OK, this one is darker than most that I write. I just wanted to try a crossover and of course it has to be Meth…..and since Negan is one dark motherfucker I'm going with it. I foresee this being a 3-5 chapter story. With eventual hot Meth smut. So don't despair Methers, Bethy will eventually get her man.
Warning: Rape in this chapter. Because Negan is a masochistic misogynistic raping motherfucker who just happens to have entertaining diction.
Negan. It almost soumds like Satan Beth thought as his cold brown eyes raked her from head to toe. Her daddy had tried to hide her, to shield her from his gaze but it was only a matter of time before he saw her. "No," ordered Hershel uselessly and Maggie screamed through her gagged teeth as Negan's men pushed Beth forward. She remembered Carol crying and Glen being knocked to the ground as Negan exclaimed, "Fuckedy fuckin' fuck. Look at this, boys! A little angel come down from heaven to land right on Negan's cock!" Merle, Rick and Daryl had been dragged into the room, bloody and barely conscious. Carol was nursing a bruised eye and holding a screaming Judith.
Negan explained the terms to her. Beth's servitude in exchange for her family's safety. Hershel pleaded, "Please God no, she's just a child." One of Negan's men knocked Hershel onto his back and the men laughed. "Daddy," keened Beth. She looked up to see Merle's eyes focusing on her as he struggled to rise through the fog. She sobbed and Negan roughly pulled her back by the hair. "I can cut that old man's other leg off and feed it to him. Or just let Lucille have him," he hissed through his teeth as he caressed the side of her face with the barbed-wire baseball bat, drawing blood in several places. Beth looked at the group. She shook her head. "Please don't hurt any of them. I'll do anything," she said.
Negan laughed. "I'm not going to guarantee all a them sweetheart and you will do anything and everything I ask. First off though, I'm not going to hurt a little baby, no Negan is not a monster, so consider that baby safe. You get three people. The points you earn in my bed will safeguard them in my compound." Beth looked into his eyes and saw cold glittering evil. She knew that her card had been pulled. It was time to name the people she would die for. "Daddy and Maggie, my sister, " she cried as he yanked her hair back. He looked unabashedly down her shirt as he said, "And who else do I owe these perky little titties to?" Beth's head craned to the side and she saw Merle had risen to his knees with his mouth agape, blood dripping on the floor. "Merle," she whispered. "My fiancée."
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Negan was delighted at the prospect of separating Beth from Merle. He had taken a dislike to Merle ever since Lucille had broken Merle's jaw for the unflattering comments that Merle had aired about Negan's presence in the prison. Negan looked over at Beth as they drove back to the mill. No fucking way she'd ever been fucked, that's for sure. She's one bible-banging bitch for sure and one of the sweetest fucking things he'd ever seen with her porcelain skin and huge blue eyes. Barely legal at best, prime Grade A jailbait. Wonder what she was doing with that one-handed redneck loser? And why didn't that idiot fuck the shit out of her? Maybe he couldn't get it up Negan thought.
Beth looked out of the window of the jeep as it rolled towards the mill. She had read long ago that Holocaust survivors had dissociated their minds from their bodies in the concentration camps in order to survive. That no matter how their body was defiled their mind was somewhere else, somewhere they could control. She prayed silently to God for that strength. She thought of the last six weeks with Merle, how she had pursued him and been spurned until the chaotic day that he broke. How he had confessed his love for her, but how he said he couldn't ever be with her, could never live up to her. She had dug in and persisted saying she'd loved him since she met him and soon they were sleeping together and while they had fooled around plenty he had never had intercourse with her. She hadn't yet broken that wall. How she wished…a sob escaped her and she hurriedly stifled it. Negan looked over and lovingly toyed with her long blonde hair. "Don't worry my new little toy. I won't kill them. Won't even hurt them because I know you love me. Don't you?" She turned her head and looked into the eyes of a maniac. She nodded wordlessly and looked at the floorboard.
Susan gasped when Negan led Beth into the penthouse. She's just baby Susan thought, and scared to death. Negan showed Beth around and laughed at Beth's inability to look the scantily clad older women in the eye. "This one's fresh," he exclaimed. "So fresh that I don't want to wait. Get her cleaned up and dressed, I gotta cherry to pop tonight!" He left Beth in the care of Susan. Beth's eyes were filled with unshed tears and she shook when the older lady guided her by the arm. With her long blond forelock she looked like a wild pony that had been lassoed and trip wired in the dust.
After she was bathed and dressed in crotchless black panties, a black and red bustier and garter belt and hose Susan tried to hand her a pill. "Here sweetie, this will take the edge off. Maybe you won't feel it. Maybe you won't remember." Beth shook her head wordlessly and refused the pill. Susan recalled every fantasy of killing Negan that she had ever had, and she added another one for this innocent little girl. Susan rubbed her arm. "It will only hurt this one time," she whispered to Beth. "Just stay strong and one day you may grow to like it." Beth's eyes raised to Susan's and she summoned the ghost of a smile. "May God bless you," whispered Beth and she sat in the corner to pray until Negan returned.
He returned with bloodlust in his eyes, fresh from humiliating the prison group during their introduction into his compound. He was ready for his treat now. His eyes fell upon Beth who was deep in prayer in a dark corner of the room. He shook with laughter. "Oh, I'll have you praying to God soon enough my little teenage prom queen!" he trumpeted. "Get the fuck out," he ordered the other women.
Beth knew it would be painful but she hadn't expected it to be so personal. And humiliating. Negan sweated and groaned between her legs and slapped her face when she tried to pray. When it was over he made her kiss him and say she loved him. He took her again before he left. When she was sure he was gone she staggered to the window, wanting to leap out, but she found iron bars in place. She fell to her knees and curled into a ball sobbing and praying for death. She woke up warm and slightly comforted the next morning on the floor, there was a blanket on her and Susan was curled around her protectively.
He used her at will the next couple of weeks and she divorced her mind from her body. This body is but a vessel for my soul she thought. One day he came in with something under his arm. "You see my little prom queen Negan can be quite nice. I brought you a present since you've been such a dirty little slut for me." Beth's sad eyes raised to his questioningly and he threw the book down on the table in front of her. A bible. With shaking hands she gently touched the cover and opened it. It truly was a bible. "Thank you," she said hoarsely. He laughed. "No offense, but you're a really lousy lay. I've got the taste for warm and willing tonight. You can spend the night reading." Beth nodded faintly. "Thank you Negan. I love you," she said automatically.
Three weeks into her stay he offered to take her to her family. She looked up hopefully then looked down at the clothes she was forced to wear. "Can I wear my regular clothes?" she asked. Negan laughed and said, "Of course, I don't want anyone else looking at what I get to fuckety fuck. You'll see them in an hour." Beth cleared her throat. "Negan," she asked. He turned to her. "Please not Merle," she said. He laughed again. "No problem princess. Just your daddy and your sister. Hell I might even throw the baby in."
Beth couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing her in her shame, but she needed her family so badly that she had agreed to his offer. But she couldn't face Merle. Couldn't stand for him to know what she had done with Negan. She felt her throat closing and the tears stinging her eyes. She knew it was a mortal sin but she planned on taking her own life the very first chance she got. At least now she would get to see her family one last time. She knew they would never forgive her. She knew Merle would.
She and Hershel and Maggie hugged and cried for what seemed like hours. She looked down in shame but they rained kisses on her face and prayed to God for them to overcome their burden. They even got to have Judith for a while and Beth poured buckets of tears on the sweet baby's face then laughed at her new faces and sounds. "Daddy, how's Merle?" she finally asked. Hershel looked at her gravely. "His jaw is broken Bethy but it's healing. I can't say the same for his heart," he said. Beth nodded and hugged her dear father, knowing that each time could be their last. "Tell him I'll never love another," she said earnestly. "Daddy tell him I know that now." Hershel sobbed for his daughter's ordeal and Negan's men broke them apart to return Beth to the penthouse.
As she climbed the metal steps up to the second story door she looked down to see Merle standing with a work group of men around a generator. His eyes bored into her and she stopped, unable to look away. A heavy hand descended on the back of her neck and squeezed and she dropped to her knees in pain. "You're Negan's now," hissed a male voice. "Best get into the building and stop looking at the filth." Beth sobbed and ducked into the doorway, hearing Merle's furious roar from below. She burned the image of Merle into her brain knowing it was likely the last one she'd have.
OK! Well, the writer's block seems to be fading but it looks like my fingers have a grim story pouring out of them. Let's write this sucker up and maybe the memory of hugging Merle Dixon himself at Comic Con will jump start some lighter stories