Part 3: My Savior

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"Who are you?"

Mal was primed to react, and as Negan caved closer to her, she wanted to blurt out her rage.

The moment-every sound, every footstep outside the room, even the air and wind itself- seemed to suddenly freeze in time. Negan's eyes went small but wide. Mal felt the blood in her veins turn to icy gutter water.

"Mal," said Negan in a quiet tone that no longer held the humour or vulgar, "I think I told myself very clear to you. Don't make me say it again."

Mal flickered a glare at Negan, but Negan didn't like the look she gave and she slowly removed the glare but still held her ground.

"Who are you?" Negan commanded.

"...I'm Negan." She said with a growl.

She didn't want to say it, and even as she was suppose to say it anyway if she plays nice to him, but she did it anyway to wipe the smirk off of Negan's face.

Her words made him just smirk more. "That's right, Mal. You belong to me."

He turned, pulling the door open, but as he went three steps, Mal's eyes hardened to stone with Negan looking back and winks in pride as she's alone again, unaware as to where she can go and escape now.
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