forgotten roses (negan)

part 02 - cuts and bruises

With a grin, Negan tightens his grip on Lucille, walking towards the white freight truck.

"Damn, Luce. That's all yours?" He asks, referencing the vast amount of alcohol I was stocking in my home.

"Y-Yeah. I'd never drink it-"

"Bullshit. More for me!" Negan says gleefully. I watch him stride over to his men as I am frozen in place. I do not dare to move, even after two men take me by my forearms, stealing my bat and dragging me into the factory.

"Alright, bitch," one of them says. His face is odd, half of it looking to be covered in burn scars, "listen to me."

The other man sits me roughly into a metal chair and ties my hands behind the back of the chair. He ties both of my legs to the chair before standing back to observe his work.

The factory smells like smoke, piss and old blood. It's dark in the room, the only light coming from a dusty window on the other side of the room.

"Just because Negan thinks you're hot doesn't mean we're just going to let you in. Let's get to business. You're name is...?"

"Lucy," I spit, "what's yours, two-face?"

"Shut up. Shut up!" He slaps me straight across the face, aggravating me even more than he had initially.

"Hands off, fucker," I hiss, "don't fucking touch me."

The dim light of the window illuminates his face, "next question. What were you doing in the middle of the road?"

"I fell. Happy?"

The gleam of a knife flashes on the ceiling as the man presses it against my thigh, slicing open my pale skin.

I writhe in pain, biting down on my tongue so hard that it bleeds.

The other man takes the knife, holding it to my throat, "bitch, don't play games. The fuck are you from? Who are you?"

"Well, I'm from New York. Came down here for a business trip and then shit went down."

"What else?" The man presses the knife against my neck so that it nicks my skin.

"Um, I was a veterinarian. I'm twenty-two years old-"

"Show's over. Dwight?"

Dwight nods, before the two men start to attack me.

The other man runs the knife across any exposed skin I have and Dwight begins to kick me in the stomach.

The dripping of blood onto the floor can be heard, along with my screams of pain.

This goes on for what seems like ages until another figure enters the room.

"The fuck do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of here, you fucking cunts!" Negan's voice bellows, causing the men in front of me to pause.

"Out. Now."

The two men rush out, but not before being stopped by Negan, "don't you fucking dare think you're getting the fuck out of here without a fucking punishment."

As the men exit, Negan walks over to me, untying the rope around my hands and legs.

As the knots are untied, I fall to the floor, but not before vomiting blood. I start to choke, and Negan lifts me up and rushes me out of the room, Lucille in tote.

"Stay the fuck with me, Luce, I can't afford to lose another wife," Negan breathes, running towards what I assume to be the Saviors' hospital wing. My vision starts to turn black and the world starts to spin, enveloping in a calm and welcoming slumber.