Warning: There is sexual content at the end of this chapter.
"Oh my God." Katherine couldn't believe what she was watching. She knew Negan was cruel, but this was a whole new level for her to see. She couldn't imagine that he was able to get any more crazy than he already was, but she was clearly wrong. So wrong.
"Come on, Dwight, take it like a man!" Negan laughed. "You took Sherry like a man. Against my fucking say," he said lowly as he removed the iron from Dwight's face. His skin resembled melted cheese on a pizza, steaming from the severe heat. His skull was visible where parts of his flesh burned to nothing, and his eyeball was exposed.
Sherry cried out into Courtney and Debra's embrace. This was her fault and she could have prevented it if she just listened.
"Next time I won't go so eas-" Negan looked up, nearly choking on his own voice. Katherine stood in shock. She shook her head, putting her hand on her face. She turned around, disappearing behind the crowd before what she saw made her sick.
He looked down at Dwight who was now out cold. "Ah, shit. Someone get this cleaned up." He pushed past a few people, going inside and heading towards the infirmary.
Katherine went back to the only place she knew aside from Negan's room. "What the fuck was that?" she asked herself, growing nauseous.
She looked around to see the bathroom that was connected to the infirmary. She closed the door and faced herself in a mirror. "Holy shit," she got closer. She almost didn't recognize her own face.
She stepped away, looking at the toilet. She had held her pee in for so long that she barely felt the urge. She unzipped her pants and hovered awkwardly over the seat, sending shooting pains to her wound. When she finished she wiped and pulled her pants back up.
She visualized the man's burnt face, shaking her head. What could he have possibly done to deserve that? She couldn't shake the thought, but figured that Negan may not have even needed a reason for it in the first place.
She flushed the toilet, half expecting the plumbing to be out, but it wasn't.
She opened the door and to her surprise, Negan was in the doorway of the infirmary.
"You're awake," he stated.
"What the hell was that? What were you doing to that guy?" she questioned.
He laughed, "who, Dwight? Caught Sherry with him last night."
Her eyes widened, "he got his face mutilated because he slept with one of your fake wives? I can't wait to hear her punishment."
"That was her punishment. His punishment is to continue watching as I do whatever the fuck I please with his ex-wife," he said proudly. "And fucking say that again and I'll have you thrown to the flesh-eaters."
"Wait, what?" she was dumbfounded. His wife was Dwight's ex-wife? This entire situation made her brain crash into itself.
"what does that punishment prove at all?" she questioned.
"Don't fuck with me," his arms extended to the sides and his head tilted with a smirk.
She shook her head, "it's one thing to kill the enemy, but why torture one of your own for doing something so small? You did say she was his ex-wife afterall."
"She knows she can stop being a wife anytime she damn well pleases. If she wants to go back to Dwight, she can. But cheating isn't tolerated. You don't fucking cheat on me and get off easy."
"You just have a big fucking ego, don't you?" she spat.
She winced, cursing to herself in pain when she moved herself the wrong way.
"Why are you even up in your condition?" he asked her.
"Why do you even care?"
"I fucking don't, I'm just being polite," he waved her off, turning to leave.
"Where are you going?" she called out. He was repulsive, but the only thing she knew at the moment.
"You're just gonna leave me here? I-I proved myself. I saved your ass! I deserve..something!" she said loudly, not even sure he was listening.
"How about one hour with my cock?" he smiled, his teeth exposed.
She squinted her eyes, "you're disgusting!"
"That's a damn shame. I really wanted to get you back in those handcuffs," he sucked his teeth.
"Can you be serious for just five fucking minutes? Please!" she grew lightheaded, losing her footing and falling to the ground. Negan rushed over to lift her up and attempted to walk her to the bed.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," she pushed him away but grabbed the leather of his jacket, pulling herself close to him to avoid falling again.
"I thought you were fine?" he grinned.
"I am," she grumbled. He held her wrist and turned her around, leading her to the bed where she sat.
"It hurts so bad.." she whispered, shutting her eyes and gripping her shoulder.
Negan sighed. "What is it that you want?"
"A room. Somewhere to sleep," she looked up at him, her eyes glassy.
"I'll think about it."
"Please," she begged, hanging her head. He smirked at the thought of her begging. If she were looking at him, he'd probably pop the zipper of his pants.
"There's always an open spot to be my wife. Make my fucking day and you'll have a place to sleep."
"I rather sleep in the dirt," she said. He scowled at her sarcastic comment.
"Your wish is my command," he agreed.
Her head shot up, "what?"
"You want a place to fuckin' sleep, you can sleep outside until you earn a room." He hated being denied. He can have any girl eating out of the palm of his hand. They'd be a wife and he could fuck their brains out every night. Katherine, on the other hand, was different. She wasn't so easily bargained with, and the worst part of all? She was beautiful. Something he wasn't so used to and it messed him up inside.
"You can't be serious," her brows furrowed. "Because I won't be your damn wife? Because I won't let you fuck me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Katherine. You're just a fucking object that someone gave to me." She felt her heart sink to her stomach. "So, you think because you hit a guy and took his gun that you just get things handed to you?" he threw his head back and laughed.
"If I'm nothing but some object then why are you here?"
"Because I'm surprised you're not fucking dead like I thought you would be."
Her eyes widened at his blunt words, holding back tears. They became bloodshot, glossing over the more she fought it.
"Don't fucking question the way I do things around here." He left her to herself. She just sat, repeating his words in her head. You're just a fucking object that someone gave to me. A tear rolled down her cheek and fell from her chin, making a light tap on her leg. A second came from the other eye, followed by more until it was impossible to hold back.
"Fuck this place.." she stood up, grabbing her folded flannel and putting it on. She barged out of the room and out of the building. The crowd from earlier had disappeared and the sun was already set, leaving little light in the sky.
She looked around, her vision circling. She couldn't stay focused in one direction. Her head became dizzy but she tried to push through. She couldn't stand being around Negan any longer. All he wanted was sex and she wasn't about to give herself to him just because the world has virtually ended. She still had self-respect and standards.
The wall seemed never-ending while she searched for the way out. It became harder to focus and she was getting confused, knowing that she has already gone by this spot multiple times already.
She had tunnel vision and she could barely breathe. She began to panic, "how do I get out of here!?" she collapsed on the ground, too weak to move. She watched as someone approached her.
"Help," she cried out to them. The closer they got, the more panic set in. This was no person.
"Shit!" she was helpless at this point. She used all her strength to try and get to her feet. The thing tackled her and she coould only put her hands on it's head to barely keep it from biting her. She screamed, hoping someone would hear her. The rotting flesh was slimy and disgusting, making it even harder to hold onto. Her hand shakily crumbled, letting it's head fall to her neck. She screamed as it bit down on her.
She saw someone run over and stab it in the head. It's body weight fell onto her and she just laid there, her muscles shaking intensely.
"You're alright, I got you," a voice spoke, the words bouncing against the jello walls of her mind. It sounded familiar yet she couldn't decipher if it were male or female.
The weight lifted from her body, allowing her airways to open up. "B-b-b-bit," she managed to get out.
"Shh," they comforted. She closed her eyes, going back to the day Negan put her in his vehicle.
"Negan.." she was going in and out of a semi-sleep state, still feeling and hearing everything going on around her.
"Why was she out there? I told her to stay in bed unless she had to use the bathroom! We don't know the very extent of her injuries- She went into Hypovolemic Shock from the blood loss."
"She's barely fucking breathing. Is she going to die? I thought you said she was going to be fine," Negan was pissed.
"I'm using my best judgement here! It's not like I have an entire medical facility to work with. And last time I checked, you didn't care if she lived or died!" Jen was smarter than Negan and could hold her own in a petty argument that he started.
"I don't, God-fucking-damn!" he was like a child, the way he denied the truth so defensively.
"You know, you're only human, Negan," Jen sighed. "A pretty girl comes around and she's not like Sherry, not like Courtney, not like Deb. It's alright to like someone. People will fear you just the same."
He shook his head, "I don't need fucking therapy sessions, Jen. Just do your job."
Negan stormed off in an annoyed frame of mind. He went back to his room, furious.
"Where are the other girls?"
"In the other room, why? Is something wrong?" Courtney asked. He went into his drawer and got a condom. He approached her, grabbing her arms and turning her around so her back faced him. He pushed her onto the bed, grabbing hold a chunk of hair so she couldn't move. "What's gotten into you?"
"Just shut the fuck up," he pulled her thong down and slapped his palm against her ass, leaving a red handprint. She jumped, giggling and looking back at him with seductive eyes.
"Don't fucking look at me," he pulled tighter on her hair, forcing her head to look forward. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes as he pulled himself out of his pants with one hand. He swooped his arm under her stomach, lifting her bottom half from the bed for easier access.
He let go of her hair and rolled the condom on himself then slowly slid inside her. He imagined Katherine's nice ass smacking against him as he thrusted himself quickly in and out of Courtney. She let out sporadic moans and whimpers that sent him to the edge quicker than ever. He slumped over her, muffling his voice as he swore into her back.
He pulsated inside until he regained his strength and pulled out.
"Wow, um, that was,uh-"
"Just shut the fuck up, Courtney."
