"This is him?" Daryl heard a voice say. "This? She's turning me down for this?" His skin prickled and Daryl fought to remain calm. The man was clearly talking about Carol and from his statement Daryl could tell that he was interested in Carol but she was resisting him. Part of him wanted to smile, for a few reasons. First, simply because Carol had no interest in this man, this Negan guy. And secondly because Negan had the impression that he, Daryl, was the reason Carol wasn't falling for his charms.

"Where is she?" he asked. He couldn't resist. His blindfold was torn away and he was staring at a large. muscular handsome man with dark hair.

"You'll see her soon. But first we're gonna have a little chat." Negan eyed him and Daryl could see something in the man's eyes that just wasn't right. "You gonna behave or do I need to have you tied up?"

"I'll be fine," Daryl grumbled.

Negan walked around a desk and sat. "Good, have a seat," he gestured to the chair across the desk. Daryl sat and took a deep breath. It was going to take everything he had to stay calm. "Let me tell you how this place works," he said, leaning forward. "It's pretty simple actually. The men, they serve me. They protect this place and do my bidding." Daryl could practically feel the arrogance filling the room. "The women - they are mine. All of them. My wives." Daryl's neck went hot and his stomach churned. "But once in awhile I get one, a stubborn one, and I know it's because they're in love with someone." Daryl's heart rate picked up. "Usually I just arrange a little 'accident' and take care of the problem." Daryl gripped the arms of the chair at the threat. "But Carol - she's different. Stubborn, yes, but far beyond anything I've ever encountered."

Again Daryl wanted to smile at the truth bomb. "I could have ignored you, waited her out and hoped she would eventually come around - but there's something in her eyes, those beautiful eyes - " Daryl bit his tongue, hard. He could tell Negan was lusting over Carol and he could tell he was lusting even more because of the challenge she provided. "I believe her when she says she's going to kill me," Negan admitted. He laughed, almost maniacally, "It will never happen, but I believe in her adamancy that it will."

"So Daryl," he crossed his hands and glared. "That leaves me in a bit of a quandary. I could kill you," he shrugged. "I could torture you first and then kill you." There was a thoughtful look on his face. "I could torture you and make her watch until she agrees to be with me. I really considered doing that." Daryl tensed again, his heart pounding wildly. "But I have a different idea in mind."

"Do what you want to me, but don't hurt her," Daryl pleaded. He knew he was showing weakness, but he couldn't help it. He would do anything to keep her safe.

Negan laughed again. "Michonne told me that you and Carol - well, let's just say she led me to believe you haven't fucked her yet. That true?" Daryl's face burned red. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? "Well fuck, it is true," Negan snorted. "What's the deal man? You can't get it up? Got tiny dick syndrome? You a 40 year old virgin or something?" He was pushing. Hard. And Daryl was getting so close to exploding. "What is it? She's fucking hot. You've never licked that pussy? Had those lips wrapped around your cock?"

Just as Daryl was about to lunge across the desk and wrap his hands around that thick neck there was a knock on the door. "It's all set up Negan," a man spoke popping his head inside.

"Perfect," Negan replied. "Go get Carol and Michonne. We'll meet you outside."

"What's going on?" Daryl growled, standing as Negan got to his feet.

Negan walked around the desk and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's time for a little entertainment. Let's go." The evil, sadistic smile on his face made Daryl nauseous. Whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be good.

CAROL CAROL CAROL CAROL CAROL CAROL

Carol spent most of the afternoon pacing. Her and Michonne didn't talk much, but she made sure that Michonne knew she wasn't angry. The guilt was already weighing her down into a place Carol had never seen her go before - even through all the tragedy they had faced over the years. Michonne was deeply upset that she'd been played and desperate to make it right somehow.

At 5pm the door opened and Sherry came in with Dwight acting as a guard. "You didn't even touch your lunch," she said sadly, looking at the trays. "Just so you know," she whispered. "They're back already and I heard everything went smoothly."

"Sherry," Dwight hissed. "Shut the fuck up."

The woman rolled her eyes at him and Carol instantly sensed a familiarity between them. "Oh hush," she said smiling at him. "It's not like I'm helping them escape, just giving them a little good news." Carol was fairly certain she saw Sherry wink at him and she wondered what the hell it meant? The two of them definitely had a relationship though, and Carol was very confident it wasn't something Negan would be happy about.

"Thank you," Carol said politely as they left, still grumbling at each other. She hope that meant that Daryl was still safe at home. Her stomach grumbled and she decided to eat what Sherry had left, but Michonne still refused to eat anything.

"We're gonna get through this," Carol said. "We will." Michonne looked up and offered a half smile, but it didn't make it to her eyes.

At 7pm the door opened again. Carol assumed Sherry was back for the trays, but it was two armed men. "Let's go ladies," the one said gruffly.

Carol and Michonne looked at each other and stood. "Where are we going?" Carol asked, before moving.

The men shared a smile that made her skin crawl. "Negan has a little entertainment prepared for the evening." Carol was sincerely terrified. She was pretty sure Negan's idea of 'entertainment' was very different from a normal person.

Her and Michonne were led outside and what Carol saw doubled the terror. In the middle of town there was a makeshift cage and the entire town was gathered around. As they got closer Carol could see someone was in the cage. Her eyes stung with tears when she realized it was Daryl. She started to run, but a guard grabbed her shoulder. "Daryl," she called out.

He moved to the front of the cage, hands through the chainlink and looked at her. His face showed so many emotions. She knew he was relieved to see her, but just as terrified as she was about what Negan had planned. She tried to run again. "Let her go," a voice boomed, as Negan stepped out of the crowd. The guards released her and Carol ran to Daryl.

The cage was between them but she put her fingers through the same links as him, just to touch a little piece of him and leaned against the chainlink to feel his body. It was the best hug they were going to get. "I'm okay," she whispered, knowing he would be worried about her. After a moment she turned to Negan, her eyes flashing. "Let him go," she demanded.

"Mmm, maybe," he shrugged, giving her an evil grin. "But first we need to see how well he performs." Carol felt an icy chill run down her spine. "How well you both perform," he added, motioning to a guard. The man opened the cage. "In you go my little pixie," Negan said, swatting her ass.

Carol jumped away from him and ran into the cage, straight to Daryl's waiting arms. She didn't care that she was being locked in and she didn't care that the entire town was watching. She clung to him. She was with Daryl and that's all that mattered to her. Negan let them hug for a moment before he spoke again. "Are you both ready?" he asked.

"Ready for what?" Daryl grumbled, releasing her so she could turn. Carol looked around and realized that no one had a clue what was about to happen. They were all looking at Negan, waiting to hear.

He laughed. That same crazy, egotistical, laugh. Negan spoke to the audience, "Are you ready?" Many of them cheered and clapped.

"Ready for what?" Daryl hissed again.

Negan walked right up to the edge of the cage. "Live porn," he replied. Carol felt the color drain from her face and her knees went weak. "Now's your chance Tiger. Go get her."

"What - what is going on?" Carol got out, feeling a lump in her throat and panic seizing her body.

"Like all things around here, it's pretty simple," Negan replied. "You two are gonna fuck. You're gonna give us a damn good show. If you refuse," he shrugged his shoulders. "I kill you both and we raid you cute little town tomorrow - kill the rest of your friends, including this one." He gestured towards Michonne who was fighting the guards hold on her. "So Pixie, Hillbilly - what's it gonna be?"