The Girl That Named the Bat.

You Belong To Me.

My face was lying on the dusty floor, saviours surrounding us with their guns aimed sharply at our heads. Negan, staring down at me with his head cocked. My dad was shaking as he sat on his knees. Michonnes' hands were rubbing against her knees from stress. Even Abraham was showing a rare display of nervousness as he began to sweat.

Negan took the pen from earlier and took the cap off with his teeth, lifting my blood-stained plaid shirt up to reveal my warm skin.

"Sorry kid, this is gonna be as cold as a warlocks ball sack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and just dragged a line across your forearm," With those words I watched as Negan drew a clean black line across my arm, my dad tilted towards Negan, his hair still sweat drenched. His breath began to hitch, and my dad seemed to peice together what was happening before I did. Rick's strong demeanour faltering, his face dropping with his mouth agape. Negan looked at my dad,

"There you go, gives you a little leverage." He offered my dad a sly grin as my breathing began to labour, slowly realising what was about to happen.

"Please, no, please, please don't." My dad stuttered out, his body tremouring. He looked at Negan, despair filling his eyes. Negan chuckled,

"Me? I ain't doing shit." With those words, he rose to his feet, letting out a sigh, Negan began to approach the girl from earlier before stopping and glancing back at my dad.
"Rick, I want you to take your axe and cut your sons left arm off. Right on that line. Now I know, I know you've got to process that for a second. That makes sense." Negan briefly paused, looking down at my dad, towering above him.
"Still though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies. Then all the people in this place die. And then you, eventually." Negan let out a pleased breath and put his tongue between his teeth,
"I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years just so you can stew on it." He leant forwards looking at my dad with his brows furrowed. He leant his weight forward slightly, his fingers still tightly gripping his bat as if it was a precious commodity.

Michonne began to almost bounce on her knees as she began to plead with Negan,
"You dont-You don't have to do this. We understand. We understand." Her voice was quivering, her hands placed on the floor in front of her, almost begging.
"We-" Before she could continue, Negans rough voice interrupted her, his tone being raised at her begging.

"You understand." He grinned, raising his brows smugly, a light chuckle escaping his chest.
"Yeah." His face was bright with pride. He pointed towards my dad,
"I'm not sure that Rick does." He glared down at my dad, who wouldn't meet his eyes. My dad continued to shake as he glanced from Negans jacket to me. I looked up at my dad, my brows furrowed as I breathed in the dust from the floor.

"I'm gonna need a clean cut. Right there on that line. Now I know this is a screwed up thing to ask. But, it's gonna have to be like a salami slice, nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees, give us something to fold over. We've got a great doctor, the kid will be fine." Negans words dripped with manipulation as he effortlessly attempted to convince my dad into cutting off my left arm, I felt myself begin to shake slightly.

"Probably." The dark-haired man grinned down at me, his dimples showing, I glanced up at him, my eyes burning with animosity for him. I knew that this 'new world' was a cruel and messy place, but now, knowing people like Negan still existed disgusted me. We were all fighting for survival, even him. But, he treated our fight for survival as pathetic, like we were little ants he could burn alive with a magnifying glass.

The only noise that could be heard for a few moments was heavy breathing. No one wanted to speak up as my dad tried to process the situation. I don't think I could even begin to fathom what was about to happen. My own dad was being forced into cutting my arm off. It didn't feel real. It felt like some fever dream or something you'd read about in a comic book.