Clementine snapped as she wrung her hands together.

"He- he what?" Bonnie asked horrified. "Maybe it was a-"

"He threw him off the roof because me and Sarah wouldn't work" Clementine snapped again.

Bonnie shot up on her feet.

"You. You wait here. I need to see Bill and-"

She stopped dead at Clementine's next words.

"You knew they were torturing Y/N, didn't you. You lied to me again."

Bonnie turned round and began walking to the desk.

"I found this jacket for you Clem, back at the lodge. I forgot to give it to you yesterday."

She handed Clementine what Y/N would tell her was a useless item. It was bright blue, so would draw attention, it was puffy without having any substance so it would neither keep you warm nor block a bite. Clem threw it away and glared at Bonnie:

"Tell me the truth!"

Bonnie sighed and sat across from Clementine.

"Yes I knew. I walked in on them waterboarding him yesterday. I didn't want to lie to you darling I swear, but telling you would only have hurt you more."

Clementine broke again at Bonnie's admission. She didn't know what waterboarding was but it was clearly torture.

"Look just wait here ok. I need to see Bill and find out what the hell happened with Reggie."

Clementine sat in the room alone for close to twenty minutes. It would strike her later that she should have grabbed a gun and ammo, even to hide it, but she was so distraught at what Y/N was being subjected to she couldn't focus on anything but him.

At the conclusion of the twenty minutes Tavia entered the room looking shaky and said:

"Bill wants you up in his office. Now."

Clementine wiped her eyes and stood, walking towards the door when she was surprised at what sounded like fear in Tavia's voice:

"Go now. Hurry. Don't say anything Clementine. Don't say anything."

Clementine was suitably fearful as she quickly headed through the building and up the stairs leading to Bill's office. She noticed wooden boards had been placed across the windows Y/N had broken earlier.

She got to the door and braced herself, knocking before Carver called out happily:

"Come in Clementine."

Clementine opened the door, the first thing she saw being a badly beaten Alvin passed out in the corner on a chair. She turned to see Y/N topless, tied tightly against a wall. His chest and face were red and black and purple, his left eye swollen almost closed. He had bleeding rope burns on his wrist and cuts and lacerations all over as blood was dripping from his nose and the corner of his eye.

"Cl-Cl-Clemmy" he said with concern before yelling in pain. Troy was stood in front of him and had jabbed him in the ribs with a long stick. Clementine realised it was a stun gun of some kind, the blue electric sparks from the end causing Y/N obvious pain.

"No stop it" Clementine cried before Carver yelled at her:

"Hey shut up. You sit in this chair now!"

He pointed to the empty chair across from his desk and Clementine sat in it as she sobbed. Carver, who had been sat behind his desk, got up and walked around happily.

"Now actions have consequences, Clementine. You got Reggie killed today because you refused to follow instructions. I want you to watch this and know this is your fault too."

He swivelled the chair round, forcing her to watch as another electric shock was jabbed into Y/N's ribcage, eliciting another agonised yell from Y/N.

Clementine turned away as she sobbed before Carver smirked:

"Every time you look away makes Y/N's suffering longer. Troy, if you would."

—~—

Clementine was hugging herself and sobbing as the roller door to the cell was lifted, the others looking at her in horror. They had all been locked in the cell after just an hour of work following Y/N's brutal murder of Lowell, and other than Sarah telling them that Reggie had been murdered were none the wiser what was going on.

"Darling are you ok? Clem? What did they do to you? What did they fucking do to you?" Kenny roared in a panic. Rebecca held her hand out to Kenny tell him to shut up as she followed Clementine to her bed.

In fairness to Kenny he was panicking that Clementine had been raped the way she looked.

Clementine laid on her bed sobbing and hugging herself as Rebecca sat next to her.

"Clem darling, can I rub your back? Is that ok with you?" Rebecca asked tenderly.

Clementine nodded, still crying. Rebecca started to maternally rub her back as she asked supportively:

"Did anyone hurt you sweety?"

"Not me" Clementine sobbed. "They made me watch Y/N while they... while they..."

She broke again as Rebecca leant down and hugged her tightly.

"Shh. Shh. I know. I know. I'm worried about Alvin too. Y/N, you love him don't you?"

Clem could do nothing but nod as she sobbed. It had started as butterflies at the very start. Then it turned to a crush. Every act he did, every time he suffered. Every time he bled. Every time he went without. It was always for... her. To protect.... her.

She loved Y/N with all her heart.

"He loves you too girl. Don't ever doubt it"

"How can you be sure?" Clem asked, sitting back from the hug and wiping her eyes.

"Seriously? Everything you've told me he's done. You think a guy does things like that for anyone?" Rebecca chuckled.

"Well no but..."

"No buts Clem. If that's not enough it's the way he looks at you. When he looks at you and you're not looking I see the look in his eyes. It's love Clem. It's love".

Clem smiled as she wiped her eyes, her heart exploded in her chest. Did Y/N really feel the same way?

—~—

Y/N chuckled as he spat out blood. Carver was running out of patience. When the electricity didn't work they returned to punches. Carver was on the verge of taking this re-education up a gear. He'd thought better to mar the psyche than scar the flesh, but this stubborn asshole just wouldn't break.

Troy punched across Y/N's cheek again, shaking his fist afterwards. Carver asked the same question he had asked for days:

"Who do you belong to, Y/N?"

Y/N looked at Troy and Carver with the one eye he could still open and smirked menacingly.

"Who do you belong to Y/N?" Carver growled again.

"The first time I killed a man I was six years old. Asshole drug dealer tried to rape my mother. I stabbed him over and over and over. But that wasn't it..." Y/N chuckled maniacally again.

"Fuck are you babbling about?" Troy asked, causing Carver to punch his lackey in the shoulder.

"Shut up" he roared in his gravelly voice. "Who do you belong to?"

"That wasn't it. It was just after this started. Day after I met Clem... that was the day. I killed three men... I shot two of em in the forehead. Last in the throat..."

Y/N chuckled again.

"... I stood there and watched him die. That was when I knew, I could kill a man and sleep like a fucking baby. Can't remember how many I've killed now... but I made you a promise."

Y/N's head lowered again as he laughed, only the ropes that ripped into his wrists keeping him upright. Carver stormed up and gripped Y/N's face as he screamed into it.

"WHO DO YOU FUCKING BELONG TO?"

Y/N smashed his head forward, breaking Carver's nose, laughing more as Carver reeled back in pain.

"That's it" Carver yelled as he slapped Y/N across the face with a backhand. "Get the fucking blowtorch and the brand."

Troy's face lit up with evil sadistic glee as he left the office.

"One way or another you're gonna belong to me boy. You better think hard and fast about this. This is your final warning" Carver growled as he stormed out the office as well.

"Cunt" Y/N chuckled as he spat more blood. He peered up with his good eye towards Alvin who sat taped to a chair, beaten, bloody, gagged but conscious, staring at Y/N concerned.

"Don't look at me like that, Alvin. Fuck this asshole" Y/N chuckled.

—~—

Clementine's euphoria at Rebecca's words was short lived. The shutter door opened and Vince and Bonnie were there with semi-automatic rifles.

"Come on in everyone. The boss wants you all inside for a minute" Vince called out.

"Why?" Kenny growled. "What the fuck for now?"

"We... we don't know. Just come on" Bonnie replied, trying to sound intimidating.

The group of prisoners walked through to the centre of the warehouse where they looked up to see Carver's boarded office windows.

—~—

Troy and Carver entered the office again. Troy was carrying a long metal stick with a rectangular flat end and a butane blowtorch. Burning, of course it had to be fucking burning. Y/N knew this was gonna suck.

Carver walked over to his office 'window' and smiled, as he flicked on the internal loudspeakers.

—~—

Clementine looked up and started to tremble, she had a horrible feeling about this, that it was going to be even worse. Rebecca picked up on it and pulled her into a side hug as Carver started to talk over the speakers.

"Thank you kindly for joining us inside this afternoon. I just wanted to say to you all that I've broken your boy, and I wanted all of you to hear it. You see what Troy's got don't you boy. What he's doing. This is your last chance. Who do you belong to?"

—~—

Y/N looked over to Troy with his one good eye. The blow torch had been turned on, the end of the metal instrument starting to turn red hot. Fuck this was gonna suck.

Y/N looked up at Carver who was standing in front of him, speaker in hand.

"Who do you belong to?"

—~—

Clem continued to tremble. Her best friend. The boy she loved. She knew he had been beaten. Tortured. What more could they be doing in there?

"Just say it Y/N just say it please".

Kenny stood helpless- semi-automatic rifles aimed at him as he whispered as well.

"Please son. Just say it".

They heard Y/N's grunted breathing over the loudspeaker as he chuckled.

"Heh heh... go fuck yourself"

Clem squeezed her eyes and whimpered, a hard slap heard before Carver roared.

"Give me the fucking thing!"

The next sound they heard was a guttural agonised scream. It was heartbreaking. Even Carver's people looked shocked.

"You like that boy? Wanna be a fucking smartarse. Wanna be a tough guy? Who do you fucking belong to?"

"Fu-fu-fuck you" Y/N groaned in pain before screaming in agonised pain again.

"Smells like burnt hamburger" the group heard Troy chuckle in the background.

"Heat it up. We're gonna go again" Carver growled.

The group was in hysterics. Sobbing, screaming, crying, begging Carver's people to make him stop. None of them moved.

It happened again. And again. And again. Each time Y/N screamed in agony. Each time Clem cried harder. Each time when asked Y/N would struggle to tell Carver to go fuck himself. The screams finally stopped as Carver cursed.

"He's fucking passed out from the pain."

Slap

Slap

Slap

"Uh.. he don't look too good boss" Troy was heard chuckling over the loud speaker.

Clem had collapsed to the floor hysterical. Rebecca lowered with her. Hugging her, consoling her. Trying to calm her. Carver snapped.

"Go get the fucking doc."

Bonnie grabbed Carlos and pushed him towards the office stairs. He disappeared from view and the last thing either group heard before the speakers were turned off was Carlos's thick accent asking in abject horror:

"What have you done?"