"I am about to beat the holy living hell out of one of you..." Negan smiled slightly and scratched at his stubble, swinging Lucille around before his eyes scanned the group in front of him. He pursed his lips and whistled, tapping his lip.
"Shit. I simply cannot decide... I got an idea." He chuckled lightly and made his way around, immediately pointing his bat at Franklin, "Eenie..." He then walked to the next person, Liz, and pointed the bat at her "Meenie..." Negan continued on to Jenn, pointing Lucille dangerously close to her face "Miney..."
"Moe..." The bat pointed right at Rivka, "Catch a tiger..." He then pointed it at Isabelle, "By its toe..." He then walked to Franklin, pointing it right at the old man, "My mother told me to pick the very best one..." He then pointed it at Liz, "And... you... are..." He went around pointing Lucille at the others before making his way right to Jennifer, pointing Lucille right at her as he finished, "it... Anybody moves or says anything and I'll cut off the old man's other leg and feed it to the soldier and then we'll start... You can breathe... You can blink... You can cry... Hell you can even beg me not to do it. You're all gonna be doin' that!" He suddenly slammed Lucille down onto Jennifer's head, causing her to fall with a thud.
"Ohhh! My goodness! Look at you, taking it like a real champ!" Negan taunted, genuinely impressed as the woman picked herself back up, blood running down her face, her eyepatch moved to the side a little from the trauma.
"Go... to... hell..." Jennifer gasped out, gritting her teeth before her vision went white as Negan brought Lucille down upon her head once again, throwing her down to the dirt. She felt nothing as he continued his violent onslaught, the bat continuously slammed into her skull before there was nothing left but a pile of blood and gore staining the ground.
"Shit... Look at this!" Negan swung Lucille a little, causing blood to splatter onto Franklin's face. "You guys, look at my dirty girl here! She's nasty!"
The leader of the Saviors looked over to see Isabelle staring at the corpse in shock, his expression turning sympathetic, "Damn... Were you two together? I'm sorry. But I did say no exceptions." Negan approached the woman and held Lucille in front of her, blood, flesh, and a few strands of blonde hair sticking to the barbed wire. He scoffed a little and pulled Lucille away, stepping to the center of the group as the survivors stared in horror at the mutilated body of their leader.
"You people belong to me now. All your shit is mine, you don't comply and you end up like your leader there. A broken pile of blood and gore laying right on the ground. Am I perfectly clear on that?"