Wicked Games ~ Negan

Chapter 3: Choices

"Cause the boy of my dreams took everything from me, he took
everything I owned."

Terror corrupted my body, my throat got tighter with each step I took. Dwight dragged me down the concrete hallways, his grip unforgiving. My mind would only focus on Negan. What did he mean by "teach me a lesson"? I knew what he meant but him being capable of many things scared the shit out of me. What was he going to do to me? Millions of questions fogged my brain and my heart raced, my body turned numb. But deep down, I had the feeling so unfamiliar to me it made me sick. Negan had his hold on me and it made my heart hurt. With only hours within knowing him, I wonder if he cares about me? What else would you do with me, why did he bring me here? He's already destroyed my group, taking me wouldn't hurt them. But my head tells me one thing and my heart says another.

I'm pulled out of my deep thoughts, as Dwight unlatched a black metal door. His shoulder connects with it and slams it harshly open. I wince at the sudden noise and my arm pulled into the dark room. Sharply, the lights flash on and my eyes squint to see my surroundings.

A gasp leaves my mouth as I am faced with the room. My eyes widen and I turn to see Dwight chuckling. To my left is a table filled with whips, chains, blindfolds, knifes and things I don't know what to do with them. My palms begin to sweat as I'm faced with a wall filled with ankle and wrist straps bolted into the wall. A thin mattress covers the floor on the right side and a metal a chair fixed in the center.

"w-w-what is this? What the hell is this room?!" I revolt, my body shaking from the thought of these things used on me. Dry blood covered the floor and Dwight just stared at me like I was a child.

"You don't know what this stuff is? Oh hell no!" He gasp, hunching over catching his breath from the laughter erupting in his stomach. My face begin to fill with embarrassment and my feelings were all over the place. "You'll find out soon princess. Now to the wall." He cheerfully chanted but turned cold by the end. A wicked emotion filled his eyes and I stood there frozen in place. My arms crossed and felt the urge to protest. I began all the possibles to get out of this situation. My eyes wondered to the door seeing the douchebag didn't close and lock it. "Don't you dare even fucking think about it." He lowly said coming close to me, "If you want to stay alive I wouldn't." Dwight advised and my thoughts about escaping vanished. I know that if I had ran Negan would be right there to catch me and after last night, my fate would be the same.

I'm hypnotized to walk to the wall and listen. If I want to get off easy by disobeying, I had to listen. Loud foot steps echo through the room and I am stopped in my place. My heart began to speed up and my body went numb from the anger radiating through out the air.

"Jesus Christ Dwight! Ask one fucking thing 20 minutes ago and you damn well still doing it?" Negan's deep and husky voice coats my body and goosebumps scatter over my hot skin. "Get the fuck out now." Negan ordered and shortly after the door slams. I flinch at the sound and remain frozen unknown what to do. My teeth tug at my bottom lip and I wipe my sweaty palms on the lint covered black shirt.

Click. Click. Click.

Negan taps Lucille on the concrete. Each tap sending me through the roof and my body reacting to everything.
"So you wanna tell me why I had to stop fucking my wifes, to come to attend you?" He obliviously snaps, walking closer towards me, each step echoing through the room. My mouth goes dry and I ramble to try to think of an explanation that he would accept. Hell he wouldn't accept anything from me.