"Why the fuck not?" Negan's eyes flamed with a ferocity you almost flinched away from.
"I have a question first." You stated, drawing in his attention like a fish caught on a line.
"Fine, shoot."
"If I become your wife, can I earn my keep?" You asked and he looked at you like you were speaking another language.
"What? What makes you think the other wives don't earn their keep?" You mulled over this question for a moment and widened your eyes as you got his meaning.
"That's precisely the problem. I don't want to earn my safety in exchange for sleeping with you. I want to actually do something to help other people. I don't want to just be a toy for you to play with. I don't want to sleep with you, Negan. I want to help people." You felt confident with your proposition until Negan laughed, once again.
"Fuck no. Not happening."
You frowned and glared at him for thinking that this was actually up to him.
"I demand it."
His eyes sparked with a sudden interest that almost excited your body and thrilled your mind all at once. However, his smile suddenly vanished and he stood, striding towards you with a determination that threatened you, but at the same time turned you on.
"You demand nothing, girl. I lead these people and you with follow like the good fucking puppy you are. You haven't even been with me one day and already you think just because I asked you to be my wife, that you have some sort of hold on me. Jesus woman, I haven't even slept with you yet." His words sliced through you like a freshly sharpened knife.
"Then I will not become your wife." With those words out of your mouth, he stepped dangerously close to you, making your breath hitch. He crouched eye level with you and was a mere, 2 inches from your face.
"Then you are making a big fucking mistake." His words were thrown at you with such force, you felt the spittle that came afterward, hit your face. He marched out of the room and you let out the breath you had been holding. You put a hand to your chest to feel your accelerated heartbeat.
What have you gotten yourself into?
Dwight entered the room and when he saw you, he laughed.
"Come on. Negan is already heading to the compound. You'll ride with me." He didn't touch you, just motioned for you to follow him and left without waiting to see if you were coming.
The car ride was silent, except for the few bumps of the road along the way. The compound was much bigger than you were expecting and you realized that escaping this place would be one helluva job. It didn't falter your assurance that you would no doubt, make it out of here.
The truck pulled up to a gate and when they saw Dwight, they waved him through.
Instead of going into the front of the compound, Dwight pulled the truck around to the back. He got out and began walking toward a tall, metal door. You hurried to catch up to him and reached the door just as he opened it.
"After you princess."
You stopped and faced him.
"Don't ever fucking call me that again. I'll remember you." You said with a voice full of menace that you didn't even know you were capable of.
Instead of taking it back or even responding, the scarred man only stared at you. He seemed to think for a moment and suddenly he grasped your arm and pulled you to his chest.
You gasped and almost began to yell for him to let go, but he covered your mouth with one hand and held you in place with the other.
"Here's the deal, princess. You don't defy me, and I don't remember you. Got it? So how about you swallow that smart mouth and bitchy attitude or I'll give you something else to choke down your throat." You could barely believe the words this man was saying and fear finally crept into your conscious about what he was likely to do to you.
He released his grip, shoving you back, letting you hit the wall. The air seemed to return to your lungs after a moment and he gestured for you to walk inside.
You stepped through the threshold and noticed the air was slightly colder than the fall atmosphere outside.
"Welcome to your new home."
You chanced a look back at Dwight and saw something in his eyes as he looked at you. His eyes flickered down to your backside and back up again, making you take more steps away from him. You began to wander through the halls, not even really watching where you were going.
Suddenly, you slammed into a woman's chest.
"Sherry." Dwight's voice carried throughout the hall.
You looked at the woman standing in front of you and regarded how beautiful she was.
"So sorry, I didn't even see you coming." She laughed, glanced at Dwight and back at you.
"That's quite alright, I should have slowed down." You replied and gave her a welcoming smile.
"I'm Sherry. I'm one of Negan's wives." She smiled back and quickly your opinion of her changed, now knowing who she was.
Dwight's eyes glazed over and he stepped up and pushed your back to keep you moving, before you could even introduce yourself.
"Gotta go, Sher. Don't have time for formalities." He called over his shoulder and kept shoving you forward.
"Okay, I can walk by myself. Thanks." You finally said, annoyed. He gave you a look but it was replaced with submission when Negan turned the corner.
He looked at you and then Dwight.
"What did he do?" Negan asked and your eyes widened, looking at Dwight.
"What?" You said, slightly worried that ratting out Dwight would result in bad news later down the road.
"You're scowling at him. Clearly, he's upset you. So what did he do?" Negan stared at Dwight and your heart rate picked up.
"N-nothing. He was just hurrying me along and I didn't get to introduce myself to Sherry." You excused, hoping Negan would buy it.
Negan narrowed his eyes and a couple of seconds passed. Dwight almost looked like he was sweating, but no one spoke another word.
"Fine. Come with me. I'll show you to your job, princess." You nodded and walked ahead of him, glancing back at Dwight. His eyes stared you down and you knew that from now on, you had to watch your back.
"I don't know why you won't tell me what he really did, but I'll find out." Negan said in a hushed voice and you looked at him in fear.
"Please, just let it go. It wasn't a big deal." You whispered, smiling at people who gave you suspicious looks as you passed.
"This is it." Negan stopped abruptly and you looked at the room that you were both standing in front of.
"Laundry?" You asked, looked up at Negan who smiled down at you.
"Regretting your decision now?" He smirked and you wouldn't give him the benefit of knowing that.
"Why, are you regretting not forcing me so you can have another pussy to fuck?" You spat and walked into the room without letting him respond.
His eyes followed you and you didn't hear his last words.
"I'll have yours soon, princess. You can count on that."
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