The Truth Is Relative:
A Story of He Said, She Said.
It was past midnight, and you were exhausted and filthy from working all day in the gardens of The Sanctuary. It was on days like today that you almost wished that you'd taken Negan up on his offer to become one of his wives… Almost. Negan had been extremely persistent at first. He'd stop and talk with you while you worked in the gardens. He'd openly flirt with you as he complemented you left and right. You even ate dinner with him a few times a week. However, after a month of back and forth, and even though you were definitely attracted to him, you just couldn't bring yourself to accept Negan's proposal. You couldn't see yourself sitting around all day, painting your nails and looking pretty, just waiting
to be summoned by a man. Even if that man was as attractive as Negan. I mean you had a fucking PHD from NYU for Christ's sake! You scoffed at yourself as you pulled off your form fitting jeans and black tank top and proceeded to get in the shower. "PHD my ass." You thought to yourself. A lot of good it does you now.
When you were finished in the shower, you wrapped the towel around you and walked over to the bench where you'd left your clothes and some lotion that you'd been saving up for. You put one leg up on the bench and began to massage the lotion into your tired legs. God it felt so good. Your muscles were so sore! You must've been lost in your thoughts, because you didn't even notice that someone else had entered the shower room.
Before you even knew what was happening, a man's arms were wrapped around you. Well, one arm was wrapped tightly around your torso, while the other arm placed a firm hand over your mouth. You tried to scream, but the only sounds that came out your mouth were muffled mewls.
"Just be quiet and cooperate, and you won't get hurt" you heard a familiar voice say.
Your eyes grew wide in terror because you realized who was holding you, and what he intended to do. It was Blake! He was one of Negan's most trusted Saviors, and he'd been trying to get into your panties for months. But you weren't interested, and you shot down each and every one of his attempts. At your last encounter, you were especially cruel, and you know that you embarrassed him in front of his friends. What you didn't know… couldn't know, was what Blake planned to do to you the next time he got you alone.
You struggled against him as he began to push you into a shower stall. Blake was strong. Much stronger than you, and you couldn't see any way that you could get out of this. You tried to free yourself but to no avail. Your towel fell to the floor as he threw you to the ground. Blake's hand was unbuttoning his pants, so for a moment your mouth was no longer covered. You took that opportunity to scream out for help. Blake lunged forward, and slapped you hard across the face, causing your lip to bleed.
He climbed on top of you, using his body weight to pin you. And then he whispered in your ear… "If you try that again I will snap your fucking neck!"
Blake then gave you a look that sent chills through your body. And you knew that he meant what he said. You knew you were trapped. He was on top of you, his full eight crushing against your naked body. He then put one hand around your throat, while he finished pulling his pants down so that his firm erection was now pressing against your thigh. At this instant, you began to cry. You hated yourself for showing weakness, but the tears came anyway. There was nothing else to do but let him get it over with. And maybe, just maybe, you'd get out of this shower stall alive.