Batmanfan22: Thank you for your comment on chapter 2, I don't know why I haven't seen it before. :( :)
YukiHata: Yeah I know, right? That's one of the reasons I started working on my own little thing. I just don't understand how characters can hate him in the first chapter and then fall in love with him in the second. :)
Charlene Clark: Thanks, again! Hope you'll like this one as well!
Oh and by the way, I'm not a native English speaker so please excuse me for all my grammar or any other mistakes. I always try to correct them when I see one, but I guess I'm just not perfect. :)
Negan made sure to show me that he had the upper hand. Ever since the woods he made my life at the sanctuary hard. Yesterday, I was Fat Joey's valet. Man…that guy was a real pain in the ass. Also, quite stupid. However, I had to do anything he wanted. Negan made only one taboo. He couldn't hit me or touch me without my consent. Like I would let that guy touch me. Fat Joey liked food more than anything, hence the name. So when I had to feed him I was about to throw up. Later that day he asked me to wait for him while he was in the lavatory. What a shitty job. Pun intended. Just before dinner time, Negan appeared and told me that I had a choice, that my life here could be better…or worse. I told him to fuck off.
So today, my life at the sanctuary went from bad to worse and I was cleaning every single toilet and bathroom-like place. I was pretty sure he ordered some of his men just to make a mess right after I finished and laughed at me because I had start all over again. At the end of the day, when I wanted to get into line to eat something at least I bumped into Negan. Or more precisely, he swung Lucille down in front of me to make me notice him. He whispered "you have a choice" and then off he went smiling. I shrugged. Then I ate. Then Dwight walked me back to my cell where I was always locked in for the night.
- Good morning sunshine!
I opened my eyes to see Negan towering over me with his smug face.
- Now what? – I asked simply. I was waiting for him to tell me another freaking task to do but his words surprised me.
- Today, darling, I'm giving you the grand tour! You have five minutes to get ready. – He turned away and made his way to the door but looked back at me before leaving. – But if you rather I screw your fucking brains out right here, right now just tell me.
I just stared at him and wished that my eyes could actually kill. He left and I got ready as fast as I could. Negan was waiting for me just outside the door. God, this man did really not respect personal space. But then again, everything here was his. We were all his. I followed him through the corridors, and through the main area of the sanctuary while everyone was kneeling before him. Some of those people were scared of him, and the worst part was that the rest acted as if they looked up to him. I mean, Rick made a lot of bad decisions, but he was a real leader. Negan on the other hand…he was just a sociopath.
- I want you to meet my wives. – Negan winked back at me.
- How many wives do you have?
He didn't answer. He didn't need to. We stepped into a room filled with sad looking women wearing dresses and skirts. I almost forgot that these clothes once existed. Oh God, how much I loved wearing dresses. Negan told me to wait and do not move while he takes care of something. I just hoped he wasn't about to have a quickie with one of his "wives".
He went over to a woman who was standing at the other side of the room but I couldn't see her face. Negan was smiling at her and the woman was clearly trying to act as if she was not afraid of him. Then Negan must have said something about me because she turned her head to take a look at me. Sherry. That fucking bitch from the burnt forest. I obviously knew that Dwight got away with a little burn, but I honestly thought that Sherry was dead. Dead as her sick sister.
We should have just killed them. They didn't seem dangerous; they were simply afraid. However, it's always easier to end things before they could start. But of course, Daryl had to play the good guy again. And now we're all fucked. He and his kindness. I love him but sometimes he makes me feel like I'm a shitty person for not feeling sorry for everyone. It's the survival of the fittest and if it would have been up to me…they would be dead by now.
- So you'll go back to them? Back to kneeling down? – Daryl asked sceptically while Dwight pointed the gun at us.
- Shut up! Give her the crossbow! And you, - he looked at me. – your gun!
We did what he said and Dwight gave her gun to Sherry who pointed the gun at us with shaky hands. I guess she was even more scared than Dwight. I wasn't blaming her. She had every reason to be scared because I knew they were going to regret it. I have never been a rancorous person but revenge is always sweet.
Dwight started the engine and Sherry was already sitting behind him with all of our weapons.
- We're sorry. – Said Sherry with an honest tone.
-You're gonna be. – Answered Daryl and they left us in the middle of the burnt forest.
- Grace?
I walked over to them with fury. I saw red. I wasn't thinking before acting and the words just left my mind without any consideration.
- You fucking bitch! We helped you and your sick sister and you left us with nothing! You can be grateful for Daryl because I would have killed you without hesitation!
- Woah, Woah calm the fuck down darling! Don't you think that my wifey deserves a little respect here? – Negan smirked at me while putting his hand on my arm to pull me into him and away from Sherry – I suspect a little bit of tension between the two of you, and with all respect…you just made me fucking horny with that attitude of yours.
Sherry kept quiet and looked at me with so many regret in her eyes but I just couldn't care. I was annoyed. I was annoyed by her presence and by all those women in that room. I felt disgusted. And last but not least, I was angry at myself for letting my emotions to surface in front of Negan. He waved his harem goodbye, made some sexist comments and we were gone. Well, he basically dragged me out of the room.
- Well, it didn't go as I planned, but I wanted to show you that those women, they are here because they chose to be here. None of them was ever forced into any of this. They are with me because they made a good fucking choice.
- You actually believe that? – I asked and pushed his arms off of me. – They are afraid. And maybe you have never hurt them or forced them directly but I'm pretty sure they aren't here for your pretty face. You're saying you're not a rapist but a woman who sleeps in your bed out of fear does not make it better.
- Are you afraid of me?
- No.
- Then why don't you give into me?
- I don't like sharing.
Denial can be beautiful but only when you're a fantastic liar.