Hello fellow fanfiction writers and readers, here is another chapter of this story that I hope you guys will enjoy. As usual I own nothing except new characters and ideas, I make no money from writing, and all rights go to the rightful owners. Thanks for reading, please leave a review! My apologizes, I forgot to add a warning, Rape/Non-consensual. I am so very sorry when brought to my attention, I tried to correct it as fast as possible, the warning is just for this chapter.
They have a market place, they have coops and gardens, they could be very self-reliant, but they still terrorize other communities for more and more goods. When they have a decent number of people milling around doing odd jobs, woman and men, I don't see any children roaming around; they are like leeches they have a purpose but still suck everything from you.
Negan just holds tight to my arm as he walks the compound or the sanctuary as they refer to it, it smells like decaying flesh as they have walkers between the fences as a protection. "This is your helper for when I am not around, we found this kid starving and alone." he was about Carl's age, his skin dark his eyes a warm brown color but when he smiled it was pure, friendly, and welcoming.
"Hello ma'am."
"Hello young man, I am Cameron James."
"I am Duane." he seemed charming and very unlike the rest here, he was untainted but only time would really tell if he was. He just tagged along as we walked into the factory where more people roam, a furnace was opened but not blazing with life, it has been used recently by the warmth coming from it.
"This is where we give out punishments to any who deserve it." Negan just droned on and on, pointing as we moved on to another room, my mind trying to memorize anything and everything. I was going to escape and that was the end of it, I was not going to die here.
A room that was lavish to the extreme was next, a room connected to this main one had beds all made, woman sit around all looking dead inside, not even one was smiling. I stand with Duane and Negan, Sherri smiles now moving forward.
"These are my wives you could call it a harem. They understand you're the main wife now, I have a fucking meeting get her dressed and ready for me." this was it, he left with the slam of a door leaving the teen boy and a room filled with women who all came forward.
"You poor thing." a girl that I took has Spanish origins, with her olive skin, stunning eyes and shinning black hair.
"Names Tanya, this is Frankie, and Amber seeing as you met Sherri. Come on have a seat, you want some alcohol. Duane, get her some, hunnie."
I speak, "I don't look like any of you, I am thicker. This is not adding up. I think my perverse idea was right, I remind him of someone important, a way to get them back." rambling a cold glass of amber liquid was pushed into my hand.
Sherri takes a seat next to me. "Do tell."
They gather around me listening, Frankie has ginger hair, a thin face with stunning green eyes. Amber with her brownish blonde hair, she looks similar to me, but skinny. They regale tales of how they came to be Negan's wife, it was a trend, all have been doing this in fear, fear someone they loved would die.
Sherri spoke last, "My Dwight, my sister Tina we worked together to earn 'points' in exchange for supplies; over time, however, we grew to become fearful of the community leader, Negan, due his violent sociopathic actions and oppression. Eventually, Tina fell behind on points and became unable to purchase the insulin which she so desperately required. She was offered the opportunity to marry Negan and become part of his harem, in exchange for no longer operating in a point capacity and therefore always having access to medication. However, acting on impulse, Dwight personally stole the medication he, Tina, and myself fled from The Sanctuary. To our misfortune, we were begrudgingly forced to travel on foot with only a limited amount of supplies as well as a lone pistol for protection. At some point later in the week we three managed to take temporary refuge in the forest which we had previously inhabited. In the end, Tina passed away, and I did the only thing I knew to do, I gave myself to Negan to save my real husband's life." she was sobbing by now, the girls move in and comfort her, they use each other as survival in this world, they are too scared to leave him. But war is coming, and lines have already been drawn.
I mused, "With Sherri, he used his power to create a situation in which she had no choice but to consent. He may find no crime in that—after all, they're "married" now—but in real life, we're capable of recognizing what he's done for what it is. We are not all Negan, after all. But seems he has a pattern and I am not fully fitting into it, his bat is named Lucille, an odd name for it unless he named it after his real wife who he either watched die, or couldn't save. Negan seems to have an unhealthy obsession with his primary weapon "Lucille", a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire he even has been seen speaking to it, referring to her as if she is a person and asking it to give him strength. Jackass enjoys using Lucille to kill his victims, often using her excessively to install revulsion and terror into others. It is the name of his wife, his real wife."
They all watched a Tanya chimed in, "Finally, some logic in this mess. You need to dress, he doesn't rape but he does, but rape isn't actually limited to what happens when a strange man corners a helpless lady in a dark cell. Consent under duress is not consent. We will try and help you, we promise."
"Who saw Daryl?"
"I did, brutal guy they planned to kill him because he would not break but Negan used your love to get you here without just taking you." Sherri looked at me with that sad look she wore our entire ride here.
Another girl smiled handing it to me. "A Burgundy suede silk, high neckline with shoestring straps, bloused bodice, and asymmetric skirt with ruffles throughout. Buttons closure at center back. These platform pumps with go very well with the dress, your bust happens to be a bit bigger than what he normally likes, so your logic is confirmed. Sorry, I was a designer before the outbreak, names Dina." she tried to be happy, but it was fake. Seems the woman like each other and help each other in times like these.
The dress fit even if it was snug on the girls, the heels are horrible, I couldn't walk. I try and fail try and fail as Duane laughed. "His dad thought he was a goner and left him after killing the walker, but this boy was smart hiding, he had some bumps and cuts, but he is our favorite man here, other than our real men." Amber winked at him making all the girls laugh, I joined in seeing him blushing.
I stood nearly taking a header into the sofa when the door opened, Negan, Two-faced, Simon all stand looking into the room. "Now you look super stunning."
"Dwight, a little blast from the past with you-know-who. Sherri, you and Dwight have a single night, a reward for his killing Daryl and doing a fantastic job."
He was watching my face, I kept a cold mask on when inside I was dying, I had to trust Sherri that he wasn't dead, it was a rouse. "Lucille was your wife, your real wife. I am willing to bet my life, you treated her like shit, you screwed around on her like a bitch in heat, then what maybe saw the error of your ways due to something and tried to make it all better. Then she was gone, she died, and you couldn't do shit about it." talking about a woman who I didn't know, and could have been a great woman was wrong, but I pushed his buttons as he tried to push mine.
He became intense the calmness he walked around with was gone in a flash, he broke his own rule, my face slammed into the floor as Duane rushed to me along with the wives. "YOU BASTARD!" Tanya screamed as Negan took another step back looking at us, I was helped up by two-face.
"I am sorry, Sweetheart you pushed the wrong button." He even sounded sorry.
I didn't grab my face, I cried there was no way to stop that. "There is no black and white in your world, no hands are clean. But even though your wives consent to your proposals and agree to marry you their consent is coerced. So, it's not really consent. In the society you have created at this 'Sanctuary' it's not possible for women to consent freely to marry you. There's no equality in Sanctuary. And a woman that isn't his equal can't freely give consent. As long as you have power over their survival their consent is coerced. In relationships where one person has power and the other doesn't the law says that the powerless person can't consent to a sexual relationship. A relationship between a prisoner and a guard can never be consensual. Similarly, a relationship between a dictator and one of his subjects can't be consensual." my words coming out, taking some form of a stance against him in front of his wives and his men.
"Take her to my room, gag her, and tie her to the bed post this little vixen might just try to escape." but he was angry, he was not calm in the least, the girls looked ready to keep me here.
Simon was not gentle as he dragged me from the room with two-face and Duane who looked ill seeing this, I stumbled nearly falling but Simon kept me on my unsteady feet. Negan's room had a four-poster bed, a hutch, desk, a mix of a bedroom and office, Duane watched his face torn.
"You need to be careful you're hurting her, and Negan will be angry with that." Duane spoke up as two-face smiled.
"Boys got a point, I got it. Duane trust me she will be fine, wait outside." he had no choice as he left his eyes downcast. But two-face pulled a chair over helping me sit as Simon tied my hands to the post, Two-face tied a bandana over my mouth before they also walked out.
I was alone, for a good few hours when Duane walked in a tray of food in his hand. "I brought you food, and a drink. Negan said I could come keep you company, you really got to him." he was super excited about this.
The food was on the bed as he slid the bandana down around my neck. "Thank you, Duane." he had to feed me, wasn't allowed to be untied just yet, so we talked.
He started, "My mama was a walker, she nearly killed me, but I was able to hide under a car as my dad killed her and a few others. There was blood all around me, I could hear him screaming but I couldn't get to him. I tried for days to find him but nothing, I was alone and lost. I know my dad never would have left me, he loved me." My eyes watering again, not from the pain of eating but the emotional pain hearing this teen boy, his words simple it was the emotions he poured into the words that had me.
"I am going to leave here and find my dad, I know he is out there."
"He sounds like a good man, and I hope you do just that. You don't belong here, I know two kids your age Carl and Enid, and Lynn at Hilltop you could all be friends. What's your father's name?" I asked maybe if we ever crossed his path we would know. But this kid was going to come home with me, we could be his family, a good one too.
"Morgan." he smiled this small fond smile.
I balked.
"I know a man named Morgan, he lost a son in Georgia. He came looking for Rick, he is with us."
The fire that hit the boy was instant, "Rick wears a deputy hat,"
I laughed, "His son Carl wears it now." this was a huge chance he and I are talking about the same Morgan, but it was chance we are going to take.
"I can help you escape, we can go see if it is my dad." he stood tall.
I smile, "Go talk to Tanya and the other wives, they're coming too."
The room smells like him, even as Duane has to leave and with his departure my world crumbles.
"You seem to like that kid, I am happy with that. Good kid works really hard, be a damn shame to lose him." Negan paced the room placing Lucille down before pulling a chair to my side. "You are intelligent, I did have a wife, I did cheat and treat her bad. She had cancer when I tried to fix us. She now roams the hospital because I couldn't kill her, I changed since then. You look a lot like her, I loved her in fact she was the only girl I loved. I think you will be my wife, the one I could maybe catch feelings for." his finger stroked the pulsing bruise on my face, his touch made my skin crawl.
I was free to talk now, "You can go to hell." he was a man who should not be pushed, because rules can be broken.
His sigh vibrated around the room, "You will need to be broken in too, you do as I say, or I will bring that little teenybopper here and break her in." this was how he did things, he would give you a choice, but if I turned him down he would take Enid and hurt her, he would make good on that promise.
"Consent under duress." I muttered as a finger of nausea poked my stomach.
He smiled standing up, removing his top exposing his bare chest. The skin on my face and throat was hot, but my fingertips were cold on my legs as I clenched them to stop from screaming. The bastard before me became distorted beyond recognition. I thought I might faint or vomit, but I didn't. I was held up by a feeling of dizzying suspension, like the one I have in dreams where I can fly, but only if I get into some weird position.
At first, he didn't seem to be doing anything but untying me, but that was a short-lived hope that nothing would happen. He presses my lips to his, and they're searing hot. I want to reach the top with him, to kill him, to end the threat to us, to his wives. He turned me over and I heard his zipper before his jeans crumple on the floor. I heard it, even with my face crushed in the bed...Hard and steady on the back of my head, I could feel his fingers tangle in my hair with enough force to rip it out. His palm print on my neck as tears leaked out.
Wrapping his arms around me, he took my mouth with his tongue then teeth as he pulled on my lower lip. He leaned down and licked my neck, stopping at the pulse point before capturing the lobe of my ear.
"Have I told you that I love this dress," he said as he unzipped it, "even better on the floor?" Within seconds, it was pooled around my feet, and I was standing in front of him in only lace panties and my shoes. He stared at me.
"I hate you, you disgust me." my voice broke as did his temper, I was pressed back into the soft bed, his hands so rough and painful, my sobs echoed off the walls of this prison.
"Pain enhances the pleasure." He boosted as he drove into me, his sweat dripped down on me, and I pushed to try and free myself, but I was no match for him. Pain flared on my rear over and over, he fucked me mercilessly until I was crying with the pain and humiliation.
I couldn't sleep, his disgusting arms around me, he acted chipper as he zipped my dress, so Duane could take me to the wives to have female time.
"Tell me you love me." his voice chipper but some new emotion, not love more like he dares me to go against him.
I spat out, "I hate you."
"Tonight, you'll pay."
Hours later Carson comes in with a pill, I take it. "I shouldn't be doing this, but this will ensure you won't have a baby, I will be back tomorrow." then he was gone as I was cleaned up, sobbing in a ball.
"We need to escape; every girl wants to go."
He was a monster and he proves it behind closed doors, hearing his grunts, professions of love, I just try and think of Daryl and the fact I was going home to him.
