"You were gone a while" Sherry said taking a deep hot off of her cigarette. Negan stopped and glared at her. He closed the door to her small room behind him.
"And since fucking when are you my boss?" Before she could say anything he snapped back "oh that's right! You're not and you better watch how you talk to me! Wouldn't want me to burn the other side of Dwight's face!" He added. She glared at him.
"You don't usually bring people into their own rooms that quickly" she added. He looked up at her again and glared.
"Is someone jealous?" He asked walking towards her. He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her on the bed "don't worry baby it's all about you.." he unbuckled his belt. "For right now" he added.
Rosita sat up in the dark, still naked wrapped in a blanket. How long had she been asleep, there was no indication of time. She fumbled around the dark room and found a small lamp, she clicked it on. A pair of jeans and a tank top were folded on the table, next to a bottle of water and a sandwhich. She quickly pulled the jeans up and the shirt over her head. She scarfed the sandwhich is seconds and chugged the water. She was about to finish it when she heard the door unlock.
"Well someone decided to wake up" Dwight's face was dimly lit, but she could still see the horrific scar. "He wants to see you" Dwight held the door open and gestured for her to walk. He tapped the gun on his hip, she quickly glanced and walked out of the room. His hand on her wrist he lead her up a set of stairs and down a long hallway. They passed what looked like a dining hall and a lot of people eating. Cooking and cleaning in there would be awful. She thought to herself, but what was the alternative? They stopped at a set of steel double doors. Dwight knocked three times, she heard a whistle and Dwight opened the door. He ushered her in and stopped before he entered. "Radio for me when you want me to take her back" he said those words and was out of the room and she doors were closed.
"Be a good girl and lock those for me, can never be to careful" he said with a smile. He was lounged back with his leather jacket hanging on the side of the chair. His tight black shirt and his tight jeans fitting him just right. She turned and locked the door and then faced him, her back pressed against the door. Lucille was leaned up against the leg of the couch. "What's the matter, does she scare ya? Intimidate ya? Come on now she's not that bad" he wrapped his hand around the grip of the bat and lifted it off ground before setting it back down. He put that same hand up and motioned for her to come. Towards him and sit on the couch. She was about to protest but he interrupted her thoughts "remember what I said about asking twice" she sighed and walked forward. She sat as far away from him as possible. He smiled, he liked how uncomfortable he made her, he liked the control he had over her and she knew it. ":Did you enjoy your bed?" He asked.
She took a deep breath and pushed her pride aside.
"Yes I did" she said quickly.
He nodded in approval, "I would like to move you to a room up here, same accommodations, just a little closer to me" he added. She didn't say anything. He shifted his head, signaling her to move closer, she slid over a tiny bit which made him laugh. "Come on girlie, you saw that kitchen. I'll send ya there right now, you can clean round the clock for me, and you will never make enough points to make it through! To be fair you are already in the negative, because of all of my fucking people that you killed!" His voice was angry now and she tried her best to stay quiet, but she couldn't anymore.
"You didn't give a damn about those people! They were nothing but a number to you! The people you killed, those were my friends... my family" she was angry now she went to say more until she realized that they were both standing now. He was glaring down at her, his body extremely close to hers.
"You wanna get loud again?" He threatened. She stared up at him. "I should have bashed your brains in too little girl, but I didn't" he stared "I don't like killing girls but trust me it's not to late..." he threatened.
"Do it" she said gritting her teeth. She stepped closer. She was much smaller then him but she puffed out her chest anyways. He smiled that devilish smile and began a slow, deep laugh.
"I could end it all" he grabbed her neck pushing her against the wall, he let his grip of her neck go but he was pushed up against her. She was terrified and excited and it felt so wrong. His body pressed firmly against hers.
"What do you want from me?" She whispered. He just looked at her and smiled.
"Permission" was all he said.
It was like an out of body experience, she could see her hands slowly reaching for his stomach, under the black T-shirt and touching his skin. Next thing she knew she was pulling his shirt over his head. Maybe this was all a defensive mechanism, give him what he wants and he spares her life. She was going with that. Next thing she knew he was pulling the shirt over her head.
"These are great" he said running his fingers over her breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. She leaned her head back against the wall, disgusted and ashamed, but every part of her wanted him to keep going. He bent down and bit her neck lightly. Next thing she knew her jeans were un-buttoned and around her ankles on the floor.
She put her arms around his neck and he boosted her up, holding under her ass with one hand and unbuttoning his pants with the other. "Get ready" he said sliding into her, she let out a moan and arched her back. He pushed her against the wall and pounded in and out. She could hardly breathe, he was going so fast. He was an animal. She was sore but wanted him to just go harder. She caught her self begging him to go harder, it just made him more excited. He gripped her ass tightly ramming her harder with every thrust. She squeezed tightly around his neck, her breasts covering his face. He slammed her back into the wall hard one last time before stopping. He let out a grunt and pulled out of her and set her down. She leaned back against the wall, blushing and completely ashamed of herself.
" I think I can get used to you" he tucked himself back into his pants and wiped the sweat with the back of his hand off of his forehead. "You are going to be my new favorite toy" he licked his lips. She stood there naked and stared at him. "Don't give me that look, I'm ready to go again" he grabbed at his crotch and moved towards her. She was backed against the wall, completely defenseless, but she wouldn't have denied him either. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He stopped and put his hands on his hips, he put his head down, he looked angry. "What!?" He growled.
"Security issue" the voice on the other side called out. He looked at Rosita.
"Clean up, take a shower, I'm not done with you" he said pulling his shirt over his head, throwing his jacket on and grabbing Lucille. He was out the door and she heard the lock. She was left standing naked back against the wall in a murderers room and all she wanted was more.