148 - The Walking Dead: Warlord of the Apocalypse (Patreon)

Awkward

A mistake?

I went through all of that because he mistook me for someone else?

Those horrible moments were all because of a mistake.

Maggie came back to herself and stared at the man before her.

Isaac had terrified and shocked her so completely that she did not know what to do.

She clenched her teeth and glared, yet the fury was mostly a brittle front. She did not dare reveal the full depth of her resentment.

What Isaac had done had left Maggie deeply shaken.

She still felt the pain of the cold blade against her body, along with the humiliation and anger.

For a time, she could only look at Isaac, uncertain how to respond.

Isaac had not expected this outcome either.

It suggested that Logan's people might not have sent anyone after them.

Logan's people were loosely bound together; they were unlikely to demand blood for blood.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Isaac drew a reassuring conclusion from it.

Logan's people were not here. Perhaps Isaac's group had escaped without drawing any serious pursuit.

Maggie folded her arms across her chest, clutching his shirt. Isaac looked at her. "How long are you going to stand there? Put it on."

This is all your fault.

Maggie wanted to snap back, but under his gaze she only said, "Turn around. I need to get dressed."

"You turn around."

The misunderstanding was over, but Maggie had just endured his abuse. Her resentment would not simply disappear.

Isaac had no idea what she might do if he showed her his back. If she lashed out while he turned away, the situation could become dangerous.

"You..."

Maggie stared at him, stunned by his complete lack of courtesy.

Yet in the face of Isaac's refusal, she found herself too intimidated to argue or resist.

Silently, she turned her back.

He's still standing there.

He's watching me.

Although she faced away, Maggie could feel Isaac's attention following every movement. Discomfort crawled over her skin, and her face burned red.

Forget it.

At last, Maggie stopped hesitating.

She pulled off the ruined T-shirt and tossed it aside.

The clasp of her bra had been cut through, leaving the garment useless, so she discarded it as well.

It smells awful.

Maggie wrinkled her nose in disgust as she pulled Isaac's T-shirt over her body.

Behind her, Isaac watched Maggie's bare back as she changed, despite her request for privacy.

When she turned around, Maggie saw that he was aroused.

Her face flickered between red and white, anger mingling with humiliation.

Isaac's shirt was much too large, so Maggie knotted the hem to make it fit, leaving part of her midriff uncovered.

Isaac dragged his gaze away and acted as though nothing had happened. "Come with me. I'll take you to Rick."

"What about my horse?"

Maggie had not forgotten the ranch horse that fled when Isaac attacked her.

"Your people can deal with it."

Isaac started off without another thought.

After a while, Maggie began to recover from her earlier terror.

The open hostility between them had eased.

She glanced at Isaac. "Aren't you going to apologize?"

Maggie knew an apology could not undo what he had done. Still, hearing one might make her feel a little better.

"I'm sorry," Isaac said without looking back.

He had not even turned around, and the careless apology carried no sincerity at all.

It left Maggie feeling worse; she almost wished he had remained silent.

Damn him.

What Maggie did not know was that Isaac was still fighting a violent sexual urge.

If he could have done as he pleased, he would have forced himself on Maggie then and there.