"I just can't decide." his dark voice rang through my ears as I kept my eyes averted, finding the ground to be more enjoyable in this moment. "I've got an idea." he stated with a chuckle, and I could hear the clack of his boots as he stepped closer to our group. I looked up to find him, the one they called Negan, standing in front of Carl. He pointed to him with a bat wrapped in barbed wire, and spoke in a chilling tone.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." he started, sending a shiver down my spine as I swallowed down the bile. He moved to Rick, who was knelt down beside me. "Catch a tiger..." he looked at me and paused, our eyes connecting briefly "...by the toe..." He walked passed me, and my body tensed as I watched him point the bat at Daryl, my heart suddenly clenching within my chest. "If he hollers," he moved down the line to Michonne, "let him go..." I looked down, my body shaking with both anger and fear.
"My mother...told me," his menacing voice continued on, and my heart started to pound violently in my chest as it was coming to a close. "To pick the...very best one...and you...are..." There was a moment of silence, and I forced myself to look up, instantly regretting it as I find the bat pointed right at Glenn. "...it," he ended in a low tone, "Anybody moves, take the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start." I held my breath as Glenn, my best friend since middle school, met my gaze.
"You can breathe...you can blink...you can cry," Negan started to say as he lifted the bat, "Hell, you're all going to be doing that." And as soon as the last word left his lips, he brought his weapon down, hitting Glenn's head with a loud 'crack'. Maggie screamed out in agony, and my pleading cries soon followed. Negan let out a quick 'fuck' as he examined his work, and I watched as Glenn looked up at the larger man.
"Holy shit- he's taking it like a champ!" he exclaimed in amusement as he gives another hard blow to the head, knocking Glenn to the ground. Everyone was screaming for him to stop, but it only seemed to egg him on. "You're a bunch of pussies. I'm just getting started...Lucille is thirsty!" he stated, referring to the name he'd given his bat. I looked away as he brought the bat down once more, the sound of Glenn's skull being crushed filling my head, and his brain splattering all over the road making me want to vomit.
All these years spent protecting one another, and I was completely useless when it came to stopping this man. After what seemed like forever it was finally over, and I could hear the soft cries that escaped everyone's lips, Maggie's being the loudest as she stared wide eyed at her husband's corpse. I heard footsteps coming my way. "You work for me now. And if anyone objects, I'll bash their fucking skull in just like the Asian's!" he exclaimed looking around our small group, our eyes wide in terror, and no one fought back...we just accepted it.
I could see his shadow as he knelt down in front of me, and I'm forced to look at him. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone mocking kindness. I glared at him without answering, and that seemed to tug at his nerves as he pressed the bloody bat against my chin. "I asked what your name was..." he hissed, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "Salem," I replied in a monotone voice, and he smirked, chuckling as he brushed a strand of hair from my face.
"Well, Salem, I think we should...get to know each other." he stated, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. "In fact, you being terrified and kneeling like this is really making me just want to fuck your brains out right here, right now..." I shivered at his words, and I could feel Daryl tense beside me in anger. Negan chuckled once more before standing, rubbing the back of his head. "I'll be back, but she's coming with me."