The next morning Lucy's eyelids fluttered open.
At first she had drifted into a thick dark fog of sleep. Her own natural defense against what was happening. For hours after the rape, she simply laid on that filthy mattress in the back of the dark trailer. Bleeding, hurting, cramping, and frightened, she laid in Negan's arms, listening to the sound of his breathing and the faint sounds from outside. He tightly held her, not allowing her to even move at the slightest. Instead, she laid there feeling his warm breath against the back of her neck and she stared off into the darkness. When finally her body slipped into shock and exhaustion she found herself drifting through several memories. The two that stood out the strongest was one of her two or so years ago in her bedroom. Her talking on the phone with her best friend Taylor planning on going to a summer concert for her birthday. The second was just a few days ago while Chris and her were fishing in the river. How he stood behind her, arms loosely around her waist smiling as the sun beat down through the trees. These pleasant comforting dreams were shattered by violent images of that baseball bat coming down again and again and again.
When she snapped awake, it was morning. In just the matter of a few seconds everything came crashing down at once. She wasn't home, or in the tent she shared with Chris. Instead she was back in this dirty trailer, raped, hurt, and with him. Eyes snapping open, she began to scream as everything came into focus when his large hand snapped across her mouth hard enough to make it sting. Freezing, she watched as she crawled over almost on top of her. Grinning like a shark, he stared down at her. Lucy stared up before he smiled, his beard a salt and pepper color, his eyes dark brown and hungry.
"Morning sweetheart..."
Staring up, Lucy instantly felt her chance. Opening her mouth underneath his open palm that covered her lips, she bit down as hard as she could, clamping down before he laughed.
"Honey, that just tickles. You sure are a feisty one aren't you?"
Letting go of her mouth, she saw a thin bite mark on his palm before he smiled and straddled her. Looking down, he frowned before lifting his eyes and staring at her.
"Oh honey, you were a bleeding. Don't tell me...was I your first?"
Lucy refused to give him the satisfaction in answering. Instead she just laid there as he reached down trying to gently pet the side of her face. Flinching away, she glared up at him. Smiling, he shook his head and chuckled.
"Man, your first. Beautiful, sweet, and pure. Your practically a dream girl huh?"
Leaning down he licked her neck, trailing kisses along the way. Feeling his beard scratch her, she gagged and snapped her eyes shut. Lifting his head he grinned.
"Well darling, I'm gonna give you something to relax. God knows we were a little rough last night. After that I'll get you nice and cleaned up."
Lucy glared up, before she spit. Negan snapped his eyes shut before using the back of his hand to wipe the spittle that had flown across his eyes. Smiling, he grinned and rubbed the side of his face where his beard was growing. "
You have every right to be upset, but I'll treat you real nice. Hold on..."
Seconds later, he reached down for something underneath the bed. Lucy scooted up and was horrified to see the smears of blood on her inner thighs. She hurt down there bad, and she would kill to scrub his taste away from her. Sitting up, she went to raise her hands to hit him when he turned around, stripping plastic wrapping from a syringe, spitting the plastic cap, he turned towards her.
"I'm not a fan of this dope, but sometimes it helps real good. Hold on a second honey..."
"FUCK YOU!"
Lucy shouted, trying to whack him. Grabbing hold, Negan pushed her back with little to no effort, and grabbed something. Struggling to sit back up, she saw it was daylight but all of the blinds were closed. Trying to crawl away, she was stopped as he took hold of her arm and plunged the syringe deeply into her arm. Crying out, she pushed him as hard as she could, the syringe falling out of her, causing tiny beads of blood to gather. Crying, she scooted off the mattress, and attempted to stand when he wrapped his large arms tightly around her, lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder like a rag doll.
Screaming, she struggled, trying to bit or kick him before her vision began to blur. Setting her down on the mattress, Negan stared at her before she felt faint. Laying there, she tried to summon Chris' face. Anything besides this monster's. Grinning, he gently stroked her cheek.
"You're going to learn something real quick honey. It's my way or the highway. You listen to me, I'll treat you real nice. You break my rules...well you'll be punished. But I gotta tell ya, you might actually like the punishments more."
Laughing, he watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and became dead to the world.
That night...
Lucy's eyelids slowly fluttered open, at first she had no idea where she was, but as she slowly awoke from her drugged slumber, she found herself staring up at the tin celling of the trailer. Slowly she felt painful pressure, as she got pushed down. Her limbs were screaming, and her insides ached. In just an instant, her eyes focused and she found herself naked, legs tied out, spread eagle, her arms bound as well. She was laying naked on the mattress, ropes pinning her wrists and ankles down and apart, as far as they could stretch. She laid there, as Negan, completely naked knelt between her two open legs, driving his penis into her, building up a sweat.
Terrified, she began to scream before Negan grinned.
"Ah you're awake."
He reached down, roughly cupping her breasts before he leaned forward, thrusting into her like a mad man. Squirming, unable to move, Lucy struggled against the ropes feeling them hurt her skin. Tossing her head back, she cried, smelling faint soap. He had cleaned her up, but here she was, God knows how many hours later tied up, legs spread, being raped again on this dirty mattress. Judging from the blinds, it was late. Negan snapped his eyes shut, grunted and came. Lowering his head, he moaned as Lucy screamed, feeling him empty inside of her as warmth dripped down her thighs. Pulling out, his penis flopped as he stared down at her.
"If you try to run, escape, or fight back this is one of your punishments. I can keep you like this for weeks if I need to. You can shit and piss right here and rot. I don't care. If you behave, you'll be fed, and taken care of...and most of all protected by me."
"Go to Hell..."
She muttered, trying not to cry. Laughing, Negan reached over on the windowsill and took down a huge buck knife. Softly he pressed it against the throat. Feeling her heart hammer, she stared up at him with wide eyes. Smiling, he enjoyed her reaction.
"I'll carve that pretty face up and feed pieces of you to those corpses, believe me. Now my darling, you're my wife and you'll respect me, understand?"
Lucy didn't answer, instead she just laid there. Smiling, he tossed the knife away, and stared down at her.
"Here, got you something. Had my men after you were cleaned up fetch this...now if you don't like it we'll get you a bigger one soon."
He reached over and took out a huge diamond ring. A ring that must have cost seventy, maybe even eighty thousand dollars. It was huge, so big in fact it almost looked fake.
"Hope it fits sweetheart..."
Reaching over, he untied one of her wrists and ankles, allowing them to drop. All ready her skin was raw from the ropes. Sliding the ring on, it fit. A little big, but still it fit. Smiling, Negan brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it causing his mustache to tickle her skin.
"Perfect..."
Lucy began crying, unable to help it.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you..."
"No you don't...please just let me go...please..."
"Oh my sweet darling Lucy, never ever will I let that beautiful face of yours go. Now come on, let's get you some dinner..."
Later...
Lucy couldn't eat. Negan untied her, and held up a navy blue sundress. He said his men had fetched some clothing while hunting for that rock of hers. Pulling up a pair of jeans, he grinned taking the dress and slipped it over her naked body, tightly taking her hand and bringing her to the other end of the trailer. Sitting her down, he told her he wasn't much of a cook but hustled up some stuff. The moment she was sat down on the little bench next to the table, she waited until he made his way towards the kitchen and stove. Seeing her chance, she leaped up and went for the door when Negan, without so much as breaking a sweat took a handful of her hair and yanked her backwards.
"If you try that again I'll stick one of those needles right into one of your kneecaps."
Sitting, Lucy stared up, eyes watering with tears. Negan served them food, and even poured them a glass of wine. When Lucy refused to even touch the food, he drew a gun from the counter and reminded her about being punished. Eating little to nothing, she lowered her head and began to weep. Shortly after, he took her back to the back of the trailer and got another syringe ready.
"I...need to use the bathroom."
She softly whispered. Negan turned, staring at her with slightly untrusting eyes before nodding.
"You have a minute, any longer I'll break the door down."
Lucy stood up on shaken feet, opened the tiny door and went inside. Instantly she looked around for anything to defend herself, but there was nothing. Using the bathroom, she stared down, disgusted with how sore she felt. Looking at the large diamond ring, she nervously played with it. When would she wake up from this nightmare? This couldn't be happening? Was she really going to be this crazed man's sex slave? She couldn't do this again...no, she couldn't. She rather die. Getting up, she opened the door, to find Negan standing right outside. Staring up at him with tear filled eyes, her lip quivered.
"Kill me, please. I can't do this..."
Smiling, Negan stroked her cheek again.
"You won't be saying that soon...now come on, I'm gonna show you how to make you feel good."
Bowing her head, Lucy began to break down. Taking her shoulder, he led her back to the back of the trailer, where he gently sat her down. In just seconds, she felt the prick of another needle. Crying out, she looked over.
"Please, stop..."
"That's something different, it won't knock you out, just make you feel real good, now lay back."
"NO!"
Negan pushed her back. There he lifted her dress. Bringing her hands up, she covered her face like a frightened child. There she felt his rough hand slide up her thighs and go between her legs. Trying to squeeze her legs shut, she whimpered before she felt two of his fingers enter themselves inside of her. Stiffening, she cried before she felt his thumb begin to move in circular slow motions. Laying there, she tried to focus on breathing as his fingers went in and out of her with lighting speed.
"That's it, relax..."
Lucy began feeling the effects of whatever Negan had stuck in her, causing it to rush down her arm and make the room spin. embarrassed, and humiliated, she laid there feeling his fingers continue to go inside of her when suddenly a strange tingling began to happen. Turning her head away, she wanted to slap him back, but instead she continued covering her face. The drugs were making her sweat, and suddenly she found it hard to breath. Laying there she waited before finally the most overwhelming, strange feeling came down below. Snapping her eyes shut, she tried biting down on her lip when she shuttered a small cry. Hearing Negan chuckle, he felt her breasts.
"You liked that didn't you...trust me, won't be the first time I'll make you come..."
Lucy opened her eyes and felt everything swim.
"What did you do to me?"
"Honey I made you come..."
"No, what did you give to me...I feel weird..."
"Oh enjoy the ride honey...now, how about you pay it forward and I'll teach you some things, you bite...I'll blind you, understand?"
She heard him yank his zipper down, and seconds later he grabbed a handful of her hair again, bringing her down towards his erection which was all ready standing up. Turning her face away, she cried as he laughed.
Two months later...
Lucy sat on top of a motorcycle, wearing jeans, a halter top, and one of Negan's leather jackets draped over her shoulders. Her hair was in braids, just like how Negan liked it. She sat there, stoned, and drugged from the syringe he had given her just an hour ago. She knew he had made her a junkie on purpose to control her. She sat there, watching as her husband paced in front of the people kneeling. They had found these people trying to steal some supplies.
She could be trusted now simply because she had been pushed. Her back was covered in healing scars, her wrists and ankles as well. She had tried to escape several times, and each time she was caught and Negan would be waiting. She didn't know if she was brainwashed, or just hooked on the drugs but any effort now in trying to leave was gone. He spent every waking moment with her by his side, proudly showing her off, and even killing three men when they whistled at her. He held her hand, sat with her, even had her ride along with him on raids.
Late at night, he would join her in the trailer. They would eat together, shower together, and sit looking over maps, listening to the men on the radio call back and forth as he made road block plans. He took her every night. He would make her come first, even though she now believed it was the drugs that made her like this, not by his touch. He would have his way, raping her for hours until finally collapsing and holding her tightly in his arms. She was never allowed to be out of his sight, even for a second. She was his slave, and he was her master. Her arms, covered in needle tracks. She spent most days spacing out, drugged, no longer caring anymore. She knew this was his favorite thing to do in front of her. He loved having her watch whenever he beat someone to death. Most times she would be too stoned to even focus.
The men knew she was his wife, and respected her, but kept their distance, knowing his temper when it came to her. She watched him select a frightened young teenage boy before lifting the bat and swimming it down again and again and again. He had named his weapon after her as almost a term of endearment. Once he was done, and the bloody mess of the body was laid twitching on the ground, he came around, the bat still dripping with blood and brain matter before wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her off the bike.
"Come on darling, let's go inside."
"I need a hit..."
She muttered. Laughing, he kissed the top of her head and half carried her to the inside of the trailer. Once inside, he made her pull her pants down, and knelt behind her doing her from behind. The bloody bat, laying just a foot away staining the sheets. Laying there, she hung her head down, hearing him grunt, all the while feeling her stomach toss for another hit. She needed it badly. Laying there, she focused on holding off long enough before she did what she always did. Slowly escaped into her mind. Whenever he was fucking her, ramming himself into her, or gagging her, and roughly pinning her down she would just drift away.
The drugs she was now hooked on helped. It always did. Shortly after, he injected her, and watched her lay back, blouse still open, breasts exposed as the high overtook her. Staring at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over before Negan grinned and stared down at her. Slowly, she traced the track marks that ran up and down her arm.
"Now you'll never leave me, will you?"
Silently a tear rolled down Lucy's face.