Wicked Games ~ Negan

Chapter Two: Cell B

"Give me your fucking arms." The strange man hissed, roughly grabbing my arms and tying them tighter than needed. I whimper and try to cover my breast but the man just chuckles. "If you weren't Negan's toy, you would definitely be under me right now." He purred quietly and I cringe. I look down and began to cry which feels like the 100th time I've cried today and I yearning sleep or time for myself. The man with the burnt face moves away from me and my eye immediately connect with Daryl. His eyes are low and can barley look at me. I drop my head realizing that Negan had his mark on me and made it clear to everyone, even Daryl.

Negan makes his way over to me, jerking at my arms. "Time to go princess." I groan out as he helps me up but I tense up when I put pressure on my right foot. "I'll walk behind you so nobody can see you. Okay baby?" He smirks and I roll my eyes and begin to limp to the RV. My hand reaches for the latch connected to the door but my arms go limp. Suddenly, a hard, muscular body closes the space between us and my body presses against Negan's front, his head in my hair. His large hand pulls open the latch, the left one holding onto my waist. "Damn you look rough and you definitely act it too, baby girl."His hot breath fanning on my face. I bite my lip, looking at the ground in the sudden feeling growing in my stomach that had been gone for so long. "You biting your lip makes wanna fuck you right here, right now. So if you don't want that then don't do it." He growls roughly opening the door slamming it open. He pushes my back leading me to the couch. My heart races as I sit down, hearing the door shut and the RV start up.

I look over and Negan sets Lucille down that is covered in my life long friend's blood and skin. My throat chokes and my stomach begins to turn.  He walks in the back, not saying a word. I look forward and see a man staring at me, his eyes bright but really they had turned dark. I lift my arms to cover myself and look away disgusted in his men. But really I am disgusted with myself.

"I like your hair." The man speaks out. His eyes burn holes into me and places his gun to his side. "My daughter, she had hair like that. The most gorgeous hair any girl could have. Long brown curls," He murmurs low, not causing any attention. My face turns red as I slowly peak to look at the man, his old tired face filled with a dark scrub.

"Thank you." I whisper giving him a small smile. I lay my head against the hard wood lining the wall, my tired eyes finding the darkness.

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I'm violently shook awake, my eyes flutter open searching for Daryl to be the one. My body jerks forward and I look up to see the monster himself. Memories flood through my head and I am quickly reminded what happened hours ago. Tears blur my vision but my tied hands wipe them away before they are tugged in front of me. Blood and bruises cover my arms and my eyes wonder to Negan, his face emotionless.

Negan's hands fumble with his belt his eyes never leaving me. I began to observe him, the light showing many details the dark never did. His face is covered in scuff and his eyes are the most blackest eyes I've seen anyone have. Negan is muscularly built, his muscles moving under his tight leather jacket and red scarf. He is taller then most men alive at the moment and his hair is slicked back, little hairs wild here and there.

Promptly, he brings out a knife and connects it to the rope, myself flinching and pull back. He scoffs and tightly grab my bruised arm pulling me forward. I whine and my curls fall in my face and the cold metal touches my skin. Negan drops my arm turns away. "Take these and put them on. I don't fucking know what size you wear so I got whatever my girls had. If you fit them." His malicious words fill the air and I gasp. I turn away from him and shoot up from my seat. His words cut through a freshly closed wound and to admit it hurt. My heart clenched and I didn't know how to respond. Tears welted in my eyes and my body turned into fire.