Crazy » Dwight №1

[06]; Yes, Dear.

Dwight grips my wrist as we follow Negan down a much nicer hallway with doors on either side. I kept trying to break free of Dwight's grip, mostly because it was uncomfortable, but he just tightened it each time. Finally, I was fed up. "Let me go, you're cutting off my circulation, dammit." He still looks down, gripping my wrist tightly. "I won't run. I swear." I say quietly to him. Negan laughs from up ahead. "You shouldn't swear." We get to a door that I could only assume was the door to Negan's chambers. He opens it and we step inside. I marvel at the large room which looked like a hotel suite. There was a queen sized bed with a thin, shimmering slate comforter to match the walls and two sofas in front of each other with a low glass coffee table in between. Something straight from a magazine. I am pushed to one of the sofas and Dwight sits me down. Negan marches to the sofa in front of me, Dwight standing next to me like a guard dog. Sitting, Negan studies me. His eyes wander across my face, then down to my chest, then my legs, then back up again. His eyes seem to search me for any flaw, any leak of emotion, gateway to my soul. He seem to be wondering how he could break me. I take a shallow breath as he leans back against the gray cushion of the sofa, his arms thrown over the plush back rest. "I'm sorry, what's your name again?" I open my mouth to speak, but my words catch in my throat. I wanted to say, "My name is Meaghann and I want you to let us go!", but I could only sit there, jaw dropped because the words in my head were not wanting to be revealed. He gave me a look that had a mixture of expectation and irritation. "Meaghann." I finally squeak out. He smiles darkly and a chill goes down my spine. Then he asks a question that catches me off guard.

"Would you like to marry me?"

My eyes widen slightly and I stutter out,

"M-marry...marry...you?"

He nods and I hear Dwight scoff, but he seems so far away. I look at the floor as if it'll answer my question.

What the hell is going through this man's head?

"Marry you." I say again, this time for confirmation. He smiles at this and says, "I'll just tell you now," He leans forwards and puts his elbows on his knees. "Your life doesn't have to be so bad. You could just say yes." I go through many possible answers in my head. No. Yes. Maybe. May I have time to think about it?

Seemingly reading my mind, he says, "I'll give you a couple days to decide. Only two. I'm a busy man, Meaghann. Don't keep me waiting."

And with that, I'm sent back to the cell, mind racing.