"What do you want from me?"

His hand went to the back of my head and his fingers tangled in my hair as he gripped my brunet locks roughly. There was a sinister smile stretched across his face exposing his yellowing teeth.

"I haven't been able to relieve myself in a while, all the woman here are either Negan's wives or someone else's. But then you came and I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity."

My heart had started hammering in my chest, I'd been through a lot of things. I'd been shot twice, I watched my mom die, I shot a kid, I watched my dad rip a man's throat out and watched Abraham die.

But this, this was never supposed to happen, dad had made sure of that by ripping Joes throat out, but this man's just like Dan and plans on doing the same thing. The only difference is now I'm alone.

I started struggling I threw my fist in his direction and it hit him square in the jaw. He let go of me to cup his bruised jaw. I jumped off the mattress and practically lunged at the door, but Douglas had quickly recovered from the blow and grabbed my ankle.

I lost my balance and fell to the ground, my head cracked against the stone floor, pain reverberated through my skull and my vision faded a shade darker, I tried to crawl to the door but my movements were sluggish and Douglas still had a firm grip on my ankle.

He started to pull me towards him. I clawed at the floor as I was being pulled into his grasp.

He kept on pulling until I was underneath him, he sat on my legs pinning them to the ground, he grabbed a rag from his pocket and shoved it in my mouth and tied the two ends at the back of my head.

"Wouldn't want anyone to hear us now would we" he said as he grabbed my arms and pinned them to the ground as well.

Douglas ran his fingers threw my hair and gripped it tightly. He stood, still holding my hair and dragged me to the metal pole in the middle of the room.

He slammed me against it and started to undo his belt. I screamed, it was muffled by the rag but still loud enough to be heard. His head immediately snapped up and he clamped a hand over my mouth, an annoyed look on his face.

"Make another sound and I'll fuck you so hard you'll never walk again, be a good boy and I'll go gentle." He smiled his yellow toothy grin once again and tied my hands behind my back with his belt.

Tears started to roll down my cheek, and I fought to hold back sobs. Douglas looked up and grabbed my face. He wiped away my tears with his thumb.

"Don't cry. It wont be that bad, you might even like it"

With that I started struggling again, kicking and flailing doing anything I could to get away from this psychopath. I couldn't let this happen, not this. I was able to get past all the death and disappointment and loss that came with this new world, but I had a feeling that if I let this happen I wouldn't be able to get over it.

Douglas held my shoulders keeping me pinned against the metal pole. I kept kicking and fighting but he only smiled and with one hand grabbed my hair again, his other hand trailed down my chest and to my jeans.

He looked up at me once more with a smile before he slipped his hand into my jeans.

Tears started to pour down my cheek, more tears then I've ever cried, even with only one eye.

I fought with everything I had, I pulled at the belt binding my hands while sobbing as his hand moved over my privates, somewhere he had no right to touch me. He pulled my head back exposing my neck and started to suck on the soft skin, moaning as he stroked me.

I sobbed into the rag and shut my eye, praying someone would hear, anyone.

Just when I had given up all hope that anyone would come or care, the sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind Douglas.

The man immediately removed his hand from my pants and let go of my hair, my head lolled forwards as Douglas whipped around to see where the noise had come from.

Standing in the door way was Negan carrying his bat, and next to him was Anthony. Negan's expression was mostly blank but his eyes were narrowed at Douglas, Anthony stood beside Negan staring at the scene before him with a horrified look.

"Anthony told me he heard a noise coming from Carl's room"

Douglas shot to his feet, a terrified look on his face "please Negan it's not what it looks like"

"Really cause you know what it looked like to me, it looked like you had you're hand in the boy's pants and it looked like he didn't like it very much."

"Come on Negan the kid deserves it"

"Is that so?"

"The prick's father killed more of our men than we could count!"

Negan pursed his lips, an unreadable look on his face. Finally he said "you know what, you're right" my heart dropped at his words, I should've known he wouldn't help me, I should've known better than to believe that people could still be good. I started to struggle until Negan spoke again.

"His father did kill our men, but you know who didn't?"

Negan pointed at me "what gives you the right to decide if he's punished for something he didn't do?" Negan had started circling Douglas with Lucille over his shoulder.

"What's our number one rule Douglas?"

"N-no rape"

"Exactly and what were you trying to do?"

Negan had Lucille pointed at the trembling mans chest.

"I'm sorry Negan, it'll never happen again" the man pleaded pathetically.

Negan nudged him with Lucille "that's not what I asked" he said with a firm voice letting Douglas know that he should probably answer him correctly.

Douglas gulped fear written all over his face " I-I tried to r-rape him"

"So tell me Douglas what gives you the right, the authority to take someone's choice away, to force them"

"I-I just wanted-"

"What? To get laid, couldn't find a girlfriend so you just decided to molest a kid?"

I would've laughed at the dumbstruck look on Douglas' face if I had the strength. I hadn't eaten in three days, or was it four? And I was started to feel lightheaded.

"I'm s-sorry"

For a moment Negan just stood in front of him an expressional look on his face. Then he broke out into a wide grin.

"I believe you Douglas, you didn't mean it right?"

Douglas nodded relieved. Anthony had an angry look on his face, but I knew he wouldn't stand up to Negan, he was going to let Douglas go and there was nothing either of us could do about.

Douglas had started toward the door with his head down. I didn't need to be able to see him to know he was smiling. Negan was letting him go even after what he'd done. I knew it wasn't going to be over, Douglas would try again and maybe next time Negan wouldn't be there to stop him.

Douglas had just reached the door with his hand on the knob when Negan tapped him on his shoulder.

"Oh, and Douglas one more thing"

Douglas turned around and faster than I could blink, Negan swung Lucille, her wooden barbed wire wrapped surface connected with Douglas face.

He went down with a scream of agony clutching the side of his face that was now littered with bleeding holes.

"We!"

Crack

"Don't!"

Crack

"Rape!"

Crack

With each word he delivered a fatal blow to Douglas' head with his beloved Lucille.

I watched as Douglas' face went from one of a man's to nothing but gore and ripped flesh, I watched as blood pooled around the mound of torn flesh, shattered skull and pieces of brain.

"arl…are…ou…ok…carl…an…ou…ear…me, carl!" my head snapped up to Anthony, who was now kneeling in front of me.

"Hey buddy" he said with a sad undertone faking a smile "everything's going to be ok, I'm gonna get you outta here"

He untied the rag that was wrapped around my head and then starting undoing the belt that bound my wrists.

I looked over Anthony's shoulder to see Negan staring at me, he was panting from just having beaten Douglas' brains in, he held his now bloody prized possession, blood and even parts of brain were splattered on the side of his face.

Anthony grabbed my arms and stood helping me to my feet, I was shaking violently and my insides felt twisted the ghosts of Douglas' hands still trailing over my body. I would've thrown up if I had something to throw up.

"Hey buddy you okay?" I immediately wanted to slap Anthony across the face for asking the stupidest question ever. Of course I wasn't okay I was almost…

"I-I"

I was going to tell him I would never be okay again when a wave of nausea hit me and I could feel my eye roll to the back of my head, my feet gave out on me and I fell forward into Anthony's arms.

And the world faded to black.