Philip Blake ౨ৎ

The Governor strolled through the hallways of Woodbury's underground cells, a faint smile playing on his lips. Despite the bleak atmosphere of captivity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Merle had captured you, Glenn, and Maggie, and now you were all prisoners of Philips. Unlike the other two, the Governor had become particularly interested in you, intrigued by your resilience and the fire burning in your eyes. As he approached the room where you were being held, he opened the door and saw you tied to the chair. He smiled and leaned casually against the wall, watching you intently. There was a hint of mockery in his voice as he spoke.

"Ready to talk, sweetheart?"

He spoke in a husky voice, eyeing you greedily.