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Michonne is gonna kill this bitch, Rick thought as he peered through the small hole that was providing the little amount of light in the dingy...cell? Room? Whatever this metal enclosed box was that they were holding him in.

He was trapped, and they were no doubt planning some fucked up shit to send him through (or to turn him over to Negan) but he wasn't worried. In fact, he was almost giddy at the thought of his katana wielding warrior woman exacting her revenge. Not just for this final act of treason, but the many acts of disrespect and betrayal she had to withstand since bringing these "people", using the term loosely in his head, into their lives. These trash heap people were supposed to be on their side, or so they thought.

Rick wasn't gonna make that mistake again. He just needed to get out of here. Michonne was coming, he knew.

He wasn't used to playing the Damsel in Distress, waiting for someone to rescue him. He was usually the leader…the one people looked to to lead the charge. He leads the rescue missions. He bites necks, swings the machete…he…decided it was not the best time to dwell on what he was used to doing. He had to refocus. This was all part of THE PLAN and patience, although not one of his virtues, was necessary. Especially if he wanted THE PLAN to succeed..and hell fucking yeah he wanted it to succeed. Especially if it meant Michonne would get to exact her well deserved act of vengeance. God, he would do anything to see her get everything she wanted and deserved, and if it meant sitting pretty for the time being, then he'd be Pretty Ricky for the allotted time.

… But it might make them suspicious if he didn't make some sort of show of resistance. After all these "People", especially the Queen of Weird who currently had her squinty eye trained on him, would expect something. Yelling, swearing… vows of intense retribution… wouldn't she? He had to do something.

As if she felt the hate exuding from the single cerulean eye peeping out of the tiny hole in the corrugated metal wall, Jadis of the Bad Hair Day turned from her whispered discussion to squint at their prisoner.

"Comfortable, leader? Will be over soon," she said in her stilted way of talking.

"You should come in here and find out," he practically snarled. He actually couldn't stomach the idea of her being within five feet of him. The smell on its own was enough, but then there was the fact that this bitch actually shot him and survived to tell the tale. But if he was going to keep them from getting suspicious, he'd need to at least attempt to keep his bile down and his swagger up.

Jadis turned back to her two favorite minions, Tauriel and the one Rick had dubbed Apocalypse Lurch, to continue their low spoken pow wow for a couple of minutes more. Then finally, taking her sweet ass time, she turned and began her lanky stalk to Rick's eye hole.

She squatted down to his eye level and tilted her head to the left, giving him a curious look.

"Wasn't supposed to turn out this way." She said in her unusual monotone. "The trade would have been in both favors. Yours, mine, whole group happy… in a way."

"How do you figure me and mine, would've been happy with whatever bargain you worked out with the Saviours?" Rick growled, truly baffled at this woman's gall.

"Now you never know. Shame." Jadis tossed back at him in a low gravelly voice, for once showing some emotion, which surprised even Rick.

She then stooped down even lower. Rick could only really see the top of her head for a moment, but she came up quickly and actually stuck her fuckin' tongue out at him,licking the wall so that it caught his wide open eye. Motherfucker. Fury and disgust skyrocketed through him like a brush fire, and Rick almost gagged. The thought of her touching him with any part of her revolted him, especially her wet tongue. But of course, this toxic waste bitch took the opportunity when he least expected it and when he couldn't stop her. His fist instinctively slammed into the wall, causing a loud, sharp thud that only flesh against metal could make.

"Let me out of here, Goddammit!" he yelled.

"Soon. Time is soon." Jadis went back to her monotone, looking sickeningly pleased with herself, and stood up. Without another word, she turned on her army boot heel and slowly walked away.

Rick watched her go, fuming. Murderous.

Yeahhh… my woman is gonna kill this bitch.