Prized Possession {Negan}

Chap12: Hurt Me

You hadn’t even looked him in the eye yet. You felt guilty, despite your mind arguing with your conscience that there was really nothing to be guilty about. He was the one that put you in that position. He was the one that left you. Dwight stood alongside you, having previously spent the 40 minute truck ride alone with you mainly in silence, until your nervous mouth started talking about Sherry and how much she still loved him, despite everything that was happening with Negan. He’d simply replied with, “It’s better this way.” And the mainly in silence, until your nervous mouth started talking about Sherry and how much she still loved him, despite everything that was happening with Negan. He’d simply replied with, “It’s better this way.” And the conversation was left there. You figured you’d touched a nerve, that he wasn’t about to tell anyone how much he hated seeing her with Negan, even if it was blatantly painted on his scarred face. You were mainly looking at him as he held the walkie-talkie in front of him, Negan’s southern drawl leaking through the small speaker, broadcasting to Rick and his group.
“Damn Rick, I abso-fuckin-lutely miss ya…What a damn fucking shame I’m not there for this fine fuckin’ moment. But then again, I’ve sent my second best. My brand new wife…” Your eyes flicker to Rick’s wanting to judge his reaction without having to actually look at him. But the glance was so quick, you didn’t get to register how he was feeling about the whole thing. You continued to look anywhere but Rick’s direction, usually at Dwight, or just your feet. “…now just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean you get to fuckin’ take the piss. We still get half, we still leave unhurt and we won’t hurt any of your fuckin’ people. Do you understand?” You could hear the smirk in Negan’s voice, and you waited in silence for a moment before his voice was heard again, “I’m gonna need to you fuckin’ answer me, Rick.” He snaps, slightly less patiently than before.
“We understand.” Rick speaks up, the annoyance riddled in his voice.
“Alright…babydoll, it’s over to you. And make it quick, my balls are fuckin’ aching.” You roll your eyes at the comment, knowing it was only made to wind Rick up and clear your throat.
“Ok, let’s get this done.” You announce to the group as they go about scouting and collecting your half. You walk away quickly, pretending you didn’t hear Rick call your name and head towards the house with the store room you knew housed weapons. “Dwight, I’ll take this house…you check on food…” You organise, just wanting time to yourself away from everyone who was judging you. And it was everyone. Probably even the other saviors. Because they probably wondered how you could so easily turn on your own family. But who’s to say they hadn’t done the same thing? They probably weren’t always saviors. You realise you are practically storming to the house as you let yourself in and head for the store cupboard. It was fairly empty so there wasn’t much to take, not after the last few scouts. You weren’t a completely heartless bitch, another savior would probably still take half of what was there, even if it only amounted to a few weapons, but you want them to have something to protect themselves with from walkers and other threats. Rick wasn’t stupid enough to use them on Negan. Plus that man probably didn’t have the spine, not after the way he treated you.
“You gonna take them?” You snap your head around to see Rick stood in the doorway. Great, you were alone, with him. There was no escape.
“Out of my way, Rick.” You sigh, needing out of the small stuffy room. Rick stepped closer to you and closed the door behind him. Now the only source of light coming into the room was a tiny window at the top of the room.
“What’s wrong, can’t stand to be alone with your own husband?” He asks. Your eyes narrow as you stare at him.
“You’re not my husband anymore.” You remind him, not even caring about the bitter sting in your words.
“Oh, that’s right. You’re married to Negan now. Guess I don’t need this.” He pulled the wedding ring off his finger and threw it into the corner of the room. You were expecting him to be a little pissed at the news, but there was a darkness about him, one you weren’t comfortable with.
“Let me out, Rick.” You demand, more weakly than you’d hoped. Rick doesn’t even acknowledge you as he walks you back to the table laid out along the back wall as the backs of your thighs hit it with force. “What are you doing?” You panic. Rick grabs the tops of your arms and spins you around, his hands instantly tugging on your trousers. “Rick..stop.” You gasp, fighting against his weight, but it’s no good, he’s trapped you.
“No one’s here.” He tells you, a strain in his voice.
“I don’t care, Rick, stop…” You spit out.
“Negan won’t find out…” He adds, his hands still tugging on your trousers, exposing your naked bum. You push your arms back, trying to pry him off you.
“Rick, no…I said stop…RICK!” You scream, tears in your eyes. You feel Rick’s large hand press your head down on to the table.
“Oh so you’ll cheat on me with him..”
“That was different!” You interrupt him, still struggling “Rick please…” You sob, unable to keep the crying in your chest any longer as it can be heard echoing around the room. Suddenly, you don’t feel him anymore, and you take a deep breath before slowly rising to your feet, pulling your trousers back up. You turn around to face him, your hair a mess and your clammy hands struggling to dry your cheeks.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” You snap out as soon as you face him. His eyes look full of fear as he stands there in front of you, speechless.
“Negan said you liked…I thought…” He tries to mumble out an excuse, but fails.
“What because Negan says I like it rough you thought you’d rape me?! WHAT THE FUCK RICK?!” You yell. He jumps as you shout. “YOU LEFT ME WITH HIM. I’m not yours to…you think Negan treats me like that?! He would never…he….I can’t believe you…” You couldn’t get your words out, or keep you thoughts straight. The fact that your ex husband,
someone who used to be so loving and gentle with you could do such a thing, regardless of what he thought you might like. You compose yourself quickly, knowing you need to remove yourself from the situation. If one of the other saviors saw you in this room with Rick it wouldn’t end well. Grabbing three of the five guns hanging on the racking behind you, you decide maybe
you are a heartless bitch after all.  Rick steps aside to let you leave without another word. “You’re going to pay for that.” You tell him, leaving the room as quickly as possible. You hate him and now he knows it.

•••••
“What’s happened, sweetheart?” He asked softly. Softer than you’d ever heard him muster before.
“Nothing, I just want you to…hurt me” you grunt frustrated, squeezing his hand again, but he let’s go of your throat, his large hand wrapping around your waist.
“Why…why aren’t you hurting me…you like hurting me…” You whine.
“No, doll. I don’t like hurting you…” He sighs, his hands gently stroking your skin.
“Liar. You always choke me and spank me…why is this so different?” You frown, this wasn’t going how you’d hoped.
“That’s to please you, not hurt you…” He explains.
“Then please me…make me feel something!” You try to grab his hand again but he’s inevitably stronger than you and keeps his grip firmly on your hip.
“No. Not when there’s something wrong.” He whispers. Urgh, when did the big bad wolf suddenly decide to go soft?!
“Nothing. I was just in the mood. But now I’m not…” You sulk, climbing off his lap in a defeated huff. He grabs your hand and pulls you into him.
“You’re my wife, you trust me, I trust you, remember?”
“Then trust me when I tell you nothing is fuckin’ wrong ok?!” You grunt, “I just wanted you.” You blush.
“You’ve got me, babydoll, I’m just not going to hurt you.” Negan smirks.
“Fine.” You roll your eyes as he pulls you back down onto his lap and kisses you again.