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Warnings: this chapter contains dub-con and sexual situations. Rated M.
*5 days later, third week of September 2013*
Amelie shifted nervously on her seat and continued sharpening the blade between her legs. Five days had passed and Negan hadn't even touched her or required whatever sick services she thought he would ask from her.
The man had however kept her close; he had never been too far from her the two times they went out this week. The leader made her attend his weekly meeting, actually demanded to hear her opinion, all the while sitting beside her with an arm leaning on the back of her seat.
The young woman didn't like it one bit; his behavior had a meaning…the man was trying to achieve something or show her something. There was no other reason behind his comportment. Was he trying to appear lenient? Human? Or to gain her trust? It disturbed her profoundly; like her, everything he did was well thought and had a specific, wanted outcome.
Amelie was leaning against the warehouse wall outside, absentmindedly watching Theo play with whatever he found to amuse himself this afternoon.
Frowning, the girl raised her eyes to watch their Leader coming toward them. Her scowl deepened when Theo happily trotted to the man to greet him. She tensed a bit, but relaxed when Negan only patted him on the head and told him something.
The tall man raised his chin to beckon her over: '' A word, Amelie.''
She slowly rose and sheathed her blade before walking over him. Once she was closer, he said: '' we'll walk around a bit; the kiddo can come.''
As soon as their shoulders were at the same level, he wrapped his arm around her neck and drew her into his side like they were old friends. Immediately, the young woman tried to push him away, but he kept her there easily. Once more, the girl was surprised by the man's strength.
'' None of that shit now; I'm being fucking patient with you and you know it. You better get used to being touched by me.'' He growled.
Reluctantly, the girl stopped pulling to get out of his grip.
''Better …Now: we have shit to speak about.''
Amelie watched as Theo ran past them, unaware of the more serious tone of the adults. She looked up at Negan, indicating she was listening, but remain quiet.
'' You've probably noticed that no fucking one was tragically killed this week? Hum?''
She stared ahead: '' How kind of you.'' she said flatly.
He filliped her on the ear with the hand resting on her shoulder: '' Don't give me that shitty attitude. A deal's a fucking deal, Canadian. ''
The girl's shoulders slumped as she glanced down. The man at her side rolled his eyes and lightly shook her with his arm as if to comfort her:
'' Don't fucking look like a beaten dog; I know this arrangement doesn't make you happy. I know you're not fucking thrilled. I spoke with my men…apparently, you've taken no one to your bed since you've been here and it's not because of the lack of trying from them. You've been defending that pussy of yours like a goddamn stronghold.''
She glared at him for using such a vocabulary: '' I told you: I want no companion.''
'' Pfft! I get it: you're either a virgin or gay. And it's fine by me; you could play with my wi—''
'' I am not homosexual.'' She cut him off, with a grumble.
He threw his head back and laughed: '' Virgin it fucking is then! Not a problem either-''
'' Could we change the topic?'' She mumbled.
The man became serious again: ''No: tonight, you're coming to my house. ''
She tightened her jaw, refraining from saying something that would put her in trouble. Negan tipped her chin up and released her: ''…and with a fucking smile! ''
On this, he left her. She observed him depart and sighed, turning her attention back to Theo.
Xxxxxx
Amelie was sitting in the factory's communal room, eating her supper with Theo, when Amber showed up.
She took the seat in front of her: '' You're pulling such a face, Amelie. What's going on?'' The woman asked, putting a piece of bread in her mouth.
The other girl shrugged and kept her eyes on her food: '' Not much.'' She sighed.
Amelie jumped when a cool hand grabbed her wrist; she looked up to Amber. She was gazing at her with sad eyes: '' It's okay, sweet heart. All will be fine.''
So…She was aware of what was going on. Perhaps Negan was confiding more to his wives than she thought he was.
'' I'm perfectly fine, Amber. '' she informed her on a hard tone.
Xxxxxx
'' You look like you're about to tear my goddamn head off. Re-fucking-lax.'' The man drawled.
The young woman was standing straight in the middle of his living room; she had been waiting for him for at least the last ten minutes. His hands landed on her shoulders and he gave a gentle squeeze before heading toward his bar and serving himself a drink. He then went to the long couch and flopped on it.
She stood there as he watched her silently; it made her uncomfortable.
'' 'want a drink?'' he finally offered.
'' No.''
He rolled his eyes: '' No surprise there, but why the fuck not?''
'' It's not good for your liver.''
He took a large sip: '' Who cares about that kind of shitty shit in this new world?''
'' I do; there is no hospital to patch you up if you mess with your health, now.'' She explained.
The man made a face and nodded: '' Not a bad reasoning; come over here.''
Amelie glared at him and the man did the same: '' Don't make me fucking repeat.'' He growled.
Hesitantly, she walked to the sofa until her left knee was almost touching his. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled on the couch; she turned in time to land on her backside beside him and not face down on his chest. Like a few hours earlier, he swung his arm around her a pinned her to his side. Ill-at-ease in her spot, she fidgeted nervously and he said:
'' You're like a wild fucking animal; you bite any hand that tries to pet you. It's alright in this shitty world now; you can bite any fucking hand that you want, but not mine. Relax; we're not fucking together tonight.'' He informed her.
Astonished, she looked at him with confused eyes. The leader chuckled: '' What? Did you think I would throw myself one you? I'm not a fucking monster. I hate violence against women, rapists and all that shitty stuff.''
She remembered his rule: no rape. It wasn't allowed inside the Sanctuary walls or during the raids. Yet, he had a harem…it was a bit contradicting.
'' Why am I here, then ?'' the girl asked.
Negan gulped down more alcohol and glanced down at her: '' Think, I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet.''
She scowled and focused on the situation; she was here with him. He had called her to his house, but they were not going to sleep together. But he was touching her like this…
Amelie rolled her eyes: '' You want me to get used to you…or you touching me.''
'' Bin-goddamn-go! I love that you're so fucking smart. Fill me another one please. '' He said, shaking his now empty glass in her face.
With a sigh, she rose and walked around the couch to his bar; there were several bottles on it: ''What do you want?'' She asked.
''Surprise me.'' He rumbled in a seductive voice before chuckling at it.
Amelie rolled her eyes and smelled each bottle; her eyebrows rose in surprise when she found one with water. She had thought it was vodka or something like that. Grinning, she chose that bottle and completely filled Negan's glass with it before returning to the sofa and offering the drink.
He patted the place beside him, passed his arm around her again and stared at the full glass: '' Wow; you're going strong…trying to get me drunk?''
The girl smirked: '' A big man like you can easily take it.''
The man chortled: ''Fuck yes.'' He took a long sip: '' What the fuck? Water? You're no fucking fun. Why? ''
She crossed her arms on her chest: '' It's not good for you remember… and self preservation.''
He gripped her long ponytail and gently pulled on it, turning her face toward him to stare into her grey eyes: '' You think I would hurt you? I've never hurt a fucking woman in my entire life, drunk or not! ''
They were extremely close now; she was completely pressed against him and he had his arm around her shoulders, holding her hair. Amelie tried to remain calm.
'' I've seen what you're capable of when you're sober: I don't want to know when you're drunk.''
The pair had a staring contest for a few seconds before he spoke again: ''I will not hurt you.'' He said firmly.
'' You already did.'' She reminded him.
She had received a good beating from him the time she had protected that man at Hilltop…
The Savior released her ponytail and sighed: '' You defied me that time…and it could have been really fucking worse for you. ''
He then pulled her down on him, she attempted to sit up, but he prevented it by placing his hand over her collarbones: '' No; you stay there and I'll give one damn easy job; fucking relax.''
Her head was in his lap and her upper body was pressed to his thigh. Amelie tried to rise again and again he stopped her.
There was a moment of silence and she finally released the tightness in her muscles. The man noticed: '' Good. Now tell me something.'' He ordered.
She looked up at him: '' Like what?''
'' Whatever you fucking want.''
'' Can I get up?'' the girl demanded flatly.
He growled: '' besides that.''
'' I don't know.''
It wasn't like she wanted to share anything with him. She knew what he was trying to do; it was better than sex with him, but still…she didn't like it: he was attempting to train her like a dog!
'' Tell me where you're from.''
'' Canada.''
She received for the second time that day a fillip on the ear: '' Smartass. You're making this really damn difficult.''
Negan finally sighed and settled for telling stuff about him instead. Nothing personal…he just talked and talked about the recent events, the things he saw before coming here, how he liked to kill undead with Lucille and the way flesh and blood splashed around when he did it.
It was a bit gruesome, but she listened to him anyway, knowing the situation could be worse for her at this moment.
He shooed her back to the warehouse that night and she eagerly went back home.
Xxxxxx
Three days later, the fateful night happened…And Amelie was certainly not ready or accepting of the situation by then.
She was facing Negan, barefoot and only dressed in her sport bra, her cargo pants and her leather wrist guards. The man was sitting on his bed watching her, taking her in. The Saviors Leader had just ordered to come to him and she hadn't moved an inch. Her shoulders and legs were tight; she breathed, her abdomen muscles contracting with the movement.
'' I'm usually more into big tits and ass, but this is fucking pleasing for the eyes… Never thought I'd be into fitness.'' He confessed, ignoring the fact that the girl hadn't heeded his command.
Her body had changed a lot since the apocalypse…not that she wasn't athletic before; she had been a runner on her school's team. However, eating less, walking for days, fighting, it had changed her soft body into something hard and tough. When she had been on the road, she was not even having her menstruations anymore. They only came back after two months spent in the Sanctuary and regular meals. Her body was feminine enough though…she had some curves to talk about.
The man rose and slowly approached her before circling her form: '' Do you ever untie your hair? ''
'' Not really… when I wash it and sometime when I sleep.''
Her hair was too long; her ponytail reached past the middle of her back…It would always be in the way if she didn't attach it.
'' Could you untie them, now?''
'' No.'' She grumbled.
Now behind her, Negan raised her long ponytail to examine it: '' A fucking shame.'' He mumbled.
He slid a hand over her throat and she tensed, the place being a vulnerable part of her body. She tried to step away, but his other hand grabbed one of wrists, pulling her back to his chest.
'' I will not fucking hurt you; I already fucking told you that. ''
The tall man raised the wrist he was holding and began to remove the leather there, before taking her other one and doing the same. He pitched her wrists guards on a nearby chair.
'' No one is fucking getting maimed or killed tonight, got that?'' He rumbled. ''…And it's damn valid for me too.''
Amelie was turned around, but she could not meet his eyes; she was too ashamed. The man took a step back and removed the leather jacket he was always wearing.
'' Remove my shirt.'' He said in a low voice.
Oh man…this was not happening.
Slowly, she reached for the hem of his T-shirt; the young woman attempted to lift it without touching his skin, but it was near impossible. The man was staring at her intensely; her cheeks became red even if she wasn't looking at his now bare chest.
His hands went to the button of her pants and she abruptly jumped back out of his reach.
The man bent his head back and sighed loudly: '' None of that fucking shit. Come back here.''
She glared at him and defiantly stayed where she was.
Negan shook his head: '' Oh…you're so goddamn fucking stubborn. Al-fucking-right then.''
He started to unbutton his own pants and looked back at her: '' Undress.''
With hesitation and a tight throat, she removed her pants.
The tall man glanced at her underwear: '' Fucking boxers…no fucking surprise there…oh if I had my way with you…Damn sport bra and boxers…'' He muttered, disdain clear for her choice of underwear.
Amelie refused to look at him properly, she had thought the man would appear less imposing without clothes on, but it was quite the opposite. The savior was massive and the way he was now, it was only showing his muscles more. His shoulders, trunk and thighs were large and thick with muscles.
It was intimidating.
'' Now…fucking time we stop stalling.''
Xxxxxx
It had not been a pleasant experience. The man hadn't been overly rough or anything, maybe just a little while at the end. To her surprise, he had taken his time…
The leader had…prepared her, if she could call it that, before and if she only thought on the physical plan, it hadn't that bad, if she forgot the situation and him.
But then… came the less pleasant part.
Negan was an imposing man and she had felt crushed and suffocated under him. She had turned her head once he was inside her. It was painful and Amelie felt like she had lost a part of herself then.
The young woman had told herself that she had taken a bullet; she could endure this easily…but it wasn't the same.
The Savior had buried his face in her neck, from time to time he was mumbling something, but she had not been listening. She was trying to think of her home…her real home, back in Canada with her family.
The man had finished with a groan and had remained above her for a while, breathing hard. At least, he rolled off of her and passed a hand in his sweaty, black hair.
Amelie suddenly sat up straight and swung her legs out of bed; Negan placed a hand on her back, stopping her: '' I would normally tell you to get your ass back here… but, tonight is a special circumstance, so you can go back to your place…or stay here.''
The girl did not even look at him; she stood, grabbed her things, dressed and went back to the warehouse. She slowly climbed the stairs in the dark and finally arrived to her room. Once there, she washed herself, trying to get rid of any trace of Negan. Putting on a clean shirt and underwear, the girl crawled in bed over Theo.
Unfortunately, it woke the kid up: '' Amelie? '' He mumbled sleepily. '' Where were you?''
She pulled him tight against her and breathed in his hair, taking in his soft scent: '' I was just walking outside…''
'' Okay…''
The boy quickly fell asleep, but the girl could not do so, so easily. She felt disgusted with herself…she felt…less.
Amelie had barely slept for a few hours and when the sun was about to rise, she got out of bed, took her weapon and decided to go in the forest to 'hunt'.
Xxxxxx
'' Where is Amelie? '' Amber asked Negan, knowing a bit of what was going on between the two of them.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the woman couldn't find her friend anywhere. When she asked Theo, the little boy told her she was gone hunting. She highly doubted that…The Canadian had brought back two rabbits not two days ago…And she would already be back to the Sanctuary right now.
The man raised his head from his dinner: '' Probably licking her wounds somewhere.'' He drawled, showing little concern over the matter.
Amber frowned: '' What does that mean?''
Negan rolled his eyes and sighed: '' It fucking means she most likely wanted some time alone.''
Xxxxxx
As the sun went down, Amelie dragged her feet back into the Sanctuary; the guard at the gates stared at her: '' You were gone for a long time for someone who comes back empty handed.''
'' Bad day.'' She simply mumbled.
The man shrugged and let her pass.
She just wanted to go to the warehouse and pass out on her bed, but her plans were soon interrupted.
'' You shouldn't fucking go out there alone for so damn long.''
She didn't look at him: '' I can take care of myself… And you told me you would not trap me here.''
The leader came closer and walked with her: '' No… I would not trap a predator inside these walls; people like you and I need to go outside and kill shit.''
She ignored him; the young woman hated when he compared her to a predator or a wolf; she was simply a girl. Not a killer or dangerous, just a girl.
'' Won't you look at me?'' He asked.
The girl did not answer and kept staring ahead.
'' No? Al-fucking-right; 'was just checking on you. Have a g'night. '' The man patted her cheek and went away.
Amelie glared at him and went home.
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