Three months later.
Lucy knew she was pregrant. In fact she was certain. Ever since she was kidnapped by Negan, she continued having her period. The first time she got it she begged Negan to leave her be. Smiling, he told her a little blood never bothered him, and that was just another part of her being a woman. He wasn't turned off by it at all. Embarrassed and disgusted, Lucy was forced to have sex with him and even have to shower with him. As much as she tried scrubbing her skin clean, almost until she drew blood. Negan had taken the scrub brush away from her, laughing and looking at her pink skin telling her to take it easy. When she was on the drugs, she was too strung out to really take notice or be embarrassed. Anything she needed or asked for Negan would have his men bring to her. Three months ago in the forest when he informed her about his plans, the beginning of her withdraws began.
The first forty-eight hours were pure hell. He brought her back to the trailer where she begged and pleaded to please let her have a hit. Negan sat with her as she squirmed, screamed, and cried. She vomited nonstop, and had several accidents. She had fevers, saw things, and felt as if her insides were being torn apart. Negan never once looked disgusted or inpatient during all of this. Instead he sat with her, holding her hair back, laying cool clothes on her head, and rubbing her back as she gagged and dry heaved. Twice she passed out, wishing she would just die. It took a week before her strength got back. Negan forced her to continue drinking that terrible boiled tasting water and broth.
He never left her side once. He continued changing her soiled stained clothes into fresh ones, bathed her, and sat there keeping a close eye on her. This one week, Negan for the first time ever didn't touch her once. She kept waiting for any second for him to pull up one of those baggy shirts she wore, and yank her legs open. Instead, he didn't bother her once. She still wanted the drugs, she knew he had made her an addict to control her, and here he was controlling her as always making her quit cold turkey. She knew if she ever had to do through withdraws again it would kill her. She kept dreaming of finding those syringes, injecting herself, and floating away into that thick abyss. The same abyss that had been her escape this whole time. Now the only numbness, the only escape was taken from her. He would be watching her closer than ever now, and she would be much more aware during all of this. The thought of him putting a baby inside of her made her feel more sick than she knew she would ever feel craving those drugs. The first week after she felt strong enough, she waited patiently until finally she saw her chance.
Negan still hadn't touched her. It was almost two whole weeks. She still felt sick whenever she had to eat, and kept feeling light headed if she moved around too much. He answered his radios, and informed her in another few days he would be taking her out again. He had a new base he wanted to set men up in, and told her he wanted her by her side. Feeling his beard scratch and tickle the side of her neck made her stomach roll. Tonight he had drummed his fingers across her flat stomach. He whispered that he had always dreamed of having a big family. Own a farm somewhere up North, lots of kids. Boys and girls. Kissing her, he snuggled in close to her saying that they were going to have one hell of a fun time making this little tiger of theirs. Laying there in a trace, she felt her blood boil. A few hours later, he had fallen asleep. Listening to him breathing, she slowly slid from his arms and stood up. Staring down at him, she began to slowly tip toe out. Franticly she looked for anything to be used as a weapon including that awful baseball bat. How wonderful it would feel to bash his brains in while he slept.
Instead she found nothing. For a quick second she felt the urge to look underneath the bed for Negan's syringes. She wanted a a hit badly but her mind screamed for her not to be stupid. Wearing nothing but a long shirt, she knew she didn't have time to dress. This trailer had become her prison cell. Besides her clothes, she owned nothing. At this exact moment in the darkness, she knew she didn't have time. Turning, she slowly made her way down the narrow hallway before carefully opening the door. Cringing at the loud creaking, she almost sprawled out on her face when suddenly she felt a handful of her hair get grabbed yanking her backwards. Screaming, she was flung backwards as the door was slammed shut. Hitting the floor hard, she looked up and saw Negan standing there.
"Aw sweetheart, I knew you ere going to be a pistol once you got clean. If you're strong enough to try and escape...you're strong enough to be punished."
Minutes later, Negan took a pair of handcuffs, latching them onto her wrists tightly.
Crying, she tried fighting him before he laid there on top of her, pinning her down. "Now, let's focus on making us a baby..." He grabbed onto her hips, and slid her down. Bringing her cuffed hands, she hit her face as he slid into her roughly. Grabbing onto her wrists, he yanked them away from her face and smiled. Slowly he began to lick her face. Moving his hips, he gave her a dull thrust, causing her whole body to shake. Pushing down again, he smiled, and he pumped into her again, and again, and again.
"Oh baby, I'm nice and full for you, just lay back and enjoy the ride..."
He began to rape her, shoulder blades arching as his ass bounced between her spread legs. Ten or so minutes later, he groaned, squeezing onto her breasts before he covered her mouth with his and climaxed. It was there, the second try that he conceived their child. Days turned into weeks and the rapes continued. He looked at it with glee, as if they were this happily married couple trying for the first time. He acted like they were. Ignoring the fact that the world had indeed ended, and danger was always around. He would leave her tied up every morning after fucking her, letting her shower, and feeding her before handcuffing her hands and ankles to the bed. He would always cover her up, brush her hair back, kiss her forehead and tell her to be good. A guard was always left there, sitting in the kitchen area, not saying a word. She never saw this guard, but heard them listening to the radio broadcasting, and taping their foot. In the beginning she begged to be brought to the bathroom, but the person always ignored them. Hours later, once dusk fell, Lucy would lay there watching the light change from behind the blinds around her before Negan returned. Every evening he would thank a different person before coming in.
Smiling, he would unzip his jacket and slowly crawl on top of her.
"Oh baby, aren't you a sight for sore eyes..."
He would kiss her, uncuff her, allow her to use the bathroom, and feed her dinner. All the whole, squeezing her hand, stroking her hair, and talking about his day. Then for the next several hours he would take her. Now always on her back, legs spread as he drove himself into her. He no longer worked on trying to make her cum. Instead he was hard, direct, and focused. Whenever he finished, he would lay inside of her, holding onto her tight. As always he would raise her legs, and stroke her stomach telling her how beautiful their baby would look like. Finally there came a time when she knew she was late. Her period didn't come, as much as she dreaded it, Day after day she would lay there, tied up knowing that whatever seed Negan had planted was indeed a reality. Negan caught off shortly after and demanded a pregnancy test to be brought in. When he handed it to Lucy she glared up at him.
"No..."
"I'll fuck that mouth of yours until you bleed, now sit down, and piss on that damn stick."
A few minutes later, head bowed humiliated she handed him the test. He had watched from the doorway and the moment she handed him the test with the blue stripe across it, he laughed. This laugh chilled her to the bone when she heard it. It sounded as if he was the happiest man on this planet. She was pregnant, with this monster's child. Never in her whole sheltered life did she ever think she would be a teen mom. A result of rape with this bastard. That night he carried her into the bedroom, gently kissing her neck and nuzzling in close to her. Laying wake the remainder of the night, Lucy felt silent tears roll down her scared and pale face. She was completely terrified. All the while, his hand rested on her stomach where this spawn had been placed not only by force, but hate and obsession as well. Negan refused to let her go outside now.
But the morning after he learned she was pregnant, he made her dress and wait for him for a second as he stepped outside for a second. Sitting there, she thought of maybe making a run for it anywhere, even if she smashed her body through one of the windows. She looked around for anything to use to defend herself but didn't see anything. In less than thirty seconds, Negan opened the door revealing a man. He was in his late thirties, maybe forties, sandy brown hair, and dark friendly eyes. He wore jeans, and a long sleeve shirt. He had a kind look, the same look that reminded Lucy so much of Chris. The instant he climbed up inside the trailer, he almost seemed embarrassed being there. She knew a huge reason behind this was that everyone at the camp knew what Negan was doing with her. That this entire "marriage" was just some sick twisted excuse for him to use her like a sex slave. That she was being held against her will in this trailer, and now rarely allowed to go out unless she was with him. The two locked eyes briefly as both men came in, shutting the door behind them. Lucy stared up.
"Sweetheart, this is Guy. He used to be a nurse. He's been part of our group for the last few months. I told her all about you and our little bundle of joy. He's going to be spending days with you in here. I want to keep you safe, but you gotta be learned to be trusted. Guy is a friend...so you be nice. There's a group I hear with a doctor who can take a look at you in a few months. Until then Guy will keep an eye on you while I'm busy. I'll only be gone mornings, but I need you to take care of yourself...and our little tiger..."
He reached down, patting her stomach. Glaring up, Lucy spoke.
"What, no more handcuffing me, or keeping me tied down to the bed. Now that I have your baby in me what I'm precious cargo?"
His face didn't change. Instead he kept on grinning while Guy looked uncomfortable. Laughing, he ruffled her hair.
"Ain't she a pepper? Guy, you keep a good eye on my family."
With that, Negan stepped outside leaving the two of them alone. Sitting back, Lucy sighed, too humiliated to even care. Looking down at her sparking diamond on her left hand her face crumpled. All she wanted to do at this exact moment was to yank it off and throw it across the trailer.
"Hey..."
Guy squatted down in front of her, reaching he gently touched her knee. Lucy lifted her eyes and looked at him. He was handsome in a very plain way. He had kind dark eyes that reminded her of a child. Looking, her bloodshot eyes seemed defeated.
"I brought some vitamins for you and..."
"Did he kill somebody you knew?"
Instantly Guy looked confused.
"What?"
"That's what he does...did he beat somebody you knew to death."
Guy shook his head.
"No, but I've seen him do it."
"And you're still part of his group. Interesting..."
"Your husband keeps all of his men safe. I was in bad shape in the road, alone..."
"He isn't my husband. He's just the man who beat an innocent person before my very eyes and has been raping me nonstop until he knocked me up like a dog. See these?"
She showed him her bruised wrists.
"He ties me up, fucks me until I pass out. See these?"
She showed the faint needle marks on her arms.
"He had me kept like a junkie until he got me pregnant...yeah, my husband is a real sweetheart..."
Guy swallowed and rubbed his chin looking not only overwhelmed but disgusted.
"Jesus...I heard rumors but I..."
"I don't need nor want any of your help. He's going to keep doing this until I die. He's using me to get a baby because in his sick twisted mind that's the only thing that matters."
Right away Guy shook his head.
"I don't think so. Earlier, he was talking to me. There's a group of men, one with a doctor called the Saviors. There's a doctor there. I was reminding him of two other pregnancies two of the smaller groups had. Both women lost the babies, one was a miscarriage, the other died during delivery...I told him about how dangerous pregnancies have become as of lately, no matter how much medical care we could get...there's still risk for you and the baby."
Lucy listened as he went on.
"He grabbed my collar and told me no matter what happens if it ever comes down to it to save you and not the baby. He said you two could always make another baby but not another one of you. He cares about you honestly..."
"Yeah sure, he wants me around so he can fuck me more, beat me, and use me like an object. Sorry but I'm not buying it."
Guy looked at her before he stood up. Pacing back and forth in front of her he turned.
"We could leave."
"What?!"
"This afternoon. Most of the camp are going to be North in the woods. We could sneak off, take the back paths, head towards the saviors. They are our friends..."
"That's the first place they would look..."
"I'm not saying stay there, but find it, rest and try to head out of state."
"He'll find me..."
"Lucy, I've been thinking about bailing for some time now. I told Negan I wasn't planning on staying long but ever since he found out I used to work in a hospital he wants me around. I've seen what he does...I can't follow somebody like that even if he thinks it's for the better of the camp. We'll go together, find someplace safe for you and the baby."
Lucy shook her head.
"I don't want the baby."
"What?"
"I can't have this thing inside me. Have you ever given an abortion before?"
"No, but I'm sure we could find somebody maybe at that other camp that could perform it. Still, it's a big risk and you wouldn't be able to travel for a few days plus you would be at a great risk for infection..."
Lucy looked at him.
"Why do you want to help me? You just met me. Negan trusts you...enough to at least be left alone with me and look after me? Why risk it?"
"Because I didn't honestly know how bad it was. My sister was with me when this whole outbreak began. A group of men caught us, beat me and made me watch her get raped by them until they shot her in the head. I can't live with myself if I stand back letting this happen."
Lucy stared up before sighing.
"All right, what do we do?"
Later...
It was almost dusk and Lucy had yanked her wedding band off, looking at it disgusted she tossed it onto the carpet of the trailer and rubbed her arms as goosebumps broke out up and down them. Her stomach kept twisting and turning, and she waited with Guy. They didn't really speak much, and he told her they wouldn't be able to pack or have any supplies since it would weigh them down. He had a gun, tucked in the back of his jeans. The plan was they would leave the trailer, and look as if they were headed to his tent. If anyone stopped them they would say that he was going to take her blood pressure or something to that effect. After that they would start walking towards the supply trucks before darting down the back path that led to the freeway. There weren't any guards at this time as if they hurried they would make it there before the sun set. After that they would try to find a car, if not keep on foot until they could hide.
They knew within an hour or so once Negan returned the entire camp would be looking for them like dogs. Guy seemed confident that they could do it if they didn't stop. He glanced at the maps Negan had pinned up on the wall and showed her with his finger how quickly they would leave the surrounding area as long as they hurried. The plan seemed far fetched but even the slightest glimmer of escaping brought hope to Lucy. She knew if they got caught it would be the end of them, but still even if they tried and she would finally be rid of this bastard, she had to hold onto this small little possibility as long as she could. She knew he would try to find her, but maybe she could fight back, have a gun, kill him if she could. The very idea of shooting that monster in the head brought a smile to her pale face. After that she would get an abortion, even if it killed her. She knew if they couldn't find anyone she would do it herself. Get this thing out of her and run. She didn't know Guy, but in these few hours in the trailer she knew he was a good man. He reminded her of her own father, or maybe even Chris. He saw what his fearless leader was doing, and knew it had to be stopped. Lucy figured maybe, just maybe if they did indeed escape, he would probably find some other poor young innocent girl to hold captive.
Looking down at her flat body, she had the strongest urge to curl her hand into a fist and start punching her stomach. Instead she stood there, parting the blinds slightly and watching the camp. The few people that were out were busy underneath tents, nobody seemed to be watching. Feeling her heart hammer if her chest she knew it was now or never.
"Come on."
Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned and nodded. Looking around the trailer, she shook her head before following him silently out the door.
Two miles outside of camp.
Lucy followed Guy through the woods. The sun had just set, but a strange purplish blue shadow had casted over them as they continued to move quickly. They had left the camp unnoticed, nobody stopping or questioning them. They hurried through the woods, Guy holding onto his gun the entire time. As Lucy followed him, that terrible nervous ache in her stomach continued. As time passed and they put more distance between them and the camp, she knew it would only be a matter of time before Negan came back and found her missing. This terrified her. They continued walking before suddenly she heard his voice. It was far, but sounded wild.
"LUCY!"
Freezing, Lucy turned and looked over her shoulder. All she saw was darkness. Guy reached out and took hold of her hand.
"Come on..."
Grabbing it, they began to run. Stepping over large roots and stones, faint she kept hearing her name get called. Terrified she knew he was looking for them. That's when the bright blinding lights came. They were headlights in front off them.
"FREEZE!"
Lucy and guy froze like two frightened children side by side. It was a truck in front of them, with men standing up. Suddenly the sound of guns filled the air and Lucy looked, seeing fifteen or so surrounding them in a circle, all carrying flashlights, all holding guns. One stepped forward, an older man with a beard. Lucy remembered him from the camp. His name was Dan or something. Grinning, he walked over holding his shotgun.
"Knew you two kids would be coming this way. Negan has the entire camp out looking for you little lady. He's been on the radio having us set up all around the forest. A woman in your condition shouldn't be out the woods with some little twerp like this?"
With that he swung the butt of his shotgun, whacking it against Guy's face. Grunting, Guy fell to his knees as Lucy jumped back. Glaring, she turned and tried to run, breaking away from the circle. In just seconds she kept something hit her head, either a gun or a rock. The pain came from behind causing her to fall forward as her vision blurred. Before everything turned to darkness she heard Dan yell...
"Jesus Lou! Negan is gonna kill you!"
Later...
Lucy's eyes fluttered open. At first her vision was blurred before finally it cleared. Instantly she knew where she was. She was back in the trailer. looking up at the overhead light, her head throbbing. She heard humming, and saw Negan in his leather jacket sitting on the edge of the bed, gently brushing her hair back, his eyes angry but concerned.
"Hey baby..." Lucy wanted to scream but instead she stared up at him.
"I outta kill Lou, he was trying to stop you and whacked the back of your head pretty good. You okay?"
Lucy refused to speak. Sighing, he stared down.
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted Guy. He was new, but the second I heard about him working at a hospital I thought he could be trusted. Goes to show you who you can trust. Now I'm angry as hell at you...in fact I really could kill you right now, but I know you're scared and you got our baby inside of you. So I'm gonna let this time slide. Pregnant woman do crazy stuff sometime, but that will teach me not to let you out of my sight. You could have really hurt yourself out there."
"Where's...Guy?"
She finally asked, her throat dry. Negan smirked shaking his head.
"He begged for us to let him do, tried some bullshit story about taking you to that new camp to get checked out. Boy was he a screamer. Once we started in on him and spilled the beans and turned on you pretty quick, trying to say it was all of your fault, that you wanted to leave and that you actually wanted to get an abortion? I told him that was crazy...there's no way you would ever want to kill my baby...right?"
His grip on her arm became so strong, she felt his fingers dig into his arm. Laying there, she stared up frightened, knowing better not to answer.
"I'm bringing you to that camp next week, getting you checked out...then we're going to make sure you and our little miracle are safe and sound."
Just then there was a knock. Annoyed Negan shook his head before calling out...
"Come in!"
Seconds later, Dan entered, dropping his eyes seeing Lucy laying there with Negan sitting beside her.
"Um, sorry..."
Negan looked over.
"Here..." He leaned down on the floor and opened up an old leather bag. Looking at Lucy, he shot her a look.
"Here's your little savior..."
He opened the bag and tilted it towards her. Lucy's eyes widened, seeing Guy's bloody cut off head inside it. What appeared to be a knife sticking out of the temple. Snapping the bag shut, he handed it over to Dan who took hold.
Turning, Dan left before Negan looked down at her.
"He died screaming...you listen to me now, if you ever try to escape I'll break your fucking legs. If you ever even think about hurting my baby...I'll blind you. Understand?"
"Why don't you just kill me?"
Negan suddenly changed, smiling from ear to ear.
"I love you Lucy but so help me God...you never leave me again, understand?"
Lucy stared up at him before he smiled, fishing into her pocket and took out her ring.
"Dropped this?" Sliding it on her finger, he squeezed her hand before kissing it.