Warning this chapter is rated M. Proceed with caution before reading. Threats and mentions of violence/rape.

Blake let out another muffled cry against the hand that was clamped over her lips, scrabbling at the ground beneath her feet for any kind of traction.

She was tall and not exactly slight in stature but the men carrying her along were bigger, pinning her arms back behind her as they shoved her forwards through the undergrowth. She could tell they were men. Even through the darkness she could hear their low grunts and smell their putrid sweat as they held her roughly.

Blake's heart was thudding in her chest now, so loud that she was sure everyone for miles around would be able to hear it.

But was there anyone else around? Just Negan stuck in that RV back there….probably not even having realised she was gone yet.

They had been walking for at least ten long minutes now….surely he would wonder where she had got to?

Fuck.

How the fuck was she going to get out of this one?

Blake glanced down at the ground, spotting three pairs of muddy boots.

There were three of them, and she was guessing they all had weapons too….taking her someplace unknown.

But Blake had been out here for long enough to know there was only one reason why men like this would take a woman like her and cart her away…

Her blood ran cold, trying to push these thoughts from her mind now, gritting her teeth together, and trying as hard as she could to tug her arms free from their grasp.

"You'd better stop struggling, bitch," hissed a sudden voice into her ear, sharp and cold. "You're just gonna make this worse for yourself if you do."

But Blake was past caring what any of these men 'suggested ' that she do.

She would keep struggling….keep trying to escape….only stopping, only giving up, when the last breath left her lungs.

She stared straight ahead, her eyes growing steely and determined as they trudged forwards, dragging her along, and it wasn't a few minutes later that they came to a small, dark clearing.

She could her noises now and the groans from walkers close by.

"Tie her the fuck up," one of the men ordered the other, moving off a little way away, as Blake was shoved over towards a tree, and her hands were bound with a stiff blue synthetic rope, before she was pulled over towards a tree and shoved roughly back against it.

The hand was removed from her mouth, allowing her to finally catch her breath, panting hard, her eyes darting this way and that, but it was hard to see anything around her now, in the darkness, with not even moonlight overhead to light up the surrounding area.

She could hear the man moving around the tree, trying as hard as she could to pin point the exact moment when he would come to stop in front of her, hoping to kick her knee up and collide it squarely with his testicles.

But as she twisted her neck around to try and listen out for where the man was, a sharp blade was pressed into her throat.

"I know what you're thinking of doing, sweetheart," came a snake-like voice from her side. "But don't even try it or I'll cut that throat of yours and whatever else I feel like cutting too."

The knife slid down her neck and came to stop at the point in between her breasts.

Blake breathed hard now.

"You sick fucks! I'm going to kill you-" she began furiously, but she was cut off, as a the man before her gripped her face hard, squeezing her cheeks together.

Blake could just about make out his features now as he hovered in front of her, his hot putrid breath in her face. He had a reddy sort of hair that hung long and unkempt around his face along with a straggly, dirty beard. But Blake's eyes suddenly roved across something that was etched across the man's forehead…something she recognised….

"Oh, after we're done with you, you're gonna wish you had killed us," he suddenly hissed brutishly, as Blake gave a the tiniest of gulps.

But before she could say a word a small light suddenly appeared just over the man's shoulder, a fire, lit in the centre of the clearing, illuminating all three of the men's faces now…

….confirming to Blake what she had thought she had seen…and causing her to give the tiniest of gulps…

….noticing that all of them had the letter 'W ' scratched deeply into their sweat-laden temples.

The Wolves.

Blake paled slightly, her eyes flickering between them, as the man removed the knife from her chest and strolled back over towards the other two Wolves stood around the fire

"A-All of you died," she blurted out in confusion before she could stop herself. "We killed all of you…back in Alexandria…"

But one of the other men with brown curly hair glanced over at her, giving her a grotesque sneer.

"Not all of us," he said in an almost sing-song voice, grinning widely, before he dragged his eyes away from her and back to the other two figures, the three of them talking together in low whispers, Blake could not quite make out.

Blake had arrived at Alexandria just a week or so before the Wolves had attacked. She had seen many die that day, even holed up in her basement with David and several others, and so she knew just how dangerous these men were. Ruthless and uncaring about anything and anyone.

Blake tugged at her arms desperately, but her hands were bound tightly at her back, tied taut to the large tree behind her.

She glanced this way and that, looking for any way of escape when suddenly something caught her eye…just a few feet away on the far side of the clearing opposite her…vaguely lit by the orange glow of the fire…

It was walker…tied up, just like she was, trying as hard as it could to reach out and grab for one of the three men, but failing miserably.

Maybe there was some way she could use the dead to her advantage here….

Maybe she could make a lot of noise…

Scream….try to catch the attention of Negan maybe…

But Blake knew that if she did, her being tied to a tree would mean she would be the first to be killed. As even now, without the threat of noise, she was still easy target for any passing walker.

She gave a small sharp whine, as she tugged at her bonds once more, the twine cutting painfully into her wrist. But this small sound, only caused to make the three men turn to face her.

"Y'know you're only going to make this worse for yourself in the long-run," said one of the men, a third one that Blake hadn't had the 'pleasure' of seeing close up. He had black hair, tied up into a small nub on top of his head, with green beady eyes and a pierced earlobe. "There's no point in struggling anymore…it's not going to help you."

He bit his lip, showing a mess of broken, crooked teeth as he did so, peering over at her greedily.

The red bearded man beside him gave a grin too.

"Yeah….mmmhhmmm," he said gleefully."….the things were gonna do to you….I mean we might as well just cut that dress off of you now…because you're not going to need it much longer…."

Blake gave a dark scowl…seething now…

She knew exactly what these men were talking about….only out for one thing….for it was a lonely….pathetic world out there for them….

"Fuck you," she spat, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I'll kill you if you come anywhere near me."

For a moment the trio looked at each other, before all three of them raised their eyebrows and burst into peals of laughter, before turning back to face her.

"And how the fuck do you plan to do that, huh? You stupid bitch," said the black-haired man with contempt in his voice. "You've got no weapons and no way out….and when we're fucking you from all angles, we'll just gag you so you can't scream-"

"-Or cut your throat while we're inside of you and wait for you to bleed out…" interrupted the man with curly hair. "Either way works for us."

The three of them laughed again, as Blake breathed hard through her nostrils….her blood boiling in her veins.

She clenched her fists hard behind her back, her fingernails digging into her palms in utter fury.

But the red-haired man gazed back at her lazily, rocking back onto his heels.

"Don't worry, girl," he sneered. "You're not the first girl we've found and done this to, and you won't be the last."

Cue yet another bout of laugher from the Wolves, before the green eyed man took a step towards Balke…and another…and another….closing the gap between them…

Blake bared her teeth as he approached.

"Although," said the man suddenly reaching out towards Blake's chest, and curling finger around the strap of Blake's dress. "You will be the best dressed. You know it's been a while since I've raped a girl wearing so little….what were you doing out there, huh? Hot date?"

Her heart thudded in her chest….as his hot sickly breath passed over her face, thinking back on what she had been doing before she had left the RV.

Enjoying the last of her birthday with the man who had made her night oh-so special.

These guys had no clue who had been inside that truck with her….or what he was capable of.

Negan had killed innocent people…so she had no doubt he would destroy every inch of these men sooner or later…even if Blake didn't survive long enough to see that….

Regardless of all the stuff that had happened between them before tonight, Blake was a Saviour now….and knew how much both Negan and his people protected their own.

And even then, she wasn't just a common saviour now anyway…she was a Queen….and in Negan's eyes she always had been.

She had survived the apocalypse….

Survived David…

And hell, she was going to survive this too….

And so suddenly to their definite surprise, Blake let a tiny chuckle pass through her lips, her eyes drifting down to the ground beneath her scratched up bare feet.

"What's so funny?" snarled the green eyed man quickly, taking a step back and surveying her coldly…obviously not expecting this reaction from her.

But Blake just gave a whining sigh, shaking her head, before finally staring up at him once again.

"You really have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?" she said in an amused tone, gazing back and forth between the three figures.

She gave another small chuckle, as the trio all frowned back at her.

"What?" said the curly-haired man, in a high-pitched, mocking voice. "You think your boyfriend is gonna save you?"

The men laughed at her once again.

But Blake just smirked, shrugging her shoulders and giving a small sigh.

"He might…." She answered easily. "I mean….you might know him…"

But the red-haired man scoffed.

"Pfft. And why the fuck would we know your boyfriend?" he bit back at her, pointing at her with the sharp blade in his hand.

But Blake just gave a soft smile, glancing back down at her feet.

She was playing for time now….and this could only be a good thing surely?

And it didn't take her long for her to lift her green eyes again, staring at the wolves.

"Just thought you might have heard of him is all…" she said with a mock sigh.

"Bitch, this isn't high school," barked the curly haired man, pointing at her. "We're here to rape and fucking kill you, not here about the latest gossip from band camp…"

The men all laughed again, but Blake was unrelenting now.

"Yeah, what makes you think we'd be interested in your sad, pathetic little life," the bearded wolf spoke again. "The world has gone to shit and we're just taking from it what we can….you deserve to die…like all the other people we've killed along the way, and even if your boyfriend is some ex-high-school quarterback and works out a lot….he's still not here right now…..but we are….and when we're finished with you….he won't even recognise you anyway. You're a nobody, and so is he, and in the grand scheme of things no one will miss either of you if you died tomorrow…"

"Or tonight…" chimed in the black-haired man with the green eyes, causing the trio to burst into chuckles again.

But Blake bristled at these words, but carried on, lifting her chin up confidently.

"He's not a nobody though…." Blake said in a low hushed voice now, cocking her caramel head to the side and eyeing the three men. "And I guarantee you've heard his name too."

"Oh yeah?" scoffed the black haired man nearest to her in a disinterested, mocking voice. "And what is this asshole's name? Superman? Batman?"

But Blake could only smile, in spite of this entire predicament and narrowed her eyes fiendishly….uttering just a single word.

"…Negan."

At that word, the entire camp fell deadly silent, save for the groans of the walker across the space and the crackling of the small fire.

And almost immediately, Blake could tell that they recognised the name.

The three men looked between each other now, with wary glances, shuffling their feet almost uncomfortably.

The curly-haired guy lowered his chin, revealing now the deep W scar upon his forehead.

"Y-You're one of Negan's people?" he said in a slightly wavering voice.

She could tell that these three had likely had run-ins with Negan, or at least the Saviours in the past. His reputation definitely preceded him, that was for sure.

"No," she said smartly, blinking slowly up at the men. "I'm not one of his people….I'm just…his. In fact, he's the one waiting for me back in that RV…"

She saw a gulp trail down the black-haired man's throat almost immediately at her words.

"Derek," muttered the red bearded man to him, but 'Derek' shot him immediately down with an angry, anxious look passing over his thin face.

"Shut the fuck up and let me think," he snapped, his chest rising and falling hard now.

"You know…." began Blake with another easy sigh, letting her eyes drift down to the floor. "…he isn't that far from here….and when he realises I'm gone-"

But before Blake could say another word Derek had leapt upon her, grasping a handful of her hair hard between his fingers, and tugging her head back, as he pressed a blade into her naval.

"You shut the fuck up!" he roared at her, as flecks of putrid spit landed on her face.

And in that moment Blake's eyes widened… her mind flashing back to the last person who had spoken to her in this way….

David.

Even now she paled, not seeing 'Derek' anymore, but seeing the face of her ex-fiancé, feeling his fingers tugging at her hair as he threatened her…..the vile contempt that lingered across his features as he did so.

"….I couldn't give a shit if you were the fucking Queen of England," Derek continued, baring his broken and yellow teeth just an inch from her cheek as Blake winced away from him. "I'm going to have my fun with you, then I'm going to slit your throat…and then I'm going to set you on fire. That way if Negan does come looking, all he's going to find is a burned up walking corpse, and us three will be long gone."

Negan could feel herself trembling now….no longer hearing the man in front of her speaking but David instead…that familiar voice she had spent the last six years of her life with…coming back to haunt her from the grave…

….would she see him after she died?

Would he be the first face she would meet in the darkness of the beyond? Trapped with him for all eternity?

She was stuck now…

With no way out…

And Blake could do nothing but close her eyes as she heard Derek undo his belt with a carrying chink of metal, as the knife in his hand trailed down and dragged its way up her thigh, pulling up her dress…

Maybe there would be no fairy-tale ending for her…

…maybe she wouldn't get rescued…

….maybe she was doomed….yet another victim in this world as David her intended her be all along.

She felt Derek's grimy hand slipping beneath her dress now…

And Blake let a small, scared whimper escape her mouth, squeezing her eyes tightly shut…wishing she had never left that RV…wishing she had never left Negan's side….

…wishing that all this was just a nightmare she would wake up from at any second.

But this wasn't….

All this it was real…

And as far as Blake was concerned…

…if this was the end…she wanted it all just to be over…..and quickly…

But before she could even take in another petrified breath, a loud shot was fired from somewhere nearby….and Blake let out a tiny scream as she felt a bullet fly past her hair and land in the tree just behind her head, showering her with bark and splinters.

Blake's eyes snapped open suddenly, as the black haired man, looming over her, pulled himself back and swung hurriedly around…

But immediately two further gunshots were fired….. and almost instantly she heard the men the other side of Derek cry out in pain, collapsing to the floor.

Blake's eyes flickered over Derek's shoulder now…

…just in time to see Simon stood there, across camp, between two trees, an unimpressed frown plastered between his eyebrows.

The bearded man and the curly haired guy were both on the floor now, one of them with a bloodied foot, and the other clutching at his thigh as his pant leg became redder and redder by the second.

Simon pursed his lips, his gun raised aloft with one hand before pulling a radio to his lips with the other.

And Blake had to admit, she had never been happier to see anyone in her life….

And it wasn't another second after that, that Simon finally spoke.

"I've got her, Boss, and she is alive and well. But you'd better get over here pretty fucking quick," he said into the walkie-talkie shortly, obviously talking to one person and one person only. "'Cause it looks like she's made herself a couple of friends who you might wanna come and introduce yourself to…"

More coming soon…

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