Struggles In The Dark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

New Life: Part Two

Luke's P.O.V
Negan's breathing is heavy and even now. He's fast asleep. Now's my chance. I slowly and carefully slide out from under Carl and gently lay him back onto the couch. I have to do this. I creep towards and lean over Negan.

"Do it!" I think to myself, "Just do it!"

I lean over more, my hands are just a couple of feet from his neck. Then it happens. Negan swings his arm over and connects the baseball bat to the side of my head.

"Lucile's getting antsy, isn't she? You didn't actually think I'd fallen asleep in the same room as you, did you? I just raped the shit out of your boyfriend. You must be dumber than shit if you thought I'd fall asleep with you in here."

Blood trickles down my face. The baseball bat, which was wrapped in barbed wire, caused a few deep cuts on the side of my head. Other than that, there's nothing to worry about.

"You deserve to die. You deserve absolute hell," I say through winces of pain.

"You deserve what's coming to you," Negan says picking me up and throwing me down the staircase to the main floor, which is the common room.

I lay on the ground, the pain swelling inside me. Negan grabs me under my arm pits and drags me down into the basement.

I don't like where this is going.

"Welcome to the Lower Quarters. Let's get you all nice and settled in," he says forming a wicked smile on his face.

There are two chains with cuffs on the ends. They're attached to the ceiling, not too far from the wall. The only light down here comes from a sketchy single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The lighting is dim down here.

Negan puts the cuffs on both of my wrists, my back facing the wall. Great, now I'm officially a prisoner. My hands rest leveled with my shoulders due to the chains. I can't sit down on my butt either. I'm forced to either stand on my knees, stand up normally, or rest my butt against my heels.

I could probably touch the ceiling if I stood up on my tip toes with my arms stretched upwards.

Negan starts punching. Over and over and over again. When he finally stops, blood is gushing from my nose and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a nasty black eye.

"The next visitor you'll get will be me. And you won't like it."

And with that, he turns around and returns upstairs.

Carl's P.O.V
I wake up alone. Luke's nowhere to be found. Negan lays in his bed asleep.

"W - Where is Luke?"

He doesn't respond; just grunts and rolls over.

"W - Where is Luke?" I ask louder, waking him up.

"Huh? Why the hell do you care?! You belong to me now! No one else! I own you now!" he yells.

"I just.. He's my.."

"Well? Spit it out!"

"Luke and I survived some together. I just wanted to know if he's -"

"I don't give a shit! He's not your boyfriend anymore! I told you, you belong to me!"

"He was never my boyfriend," I say quietly.

"Get out and send my wives in! Now bitch!"

I fled the room as soon as it became an option and find Dwight.

"Negan wants his... wives?" I tell him.

"That's what he calls the wives he's stolen from the men here, including me. We get food and shelter and he gets our wives. Anyone who tries to protest or run away gets burned with an iron," he says turning around, and continues as he walks away, "I'll send 'em up."

I find a place to sit in the common room and wait for my instructions.

Soon, Dwight returns.

"Where is Luke?" I ask him.

"He's being kept in a... private quarter. Don't worry about him. You have other things to do. And even bigger things to worry about tonight, I'm sure. Oh, and don't expect to see Luke again anytime soon. Follow me, you're on cooking duty today."

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Cooking duty sucks. It smells horrible in the kitchen. This isn't even food, it's a combination of... things. I'm not even sure they're edible. This crap can't be good for you.

"Serve the damn food already! Jesus, kids aren't good for a damn thing. Why is Negan keeping him alive?" the fat bald man who's supposed to be my boss right now yells.

"Because Negan's having too good of a time raping the shit out of him!" another worker answers.

My face turns red and I feel a wave of shame wash over me.

I'm in Hell. I've left Earth and have gone straight to Hell.

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It's been three days. It's been three days since a lot of things. It's been three days since I've seen or spoken to Luke, since I've slept next to him. It's been three days since I've hugged him. It's been three days and I haven't heard any news regarding Luke. Three long, agonizing days.

I've spotted Negan going down into the basement a couple of times. He goes down there with these clean, shiny, weird tools and comes back up wiping them off with a rag.

That's where he's hiding Luke. I know it. He's hiding him down there and he's torturing him. He's been tortured for three days. And I doubt very seriously Negan has given him anything to eat or drink either.

"It's getting late. Go to bed," Dwight says relieving me of my chores.

And it's here again. Another endless night of being raped and beaten.

"Get out ladies! Come get in bed, Carl."

The whores climb out of bed, slip their clothes on and leave. I'm forced to get into Negan's bed. He crawls on top of me. He's already naked due to his previous guests.

"I've been waiting for this all day. I know you have too. But first," he opens a drawer near the bed and pulls out gauze, "put this on. Your eye is fucking disgusting. It almost makes me not want to rape you, but only almost."

He takes off my shirt. I do my best to put the gauze on as tightly as possible.

"No. I haven't," I say cautiously.

He smacks me hard across the face. He unbuttons my jeans, then unzips them. He looks up at me and smiles evilly as he pulls down my pants.

"Tell me you've been waiting for this. Tell me you like it!"

"I... I've been waiting for this.." I say fighting back the tears.

He hates it when I cry during sex. During rape.
He roughly grabs my crotch, causing me to jump.

"Yeah you have."

He pulls down my underwear and begins. I lean my head back in pain, clenching my jaw. The pain is too much, like it is every night.

"Stop! Stop it! Get off of me! Stop, it hurts! Help! Help me!" I scream, like I do every night.

He begins the punching, like he does every time I scream.

"No one's coming! No one! It's just you and me right now! Stop the damn screaming!"

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I lay on the couch, my body aching, thinking about what my life has come to. This new life..

Negan always kicks me out of the bed when he's finished. Thankfully. I'd hate to have to sleep next to him.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. I regret so many decisions I've made. Like leaving Alexandria. I wish I was there, with Luke. We'd both be safe and happy. Together.

My eyes burn from the tears and my face hurts from the punching.

"There has got to be more to life than this," I whisper to myself before falling asleep.