Negan grabbed Rosita by the hair on the top of her head and stood her up. Rick looked up at him helplessly.
"You don't.." Rick began
Negan cut him off quickly "oh... see that's where your wrong, I do" he shoved Rosita into Dwight who quickly shoved her towards the van. "You guys got off easy!" He said with a laugh. Extending his arms out and pointing the tip of Lucille at Abraham and Glenn's lifeless bodies. "You in fact are lucky I don't waste another one of you sorry sons of bitches!" He pointed it at Daryl now. Rick went to speak but Negan cut him off, clicking his tongue. "Now get your shit and get out of my sight, and maybe, just maybe you will see this little Latin fire cracker...alive, again" he laughed as he swung Lucille over his shoulder and headed towards the van. "See you all in a week" he said taking one look back at Rick, he winked and slammed the door.
It had been four days, or was it five. Rosita couldn't keep track. She tried to watch the sunlight under the crack of the door, but it was hard to tell. She only knew that Dwight came and gave her water and bread twice a day, which according to him, she was lucky because if she was a dude, she would be lucky to eat every other day. She was about to drift off to sleep, or pass out when she heard the lock come undone. She sat up and moved into the back corner of the cell.
"Come on out, Rosita" Dwight said putting extra emphasis on the beginning of her name. She wanted to throw up, and if her stomach wasn't so empty she may have. "It's your lucky day" he said walking into the cell. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her to her feet. "Negan said, and I quote "a chick that cute shouldn't smell that bad" end quote" Dwight said shoving her out. She glared at him and then straight ahead as he pushed her along. She tried so hard to learn her way around, but at some point she was sure that's Dwight walked her in circles to confuse her.
Finally they stopped at a room. Dwight pulled out keys and unlocked the door. "Well go on" he said moving his head towards the room "everything you need is in there, all the necessary feminine products, don't get any ideas, all the windows are locked and heavily guarded" he added. She was about to speak when he slammed the door behind her and she heard it lock.
She looked around surveying the room, she took a small step forward, sure this had to be a trick. There was a bed, a chair and a small table. She moved quickly across the room to the open door, she peeked in. A shower, toilet and a sink. She saw a tooth brush and some tooth paste on the counter. She ran over and quickly put the paste on the brush and brushed for what must have been five minutes. Finally she reached in and turned on the shower. She stepped in and felt the warm water run down her dirty body. The soap didn't even smell that good, but to her it was heaven. She scrubbed all the dirt, sweat and blood off her body. It was the first time she felt human since that night. She began washing her hair as tears began falling. She couldn't hold back anymore, all the images of that night were flooding her mind. She rinsed her hair and sat on the shower floor, head in her hands. She let the warm water run until it started to get cold. She was going to stand up, and then she heard his voice and her whole body froze.
"Knock knock" she heard tapping on the bathroom door. Her first instinct was to jump out of the shower and attack, but what damage could a soaking wet, naked, 115 pound girl do. "Aww come on out sweetie, I got a nice warm towel for you" his voice growled. She took a deep breath, stood up and turned off the water. She peeled back the curtain and stared at him.
"Holy shit look at that tight little body" he held out the towel she reached for it and he jerked his arm back. "Now now come out sweetie! Let me take a look" he leaned back against the door frame.
She stepped out and walked towards him, enough was enough. She grabbed the towel and quickly wrapped it around herself. She glared at him and he just smirked and stuck his tongue out slightly between his teeth and bit down a little. He turned and made his way over to the table and sat down. "Sit" he said nodding at the other chair, she didn't move. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath "I said SIT" he said the last word much more sternly and through clinched teeth"Do not make me ask again" he added. She walked quickly over and sat down staring at him.
What felt like eternity she sat there and he stared at her, leaned back in his chair with his hand on his chin. She was starting to shiver and tried to play it off but it was becoming noticeable. He leaned forward, pulled the blanket off the bed and handed it to her. He didn't throw it, didn't say anything arrogant, just handed it to her. She quickly took it and wrapped herself in it.
"Here's the deal" he began, she looked up and met his gaze. She wanted to show him she wasn't afraid, even if she really was. "I don't normally take women captive, I don't like forcing ladies to do intense labor. I mean sure," he folded his arms and leaned back again, putting his legs up on the bed. "I could always use the extra hands in the kitchen, but you don't strike me as the cooking type" he said smiling. Her face stayed still, just a cold stare. "Come on sugar, don't let me do all the talking, tell me a little about yourself" he stared at her.
She cleared her throat. "I will never work for you" she said in a low voice. He let out a loud laugh, so loud it scared her.
"Oh no? Then what do you intend to do here Rosita?" He asked now leaning forward. He grabbed the chair and scooted closer to her. She felt uncomfortable.
"Nothing" she said quickly but sternly. He shook his head and looked at his feet.
"Now listen" he said looking up and getting really close to her face "I have women around here for three reasons, cooking, cleaning and to keep the men happy" she swallowed hard, "and it just so happens I got a lot of men to keep happy" his body was inching closer to hers with every word, she felt vulnerable and scared, only a blanket to keep her protected.
"I could give you to any of these guys and they would use you up and throw you out like an old toy if I let them" his words came out sharp and she turned her face as to avoid the sting. He pulled his hand up and placed it on her chin, turning her face back to him "But I like you, and I take, REAL" he stopped and smiled "and I mean REAL, good care of my toys. So if you are no use to me in the kitchen, and no use to me in housekeeping, what good are you to me then?" He asked. She looked at him and didn't know what to say. "Alright then" he stood up "back to the cell" he said walking towards the door. "No!" She called out and then she threw her hand over her mouth quickly, almost like she didn't mean to speak. He stopped but didn't turn around.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down" he continued walking and pulled out keys and opened the door. He stepped out and closed it behind him and she heard the door lock. Her tense body went limp as she took a deep breath. She fell forward onto the bed, curled up in the blanket, she tried hard to fight it, but the warm blanket and the bed was all it took. Her eyes were closed and she was out.