Prized Possession {Negan}

Chap 2: We Will See

You dumped your bag down alongside Lucille. Thankfully Negan had allowed you get dressed and pack some clothes for your time away. You didn’t know how long you would be stuck with him, or when you’d see Rick and the rest of your family again, but you had every faith Rick would try his damned best to save you somehow. Or at the very least, you hoped once Negan got bored of you, he’d take you back. You could only pray.
Make yourself at home, my room is your room whilst you’re here,” Negan announced with his arms wide before he removed his leather jacket and dumped it on one of his dark leather couches. You’d rather a cell, you thought to yourself.

You hated being in the same breathing space as that man. But at least here there was a sofa and a bathroom. You noted how clean everything was and wondered if he had one of his many infamous wives to clean for him. You silentlysnort at the idea, of course he did. Negan probably didn’t have to lift a finger here. “Don’t touch a fuckin’ thing,” he warned, heading over to a drinks cabinet in the corner of the room, pouring himself a sizeable glass of what you assumed to be whiskey, “not without my permission first.” He turned around with his drink in his hand and headed over to you again, “That goes for everything else too. You won’t even take a fucking breath without my fuckingpermission.” He warned you, getting close. The smell of musk filling your nose. You hated that some twisted part of you liked the smell. He licked his teeth as a smile returned to his lips. “Fuckin’ relax, darlin’.” He walked around you to his couch and sat down on it, wrapping his arm up and around the back of the sofa. You could tell he was inviting you to sit with him, but you didn’t want to be near him. You folded your arms over your chest as you stood there
stubbornly

Sweetheart, I know I gave you giant lady sized blue balls back there, but it doesn’t have to be this fucking hostile between us. I’m sure we can work something out,” he chirped. He patted the sofa next to him, but you refused, once again. “I’m not asking, doll’,” he warns you, his smile not so friendly - not that it’s ever friendly, really. You take small steps, trying to take as long as you can to reach his side. You sit down, setting as much distance from him as you can. You don’t look
at him, just your lap. You could feel your tough girl exterior cracking, petrified of what he had planned for you.

“Please don’t rape me,” you whispered barely audible. Negan let out a hearty laugh which made you almost jump out of your skin.

Oh babydoll, I may be the big bad fucking wolf but I don’t RAPE people. I have fucking rules, I have lines I do not drag my fucking balls across,” he told you, sitting forward, trying to bring his face level with yours, much to your discomfort which you were sure he could see riddled all across your face. “No one gets my fucking dick until they fucking ask for it.” You let out a breath you’d been holding and felt the relief wash over you. You would never ask for it, so you were safeAt least, you were in that regard, that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt you in other ways, ways you’d seen him capable of as you thought of Abraham and Glenn with a heavy heart. “But baby, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you.” His smirk was evil, surrounded by his salt and pepper beard, that up close, was strangely attractive on him. You immediately frowned at the thought and shook your head.