Blake gave a scowl as Dwight pulled her down the stone steps leading down to the basement floor of the large building, a little quicker that she'd wanted.

"Watch it," she sniped at the blonde man, as she stumbled slightly on the last step.

But that only earned her a shove in the direction of a long corridor, with doors lining the right-hand side.

Blake was still angry. Had Negan been telling her the truth? Had David really been the one to bring her here? Or was this all just a game on the leader of the Saviours' part? Set the dominoes up and watch them fall….

Behind her, Dwight gave her another sharp shove.

"Take it easy!" Blake snapped, shooting him a dark look, catching sight of the terrible red scars that haunted one side of his face.

She gave a gulp, wondering how it had happened…

But before she could dwell on it any longer, they came to stop outside one of the doors…just as a slender woman, with long red hair, emerged.

She was smiling over her shoulder at someone, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks, catching sight of Blake and Dwight, her grin disappearing almost instantly.

She didn't say a word to either of them, but by the look on her face, the glance she shared with Dwight must have been meaningful.

Blake gave a gulp, her eyes following the woman as she disappeared off down the corridor.

"You've got five minutes," said Dwight suddenly from behind her, nodding towards the door before them.

Blake turned to him a little confused.

Was this where David was?

Her eyes lingered on the corner the woman had disappeared around.

He had been attractive and around the same age as Blake herself…but why would she be here?

Blake felt her heart hammering inside her ribcage…but all the same, she turned slowly on her heel and gave the wooden door a small shove.

"Back so soon?" came a sudden familiar voice she recognised oh-so well, causing her breath to catch slightly in her throat.

She took a step forwards, peering around the door and into the room.

There he was…David…..the love of her life, sat on the edge of the bed, doing up the last couple of buttons on his clean powder-blue shirt.

His blue eyes drifted across to Blake and his smile almost instantly disappeared.

"Blake?" he said giving an obvious gulp and getting to his feet, an immediate frown plastering its way onto his face.

Blake stared first at him, then around at his plush surroundings.

The room was large…large enough for a king size bed and a side table, at least. There was a stack of women's health magazines on the table, as well as what was left of a packet of potato chips.

Blake looked back at David, breathing hard.

Had he been in here….and all the while Blake had been stuck in that cell?

David took a step towards her, eyeing Dwight at the door suddenly.

The scarred man at the door looked between the pair.

"Like I said to her," he said in a bitter voice. "You've got five minutes."

And with that, he pulled the door shut behind him, leaving them alone.

Blake looked up at David once again, as he moved a hand toward her shoulder.

"Baby-" he tried but Blake pulled away from him, taking a step back.

"You've been in here…this whole time?" she said in an incredulous voice, her eyes wide and disbelieving. "While I was-"

She turned away, her hand going to her temples.

She felt David's hand reach out for her once again, but she tugged herself from his grasp.

"They locked me in a cell, David!" she cried angrily turning back towards him. "With a fucking bucket to go to the bathroom in!"

Right now Blake could feel her blood boiling. She felt furious….betrayed….

David stopped in his tracks, looking at her.

"And who was that, huh?" she said, her voice wavering slightly. Blake pointed to the door. "That woman-"

But David's lips became a thin line. "You mean Frankie?" he uttered giving a sigh, turning around and taking a seat back down onto the edge of the bed and fiddling with his shirt sleeves. "She was just giving me a massage. She was a trained masseuse before all this y'know…"

Blake scowled in her fiancé's direction.

Was he really doing this? Lying through his teeth, right to her face?

This wouldn't have been the first time he'd cheated on her that was for certain. But that had been a long, long time ago. They were a team now…they'd been through so much together…

"You really expect me to believe that," she scoffed, pursing her lips together and turning away from him.

She really couldn't believe that this was happening…here….

She shook her head and chanced another glance over to him.

"Negan told me you were the one who brought me here…" she said, her chest rising and falling hard, with every word she spoke. "That you planned this with them. I-Is that true?"

It couldn't be true…of course it couldn't….

This was Negan she was talking about….of course he couldn't be telling the truth….

There was no one she trusted more over David…them man she loved with all her heart. Maybe Negan had set this whole thing up.

He had known that Blake would ask to see David….known that Frankie was going to be there….that's why he had been so compliant….

It all made sense now…

They were all just pawns to him in some big game he was playing…

But David got to his feet, his blue eyes steely and cold looking.

He closed the gap between them and spoke, his teeth gritted.

"Don't you realise coming here is a good thing?" he said in a low voice. "I-"

He paused, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at Blake.

-"we…could be good here. Fuck, Rick and those other losers out there in that fucking place. This is where we need to be," David shook his head, his hand coming to grasp her forearm, his flingers gripping her skin tightly. "Negan's offered me all this….if we just give him what he needs."

Blake gave a gulp, her eyes drifting down to her arm, where David's grip was hastily tightening…hurting her…before her green orbs drifted back up to his face….which was now fixed and cold-looking.

"I don't have anything to give him…I don't know anything…." she murmured, wincing slightly and giving a weak moan of pain as his fingernails dug into her flesh.

But David tugged her close, baring his teeth and leaning in to her.

"You went to those committee meetings, Blake," he spat venomously. "Rick must have said something there that you can feed to Negan. Fuck me, you can be fucking useless sometime, you know that? Just fucking think of something of worth and Negan will reward us both, are we clear?"

Blake racked her brains. Those meetings' that Rick had held in the chapel- they had not been about strategy…but about community…about keeping spirits together…

But Blake was having a hard time focusing on anything right now, as David dug his fingers deeper and deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out in agonising pain.

"Please," she begged, gulping hard, her mouth dry once again.

"Just fucking think of something," snarled David angrily in her face. "Alright?"

And with that, he let go….casing Blake to stumble back, clutching at her painful arm.

She would have cried…but she'd spent her tears long ago on bruises David had given her….now she had nothing left to give…

Blake cared about him, she truly did…and she knew she had to give him what he asked…

Suddenly the door to their left was shoved open and in walked Dwight.

"Alright, time's up," he said looking between them.

Blake wasn't certain whether he sensed the obvious tension in the room, as his eyes flickered to her, looking her up and down.

She dropped her other hand from her arm shaking her shirt sleeve down to hide anything that might be on show.

David moved over to her almost instantly, and kissed her on the cheek, giving her other arm a hard and warning squeeze as he did so.

He moved away from her and looked back over to Dwight.

"Are you're sure she can't stay?" he said shaking his head, as though unwilling to be apart from her. But Blake was almost relived when Dwight shook his head and gestured for her to leave.

"Negan's orders," Dwight bit back, pressing his hand to Blake's shoulder and pushing her gently in the direction of the doorway.

Blake chanced one last glance back at David, who looked for a second, so warm and gentle, she knew for certain she must have been overreacting. But in the blink of an eye, once Dwight's back was turned, that look of love turned into one of angry warning.

Blake turned and headed out, giving a gulp as she was driven from the room.

What the hell was she going to do now?

Thanks to JudithMosalii and bhanna for reviewing the last chapter!

Sorry that one was so short. I hope you're all enjoying it so far. Oh and don't worry, Negan will be back in the next chapter as normal.

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