As his hand trailed up her thigh and into her dress and his mouth connected with her neck, (Y/N) Grimes couldn't help but let out a stifled cry. Negan heard, looking up at her. He smirked. "What's wrong, doll?" He asked, his lips hovering over hers. He dried her tears with his thumb. "Do you not want this?" He asked again. As she tried to speak, her chin trembled and more tears flooded. As if he was satisfied by making her cry, and with no intention of having sex with her, he got off of her. She trembled away from him, pulling her legs to her chest.
He laughed loudly, as she cowards, burying her face in her knees, which she hugged to her chest. He reached for her hair, but she flinched back. "Don't f-fucking touch me." She managed, in a squeaky voice as cries caught in her throat and nearly choked her mid-sentence. "Now, that." Negan said, leaning back on the armrest of the couch, pointing to her. "That is the energy I want from you. Fear. Woah! That kind of power is a rush!" He said, standing up, leaning back for a second on the word "rush". (Y/N) shook her head, but kept it down in her knees. "Have something to say, darlin'?" He asked, stalking to her. He lifted her chin, which she recoiled from his touch, scooting even further into the leather seat of the couch. "No. . ." She whispered, sniffling.
"But, don't you want me? I mean, look at me!" He said, pulling her chin up. She had to admit, his body looked more toned and muscular than the leather jacket had led on, and his shape seemed to almost rip through his white shirt. "And, look at you. You're..." He suddenly snatched her arms, yanking her to her feet. "You're so goddamn hot. We would be great together." He whispered in her ear, as she whimpered and tried to pull away. "Stop!" She yelled, a sudden burst of rage in her voice. "I don't want you, nor will I ever! You're repulsive, y-you're a pig! I hate you! You just killed my friends and you think I want you? You're fucking delusional!" She screamed.
Negan stood there, holding her wrists tightly, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. "No, you don't mean that, do you? Why, you just told me you loved me!" Negan laughed, his laugh seemed to echo. "You aren't a lying bitch, are you?" He asked, his tone becoming serious. "Don't make me repeat one of my golden rules, (Y/N)." He said, his smile completely dropping, his grip on her wrists tightening. "No. . .I'm sorry, Negan. I didn't mean any of that." (Y/N) gave in, sighing.
He chuckled. "You wanna know what I think? Well, here's what I think." He leaned in, holding her wrists as she cowards back, but Negan follows. "I think you're a virgin." He whispers. Her skin errupted in goose bumps as he chuckled to himself. "And a lying little bitch who should spend a little while in the box." He finished, turning around, pulling her along with one arm.
"No, no, no! Stop! I was lying! I love you!" She screamed, trying to pull away from his grasp. Even though she only spent two days in there, it was truly hell. He wouldn't be manipulated easily. She had to find a way to get to him, but she was out of time right now. As he literally dragged her down the stairs, she hadn't gotten to her feet as he kept dragging her down the hallway and unlocked her broom-closet door. He threw her in with not much effort. "I'll be back in a few days, hopefully, you'll have calmed down! Think about what you've done, and how you can fix it!" He said, smiling, before slamming the door. She collected herself on the floor silently, her body slowly filling with rage.
"Dad won't be quick enough. I'm gonna kill you first, you motherfucker." She said to herself, and just as she finished her sentence, the music began again. She snorted and chuckled, which fell into full blown laughter. She rolled from side to side on the floor, laughing hysterically to herself.
Shit. Is she already loosing it? Probably.
And soon enough, the laughter turned into choked sobs. What did he mean "and how you can fix it"? What can she possibly do, pour his drinks for him? Her mouth twitched in disgust as she realized he probably meant that in a sexual way. It was always sexual with men in this new world, honestly. Whatever. If that was what she had to do in order for freedom of not only herself but Daryl too, by all means, consider herself laid. She knew she told herself she would fight, and she would, but you always lost people and things in battle. She had learned that from the Govorner. . .
When the door opened, the music didn't stop this time. Dwight opened the door and offered her a dog-food sandwhich. "Yum. My favourite." She said, taking it and taking a bite out of it, smiling at Dwight sarcastically. He returned the smile, but dropped his smile when he slammed the door. She continued eating the sandwhich, gagging, but she was starving. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. Wolfing the rest of it down, she made her peace with the music. "Cos the world is but a treat, when you're on easy street!" She sang at the top of her lungs. Just you wait, Negan. She told herself, a creepy smile spreading on her lips.
~
Devising a plan, she knew exactly how to get out of here. Pacing back and forth in the small cell, she talked to herself briefy. "Okay, so. . .step one, get outta here. . .step two, yeah - the thing -, step three. . ." Trailing off at step three, she could just barely hear footsteps over the blast of music. How many days had it been? No, it couldn't have been more than one and a half, as Dwight had only visited her once. Could it have even been more than a day? She didn't know.
She pressed her ear against the door, hearing low voices, but she was unable to make out what they were saying.
She sighed and sat down in the corner furthest away from the door, watching the light under the door. As shoes brushed past the door, the lighting flickered. She sniffled, her eyes darting around. With not much to watch, she yawned and stretched her arms over her head. And as if on cue, somehow, she drifted off to sleep.
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Waking up in a startle, she gasped and awoke to a strange man shaking her awake. She narrowed her eyes, dropping her eyebrows, and slowly and catiously sat up in the corner. The music was off, she didn't know how long for. "Hey there. . .I didn't mean to startle you, but. . .I'm Dave. Do you wanna see Daryl?" The man asked, looking outside the cracked door. Confused, (Y/N) slowly nodded. "Yeah..." She said, sceptical.
The man smiled, and it chilled her to the bone. It wasn't a friendly smile, it was more of a i'm-undressing-you-with-my-eyes smile. "Well, if I do something I'm not supossed to for you, you gotta do something you aren't supossed to for me, okay?" He said. He reached forward, fondling a strand of her hair. "You're real pretty, you know. . ."
What the fuck?
She slapped his hand away, disgusted. "Get the fuck away from me." She scoffed as he inched closer to her. "You know, fighting is only gonna make it last longer, which for the record, is fine by me." He gave her a grin from ear to ear as he reached for his belt buckle. (Y/N) could only turn her head away. Screaming for help didn't occur to her until five seconds later.
"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled as he reached for her dress. As it all clicked in her brain, she hoped she could yell loud enough that someone might come and "rescue" her, she screamed again. "Help, somebody!" He quickly reached into his pocket and stuffed a small rag into her mouth, slapping her across the face as well. Tears formed in her eyes. And just as he pulled her dress up to her stomach, they heard a whistle. Just like the night Glenn and Abraham died.
Negan! Was she actually glad to see him?
She would be glad to see anyone, that's for sure. Even Dwight.
"Well, what's going on here?" Negan asked, his usual smile glued to his face as he opened the door wider. Lucille was gripped harder than usual in his hand, and (Y/N) could tell, as his knuckles seemed to be turning white. Dave spun around, a guilty look on his face. "Sir, I. . .was, uh..." He struggled to find words. As (Y/N) hastily pulled her dress back down over her panties, she spat the rag out, sniffling, and rubbed her nose like a toddler would after just throwing a tantrum. Negan glanced down at her, and back up at him. His sloppy apperance, his pants halfway off, which he tried to pull back up. Negan pointed from (Y/N) to Dave. "Davey, Davey. . .were you touching my toys?" Negan asked, his smile dropping.
"N-No sir, I. . .found her like this-" "LYING. . ." Negan shouted, but paused to compose himself, "Won't do you any good, Davey." His smile resumed on his face. "Now, look at this poor woman. You scared her half to death! That's no way to treat such a fine woman." Davey agreed with Negan, but didn't look at him. He focused on his boots. Raising Lucille to point at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Davey." Dave slowly looked up. Negan pushed him to the side, crouching down, close to (Y/N)'s face. "Are you okay?" He asked first, at which she nodded. "Did he hurt you?" She nodded again. Negan smiled. "Huh." He stood up, (Y/N) behind him.
"So, Davey. . ." Negan put an arm on his shoulder, "That simply will not fly here. So, I'll give you three choices." Davey hastily nodded, his back against a wall. (Y/N) hadn't even noticed Dwight standing in the doorway. "One. I kill you and you work for me on the fence." Negan tilted his head slightly to the left, a creepier smile on his face. "Two. She kills you," He turned and pointed to (Y/N) with Lucille, "and then you work on the fence for me." (Y/N) sniffled, keeping her legs to her chest as Negan's knuckles turned whiter from gripping Lucille. "And three, my favourite. I iron you, I beat the holy hell out of you, and then," He raised his arms, still smiling, "you work for me on the fence!" Dwight snorted. "That's tough man." He chimed in.
"Indeed it is, Dwighty boy." Negan said, slapping a hand on Dave's shoulder making him flinch. "I don't know, three's kind of speaking to me." Negan said, squeezing his shoulder. He squeezed so hard that (Y/N) could swear she heard a pop. Dave grimanced, but stayed silent. "Alright, let me pick for you!" Negan exclaimed. Silence ticked by for a few seconds, before his voice echoed off the empty walls again. "Dwighty boy, take this asshole to the iron!"
Dwight nodded, stepping in and grabbing Dave's shoulders. He pushed him in front of him, the tip of his gun pressed into his back. Dave made little protest, as he knew it was better to just stay silent. Once they were alone, Negan bent down, staring at (Y/N), whos eyes advoided his. "I'm sorry you went through that." He said, which surprised her. Then, he offered his hand to her. Catiously, she let out a breath, and took his hand. His hand slightly tightened around hers, pulling her to her feet. Suddenly very self-concious of how small the dress was, she used her other hand to pull it down when it crept up her thighs. It only went down to her mid-thighs.
Negan noticed her tugging at it and sighed. He leaned Lucille against the wall for a second, stripping off his leather jacket. He wrapped it around (Y/N), who slightly flinched. "I don't need your pity." She said, a glare forming on her face. Negan chuckled, picking Lucille back up. "Shut the hell up and follow me."
(Y/N) sighed as he began walking out the cell. She really had no choice but to follow. Watching him as she walked behind with his jacket wrapped around her, she couldn't help but notice how good it smelled. The cologne danced around her nose, oddly soothing her. The heels bit into her feet with each walk, however. She stopped along a wall, holding herself up. "Wait!" She called to him. She pulled the heel off, as he turned around and walked back to her. "Here, gimme." He almost demanded, putting his hand out. She placed the collars of the heels in his hand. He turned back around, carrying them for her. She smiled to herself.
No! Snap out of it!
So what, he gave you his jacket and held your heels for you. He's still a monster. He killed them, and he was ready to kill Carl, too.
Shaking her head to herself, she pushed these thoughts away. And as if on cue, they arrived in a large room, where at least a hundred people seemed to be gathered below the railing. It looked as if it used to be some kind of factory. Negan smiled, leaning on the railing above them. They all kneeled simultaneously. (Y/N) frowned at this. And then she noticed Dave, strapped to a chair, next to a furnace. It all made sense about what Negan was going to do to him. She grinned.