Negan walked towards me and smiled; " I'll be right back for you sweetheart just give me a minute with Rick the prick." He closed the door and I heard heavy footsteps going away from me. The engine started and the camper started to move. I recognized Negan's voice but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I decided to stand up and lean close to the door to make out what was going on on the other side. Just before I reached the door the camper came to a sudden stop and I fell forward hitting my head at the edge of a small table. I fell to the ground and everything turned first blurry and then completely black.

I woke up to the noise of a machine gun next to me. I slowly opened my eyes seeing Negan shooting out of the small window and screaming something. My head hurt like hell and when I touched the spot I hit on it was wet meaning I've been bleeding. Negan must've noticed that I woke up because he stopped shooting and turned around to me with his dirty grin on again.

"Sorry princess for the stop before. We're not done here yet so just go back to sleep again and get some rest." Although he was the biggest psycho I've ever met he somehow convinced me already that he had a nice side too and I wanted to take it as a challenge to bring this side up and change him for good before he'd go completely insane. Before I even noticed it I fell into a deep sleep again and the next time I woke up I was tied to a chair in a dark room. My head still hurt and it pounded constantly.

I looked around, my eyes slowly getting used to the darkness when I heard steps again. The next thing I heard was a key turning in the keyhole opening the door with a loud squeak. I had to close my eyes for a second because of the bright light coming through. "Now look who's awake! How is your head sweetheart?" said a deep voice I immediately recognized.

"Considering the circumstances...not to bad," I lied.

"I got you something for your headache. Open your mouth." I was confused at first but did as he demanded. He placed a pill on my tongue and then held some water on my mouth to swallow it.

"Good girl. I wanted to apologize again for everything you had to see. Rick told me you were very new to the group and didn't even know them well." Did he ask Rick about me? What does that mean? I looked up to him trying to figure him out without success. "You couldn't've known that Negan; I am just glad you didn't choose to kill me."

"You know I am not really one to kill a woman unless I have no choice but I am glad too." He smiled at me and I could feel that it was an honest smile he gave me. I had no idea what he wanted from me but I thought it would be for the best to play along since I didn't want to upset him. "Before we continue...I completely forgot to ask for your name. So what is your name sweetheart?"

"It's Elena. My name is Elena"

"Your name is as beautiful as you are Elena. It's a pleasure to meet you. Good for me that you already know who I am and what I am capable of." He bends down and lifted my chin up so that I had no other choice than to look directly into his eyes.

"And now back to the important things in life. You've got three choices I offer you. It's up to you for which you decide." Negan started to walk around me like a predator trying to scare his prey and it worked; I was terrified.

"Option 1:" he said whispering it from behind me into my right ear, "You work for points. You work for the community and earn points which you can use for food and other stuff."

He literally kidnapped me here and now he wanted me to work for him...I couldn't figure this man out, at least not yet.

"The second choice," he ripped me back to reality, "you prove yourself a soldier and become a savior and work for me. You don't work for points and you can get everything you need BUT you listen to me and obey me without hesitation."

"And what's the third option? You lock me up in a dungeon and let me suffer?" He started to laugh and walked into my eyesight again.

"Sweetheart just because I killed two of your people because that goddamn group killed a bunch of mine doesn't mean I am THAT cruel."

I just stared at him with a skeptical look thinking about whether to believe what he was saying or not.

"And now to my favourite choice; I won't talk around it so here it goes: Become one of my wives. You would live like a queen and be treated like one. You've got everything that you want and could dream of and..."

I interrupted him completely shocked what he was telling me. "Are you fucking serious right now? First of all; you've got more than one wife and then you ask me, ME after kidnapping me and killing TWO of my group that I would become your damn wife and let you fuck me whenever you want to!? You must be joking!" I fell into laughter of despair and sarcasm because I couldn't believe what he just told me.

"Watch your tone missy." Negan said and he turned deadly serious in a matter of seconds. I stayed quiet totally terrified that I pushed my luck too much.

"You know what? Since you don't respect me I think I'll let you think about everything for a few days. Simon!" A few seconds later the door opened and Simon stepped up to him.

Negan said something I couldn't understand and then Negan walked out without saying anything. Simon got up to me and grabbed me harshly on my arm forcing me to stand up. "Move."

I didn't dare to resist so I just walked quietly next to him. He stopped at another door and then removed the duct-tape around my wrists.

"Remove your clothes."

I looked at him with confusion "What? Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I am joking? Now do it remove your shirt and pants." Holding back my tears I did as I was told. He opened the door and pushed me in and closed it without saying a word. I fell to the ground and ripped my knees open. I started to cry until I realized that I wasn't alone in the room so I crawled to the corner hiding my face behind my tucked-up legs. "Elena? Is that you?" That voice felt familiar. "Daryl? Why are you here?"

I left out a breath of relief. "Negan thought I had guts and decided that I was his." I was in complete shock when he told me that. "Who...who else did Negan kill…?" "He killed Glenn...and it is all my fault." I started to cry again and so did Daryl. "No don't say something like that! None of us is to blame. Negan is a complete psycho it is all his fault." Daryl didn't answer and so we both sat on the floor waiting for hours and days to pass by.