Negan almost dragged Daryl down the old corridors, till they entered a big, bright room. Daryl's eyes were hurting badly, because they weren't used to such a bright light any more, but finally he could see, that many people were sitting around tables. They were probably eating their dinner. Just the smell of the food made Daryl's mouth water and his empty stomach agreed with him, that he was damn hungry.
In the middle of the room there was positioned an old, brown chair, on which Negan shoved Daryl harshly. While Negan was showing him his back, Daryl searched the room to get to know, what he wanted to do with him, when his eyes met the most beautiful Daryl had ever seen in his life.
Beth was standing in the corner with widened eyes, a water bottle pressed to her chest, because she was probably damn shocked to see him here. Maybe she already knew, what Negan wanted to do to him. For the first time, since Daryl had seen her again, he saw her in a bright light like this and his heart hurt, while he was looking at her.
Beth was so damn thin and pale, she was looking so weak, even when he knew, that she wasn't one bit weak. There were big, dark circles under her blue eyes, cut wounds and bruises everywhere on her skin, which wasn't covered from the old, dirty clothes she was wearing.
Daryl could see that Beth was near tears, while they kept on looking at each other. Almost unnoticeable he nodded in her direction, so she knew, that he was okay, at least now he still was.
Suddenly Negan's deep voice broke the connection between them and Daryl had to look at the man, who was standing next to a big oven. "Like everyone inside here, I have asked you that one question. Over and over again. But still today you never gave me the answer, I want to hear from you."
Getting closer to Daryl Negan went on "Normally I just kill the people, who don't want to say the word I want to hear from them, because I'm sure as hell won't waste my time with them. Hell, I have better things to do. But with you it's different my friend. You are interesting. If I'm serious I really like you, even when you got myself already so much trouble."
Getting even closer to his face, Negan whispered so only Daryl could hear "Dwighty boy told me, that you have fucked that little bitch. Good job my friend. I hope it was worth it. We will see."
With that Negan got away from his side and went over to the oven again. "But because you gave me already so much trouble and you know Lucille consists about the rules, I just have to give you a lesson, what it means when you are giving me useless trouble."
"But believe me, it wasn't that easy for me to chose, about what I should do to you, so you will remember about it forever. First I wanted to saw off one of your hands, but you would still have your other hand to make yourself happy, if you know what I mean. So this wouldn't be such a good idea."
"Maybe I could cut out your tongue, but because you don't talk that much even with a tongue, it wouldn't be such a great idea nether. Maybe I could pour corrosive acid over your legs or tear out every single hair, till you would have a big, shiny bald head."
"But finally I found the right thing for you my friend and I hope every one is watching, so they can all see what will happen, when they aren't willing to follow me." Negan screamed in the direction of the people, who were all watching them now.
When Negan put on dark, thick gloves, Daryl already knew what he wanted to do to him. Helpless Daryl searched for Beth's eyes again, they were even bigger than before, so shocked and scared she was looking at him. He could see how her eyes were glistening and her lips were trembling.
Because Daryl just didn't want her to see this, he moved almost unnoticeable his head and formed with his lips the word 'go'. But Beth stayed where she was, her back pressed against the wall behind her, the water bottle still close to her chest, while a single tear found its way out of her eyes and down her pale cheek.
"Damn, look at this man. This looks like much fun. I was never the type of man, who helped his wife with the housework, but I have never believed that one day I want to use an iron that bad."
Daryl began to move on the chair, his hands were shaking and sweating on his lab, while Negan got closer with the iron to his body. And with that the heat also came closer. Daryl's heart already hurt, because it was beating badly against his rips and all what he could do was just sitting here and let this bastard doing this to him. Because now Daryl had Beth.
One step before Negan was at his side, Daryl looked one more time over to Beth and to see her like that will hurt Daryl always more, than every hot iron in this world. Because of that Daryl closed his eyes and waited for the unstoppable pain.
The iron was so damn close, he could already feel it, when Negan suddenly began to laugh out loud. And with that the heat was gone again, it was as far away as Negan's laughing. "Had you really believed, that I will burn your pretty face my friend?"
Negan placed the iron again to the oven and pulled out of the gloves. Trying to get the control over his breathing again, Daryl began to feel damn ill. But before he could lean over to vomit next to his feet, Negan pulled him harshly from the chair and down on the dirty ground.
Feeling like he was already half dead, Daryl noticed how Negan took the chair, on which he was sitting just seconds before, and placed it a few feet away from his head. Slowly and enjoying this all damn much Negan lowered himself on the furniture, so the back of the chair was at his belly and he could rest his hands and head on top of the chair. Now Daryl was really kneeling for this bastard.
"No, that wasn't my fault to disfigure your handsome face. Finally I go the big idea, I was searching for. Now you will do myself a favour and to all the people inside here. You will sing me a song."
What? Unbelievable Daryl looked through the curtain of his dirty hair up to Negan. He just kept on with smiling at his prisoner and waited like a little kid on Christmas morning, till Daryl will start singing. "Yeah, you heard me right. Sing me, sing us, a song."
Daryl never cared about music before or even listened to any songs he had ever heard on the radio. Even if he would know one, he wouldn't remember about the text right now. Because he was damn helpless, Daryl's eyes searched for Beth's again. She was still standing against the wall in the corner, her shaking hand covered her shocked mouth, the water bottle was laying careless on the ground next to her feet.
But the second Daryl was looking into her eyes, he remembered about one song. Only one song. And so Daryl shyly began to sing "It's unclear now, what we intend. We're alone in our own world. You don't wanna be my boyfriend and I don't wanna be your girl.."
Negan began to laugh amused, while he screamed between Daryl's song "Louder!"
Closing his eyes, Daryl tried to sing louder, because his tormentor was telling him so. Daryl knew that he couldn't sing one bit, even when he had never tried it before. He knew, that his voice was broken and he didn't get one right tone, but he kept one because there was Beth, who was waiting for him.
"And we'll buy beer to shotgun and we'll in the lawn.." Daryl could feel how one tear broke free fromthe corner of his eyes and slid slowly down his cheek and into his beard.
With glassy eyes Daryl looked over to Beth, because he could see her now. See her standing there and crying like he did. His body was trembling, when the last words left his lips "And we'll be good." With that Daryl collapsed on the ground, sobbing like a little baby.
Slowly Negan began to clap, while all the other were laughing at Daryl. "Wow. That wasn't what I was expecting, but damn this was good!" Negan screamed.
Suddenly Daryl could feel Negan close to his body and when he opened his eyes, his tormentor was already kneeling next to him. "Why are you crying my friend? Was that a song your stupid wife used to sing for you and your kids, huh?"
Daryl really tried to hold back the tears, but he just couldn't any more, he was broken. Harshly Negan grabbed Daryl at his shirt and took him on his knees again. "I think now you are ready my friend!" Negan screamed.
Looking up at him, Daryl already knew what he will ask now. "Who are you?" Negan asked with this damn smile in his face, while he was playing with his beloved weapon in his hands.
Before Daryl answered, he breathed in one more time. Because now Daryl was thinking about someone else, that's why he answered "Negan."