KINGDOM COME
Chapter 1
Dominating the compound, Negan's Sanctuary seems impenetrable. But this morning, as the sun climbs higher, splashing the rows of small square windows with pink light, something has changed.
To Negan's henchmen, the so-called Saviours, life and its fruits are theirs for the taking, and this morning is no different. Last night they had finally succeeded in capturing the young couple who had been the cause of such chaos and frustration for them over the last fortnight, taking out a total of forty-five Saviours in half a dozen hit-and-run attacks. Impressed by their brutal effectiveness, Negan had decided to forgo his usual method of murdering one of any new group of survivors, instead taking them both captive. Back in his Sanctuary he will begin the process of wearing them down, breaking them until they will do anything he tells them, and making them his own personal killing machines – utterly under his control. In his experience, no one is unbreakable. And oh how he relishes the thought of breaking these two.
The man will be a challenge, he can tell. Already he intensely dislikes the watchful, taunting look that never leaves the younger man's face. Broad-shouldered and muscular, contained yet restless, there is something leonine about his wild golden hair, the mocking tilt of his head.
But it is the woman Negan is looking forward to subduing the most. Such a sharp, alert face. Hard grey-green eyes. Pretty, plump lips, hiding exquisitely sharp little teeth. She's half-wild; no inhibitions. And so young. Her youth and her slenderness make her seem fragile – but he's heard the stories of what she's done to the bodies of his men – and it turns him on. Just one look at her and he can guess all the tricks she knows. He wants her in a black dress, in high heels, with red lipstick smeared on those lush lips. She will be the queen of his harem. He wants to hear her laugh at his jokes; see her lying on his bed when he comes home after a hard day's work.
He'd been very tempted to kill her husband – but his pride won't let him do it. And how satisfying it will be to force the man to watch his former wife fawning over Negan.
Riding in the front of the van, his two prisoners bundled into the back, Negan can hardly wait to begin.
…
It's too dark to see, so he closes his eyes. His hands are bound tightly behind him, hard enough to hurt. He can sense Mal close by. He wishes he could reach out and touch her.
'Mickey?'
'I'm here baby.'
'How we gettin' outta this?'
He opens his eyes to black nothingness and considers his words. 'We'll make it. We always do. Nothing can stop us. Not you and me.'
He can hear a tiny smile in her voice. 'You and me...' She's quiet for a while. 'Baby I want you to promise me one thing.'
Somehow in this darkness, both of them trussed like chickens, he feels closer to her than he ever has before. 'Anything Mal.'
'Let me be the one to kill him. Mr Bigshot, Mr Kingdom Come.' Her voice is full of relish. 'I'll cut his dick off and make him eat it.'
He chuckles softly. 'Oh I know you will baby. He's all yours.'
Part of him had hoped to be the one to kill Negan. But Mallory deserves to do it. He's seen the way Negan's eyes lingered on her, burning through her clothes.
'Just don't take too long,' he says suddenly. He can't stand the thought of Negan alone with Mallory. 'We'll be quick.'
