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three.

"Right here, let me check you."
The man says, motioning me over with his finger.

His calloused fingers trail down every part of my body, even in the parts that he wasn't supposed to be near. His hands went between my thighs, tracing a line up to my zipper, and he spent extra time gripping at my bottom.

"You know I don't have anything..."

"I don't know, cupcake."
He whispers in my ear, fingertips ghosting over my tummy under my shirt.
"But, maybe you're loaded today."

I would have stood up to him more, but he was just too big for me. He stood tall at six foot and always had a suspicious grin on his face. His eyes were always dark and his eyebrows were so thick.

If he really wanted to, he could snap me in half at any moment in time, I'm just that tiny.

"You better not have anything lodged up in that pretty little pussy of yours."

"I don't."

"What was that?"

"No, sir. I do not have anything."
I correct myself.

"Good boy."
He praises, bottom lip just barely touching my ear.
"Run along now."

Catching up with Daddy and Carter, I cross my arms over my chest and look up at the grumpy man staring holes in everyone's head.

"Daddy, does Jasper have to babysit me?"
I ask.
"I'm fifteen, I can handle myself!"

He stops dead in his tracks and bends his knees a little, getting closer to my height.
"Ain't gonna argue with you about this, boy, I already told you that."

"He's always touchin' me..."
I mumble.
"I don't feel comfortable around him."

"He's not gonna-- okay, yeah, whatever, I'll see what I can do."

"Shane."
Carter speaks.
"Hustle."

When we reached the very front of the factory, where all the undead were chained up, the big man in charge turned around, face lighting up when he sees us.

"There's my little serial killer!"
He smiles, dimples barely showing through his heavy scruff as he wraps an arm around me.

"I barely know anything about being a murderer, Mr. Negan."

"You'll learn."

"Dad, leave him alone."
Carter sighs.

"Hello to you, too, son."
The older man groans, glaring over at daddy shortly after.
"Walsh."

"Sir."
Daddy nods.

"Well, ladies, it's fucking great to have you back."
Mr. Negan begins.
"I think you'll thoroughly like this task."

"Don't hold your breath..."
Carter mumbles, rolling his eyes.

"Shush."
The man orders.
"I need some supplies from Alexandria, I figured you two wouldn't have anything better to do, so I think it'd be best if you stayed for a couple of days, kept those bastards in check."