Negan threw Adalyn into the RV and had gotten into the driver's seat and started the engine. Adalyn sobbed as she sat on the floor with her head down. That wasn't supposed to be how it happened. He was supposed to just take her and let all of them be, let them live. Things weren't supposed to end like that, they were going to be safe.

Negan slammed his hand down hard on the steering wheel making Adalyn jump and look up at him, "You know, that didn't have to happen." He said practically growling, "But that mother fucker made me," He stole a glance back at her, "He made me." He shook his head, "They lost two people because of that prick."

She wiped her eyes and sniffled. Two people. Even before she had convinced him to take her they were only supposed to lose one. She couldn't blame Daryl, though. There was no way that she could blame him for what had happened. He was just trying to protect her. She knew that, and hoped that everybody else did, too.

She wanted to run up to him and scream, yell at him and tell him how crazy and evil he was. She wanted to ask why. Why did he have to kill someone? But she knew more or less what his answer would be. If Daryl hadn't done what he did nobody would of have had to leave harmed. So she just stayed quiet and didn't move as she tried to calm her breathing and stop the falling tears.

"Look kid," He said in a softer tone, but it wasn't hard to tell that he was still well beyond irritated, "I ain't gonna hurt you unless I have to." He thought for a moment, "There is a lot we're gonna have to discuss when we get home. There's a lot of shit we're gonna have to work out."

Her heart raced a thousand beats a minute as complete fear overtook her body. What had she agreed to? What had she done? What was he going to do to her? Make her do? She found it next to impossible to keep her breathing regular as another sob wracked through her, which is exactly what she was trying to stop. But her mind wouldn't stop racing.

She had just watched that man kill one of her friends. Sure, he was kind an asshole and nobody knew what the fuck was going to come out of his mouth from one moment to the next. But he was a good man. Yeah, they had had a spat or two in the time that she had known him, but they were family. He had killed her family right in front of her.

She tried to be mad but all she could feel at that moment was the devastating realization that she might not ever get to see any of them again. That she might have just fucked herself over more then she ever had before. But it was too late. It was on her, everything that happened from then on out was on her. She was the one that had made the decision to go with him in the hopes that nobody had to get hurt. Who knows, maybe her being in that RV might have saved someone.

That's the thought she decided to hold onto. If she hadn't gone then somebody else might have ended up with their brains splattered all over the ground.

Her whole body shook as she wrapped her arms around her legs and tried to focus on steadying her breathing. But then he spoke again, "You're the ones that killed twenty of my men, Adalyn. Twenty. You're sure fucking lucky that I only killed one of you, especially after those stunts that were pulled. Fucking lucky I wasn't in a worse mood.

"What's going to happen next?" Adalyn managed to say in a small voice. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know, but she knew that she needed to.

"Home." Is all he said to that as he turned his head and looked back at her a couple more times, "We'll discuss specifics when we're home." Home. Yeah, it was his home. They were leaving hers in the dust.

She carefully stood up. She had to try and make him think that she was stronger then what she was showing him. She had to be brave, bold. He had to know she was willing to fight. She slowly made her way to the front of the RV, "Can I sit here?" She asked, pointing at the passenger seat. He nodded his head and she sat down. It was silent for a few moments as she tried to think of what to say, what to do. But she was terrified and her mind went blank.

So fucking much for being brave, huh?

"Are you a murderer, Adalyn?" He asked looking over at her.

Her brows furrowed as she looked down at her lap, "I think at this point we've all had to kill for one reason or another. But I haven't hurt anyone that didn't make me."

"Like you made me?" He asked with a smirk and cocked eyebrow.

She glared at him as she spoke, building up the courage to speak her mind, "You think everything that happened was our fault? Do you think we wanted to kill anyone? Do you think we enjoy doing that kind of shit? You're the fucking physcopath, you're the one who thinks that you're better then everybody else. You're the one that tries to take anything and everything that you could possibly want with having no fears of repercussions. You're the goddamned bastard."

He cracked his neck and took a hand off the steering wheel and grabbed a hold of the top of her ponytail, pulling it back, "You're going to have to learn to be more respectful to your master."

She winced as he pulled on her hair, "Master?" What the hell was he talking about? He wasn't her master and he couldn't control her. She spent her whole life trying to convince everybody that she was her own person. This man couldn't take that away from her, could he?

"Damn straight, my little puppy dog. You belong to me now. You do as I say when I goddamned say it. Understand? You're mine. You gave yourself to me, you said you'd do anything, did you not? And this is what you have to do." He pulled out her hair tie and threw it out the window, he ruffled her hair, "I like it when my puppy's hair is down."

She tried to swat his hand away, but he grabbed onto her wrist with bruising force, "Stop it!" She yelled as he pulled her towards him with a loud growl.

Fear coursed through her veins at the pure anger that covered his face, "Puppy never lays a finger on Master. When she does, she gets punished." He pushed her back behind the seats, "And you'll receive that punishment when we get home, am I understood?" She didn't respond as she stared at him in shock, "Do you fucking understand me!"

She jumped at his loud, harsh tone as fresh tears spring to her eyes, "Yes."

"Yes what, Puppy?" He growled in anger.

"Sir?" She said more as a question as she wasn't completely sure what he wanted her to say.

"When Puppy acknowledges me she is to call me Master." He said with a slight chuckle, she could swear that this man was bipolar with how different he was acting one second to the next, "So, what do you say, Puppy?"

"Yes," She hesitated for a long moment. Was she really going to let this man degrade her like that? What was he going to do to her when they got to his place? Was it worth fighting him at the moment over something as feeble as words? She didn't think about it any longer when he warningly glared back at her, "Master." She really was weak, wasn't she?

"You can be a good girl if you want to." He said as he entered the gates and parked the RV, "Home sweet home." He said with a grin, "Ready to go? Ah, it doesn't fucking matter if you're not." He said walking back and crouching down in front of the girl on the floor, "Come on." He said calmly as he held out his hand for her, "I really don't want to have to hurt you, girl. I don't. Honestly that's the last thing I want to do today, but I'll still do it if I have to."

She tentatively took his hand afraid of making him mad again. He smiled at her as he stood up, pulling her up with him. She pulled her hand away when he didn't let go, he glared at her but didn't do anything else about it. He grabbed a fistful of the back of her shirt and pushed her in front of him. He took her out of the RV and continued pushing her along.

She stared at the walkers that were stuck on the large fence and felt sick. That was a tragedy just waiting to happen, nothing like that could ever end well. From experience she knew that walkers shouldn't be used to guard anything, let alone your stronghold. But she didn't say anything and just walked along with him, wishing he would take his hand off of her.

He shoved her through the front door, "Welcome home." When she faced him he struck her in the head with his baseball bat, knocking her out. He caught her as she fell to the ground, "My little puppy."