Dealing With The Devil

9

The sun was just beginning to set over the sanctuary, as soon as Negan had dismissed everyone she quickly left the room making her way outside to one of the fire escapes. Sitting down and looking out across the wilderness. The images of Marks skull caving in and the echoes of his screams would be burned in her mind forever. What bothered her more was how the day before Negan had kissed her in such an intimate way, another side of him had been shown to her. A side probably hidden away save for a few people. But as soon as he wielded Lucille and exacted the cruel punishment on Mark, that man was gone in an instant. So why did she feel so conflicted again?

Philip was there for her and wanting to be her boyfriend, wanting to be the shoulder for her to cry on. He clearly showed it numerous times. So why did she constantly find herself yearning for Negans touch instead?

Hearing a door open and close behind her she glanced over her shoulder seeing Negan stepping onto the fire escape too. A solemn expression on his face.

"What do you want? " She snapped turning her gaze away from him as she scratched at her wrist. Knowing he was probably there to just rub things in especially his power over everything and everyone.

"You didn't seem alright. The way you fucking bolted out ahead of everyone else. Figured I'd come make sure you didn't jump off the roof or some crazy shit." He mutters crossing his arms and sitting on the steps above and behind her. She just sighed heavily shaking her head slowly. Her voice softening some.

"You can't come into my room, fucking kiss me like that. Then beat a guy's head in and expect me to be totally okay. You clearly don't understand women. " She uttered not even knowing why she was having to explain herself to him. Hearing him chuckle behind her now.

"Yeah I fucking kissed you. And you liked it so don't fucking lie to me or yourself. And what I did? Bashing Marks skull in because he broke the fucking rules. One that cost people their lives and hurt others. He had to pay for it. So quit your fucking pity party, this is the new world now. Get fucking used it doll face. You're apart of it now whether you like it or not. " He grumbled shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. Looking out across the trees too. The silence filling the air for several seconds before she spoke again.

"When you found me on the road I thought I was...well I honestly thought one of you guys were gonna shoot me." She managed a faint laugh remembering how terrified she had been, the dark night and dozens of men surrounding her. It had been one of most terrifying moments of her life. He chuckled too turning to glance at her.

"I wasn't going to let those assholes hurt you. They know better than hurting a woman. Besides..the way you fucking looked at me. Damn. You got some lady beach ball size balls. " He muttered this being the closest to a compliment. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she turned around to face him now.

"Well thanks. It's not easy out there so you can't be weak. Especially when alone. I didn't have any other choice. It was either live or die. And I want to live. " She stated before standing up, turning to face him as she moved to go back inside now. Leaning in as she muttered.
"And for the record I do like it here. Although the company sometimes drives me absolutely insane. But. I'll make it work. The new world order right?" Shooting him a smirk before she went back inside the building and sighing. Shaking those thoughts of sarcasm and playing his game aside. That is exactly what he wanted her to do and she couldn't afford to do that. Negan wasn't someone she needed to waste her time on.

The hallways were rather quiet as she made her way back to her room, coming to a stop at a crossing of two hallways seeing Philip standing there with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. An eerie grin stretched the corners of his lips up as his eyes were locked on her.

"Well well well.. If it isn't Miss Nat.." He enunciated the t, some spit flying from his lips as he took a gulp from the bottle. Immediately putting two and two together as she gently crossed her arms, giving him a displeased look.

"Jesus. Are you fucking drunk? Seriously? Why waste your time on that. There's no point Philip.. Come on. " She muttered moving over to offer to help him back to his room at least, putting her hand on his shoulder trying to nudge him down the hall to his room. But he didn't budge, just continuing to look down at her with that gaze. Like an insatiable hunger lurked behind those normally calm green hues.

"Not so fast Nat.. I want to talk to you about something.. " Philip turned draping one arm around her as the other nudged her forward, slow at first but he then grew more aggravated and rough. Shoving her against a wall in the dark corner.

"Listen here you little bitch.." Jabbing his finger in her face as he pinned her against the wall with his body weight. By now she was beginning to panic, his breath reeked of alcohol as he held her there against her will. Her stomach churning nervously not liking the way he looked at her like a lion did its prey. ".... You are mine. Do you hear me? Mine. Not Negans, not anyone else's..."
As soon as he mentioned Negan her expression changed ever so slightly but just enough for Philip to see, which caused him to grin widely and nod in triumph.
"I fucking knew it.. He's got his damned hooks in you. Well not for long.. Because you're mine. He doesn't know that yet but he will. " Leaning in Philip inhaled deeply, letting his chin rest just above her collar bone as he took in her scent. Sighing as he lowered his voice.

"You are amazing Nat. Truly. Amazing." As his hand began creeping up the fabric of her shirt, she fought the urge to scream. Knowing he'd somehow win that fight. Her skin crawling as his fingertios grazed over her abdomen before cupping her breast. Feeling his thumb rubbing over her nipple as she bit down on her lip, glancing around panicking now. Someone surely would come by, someone would have to walk by them and help her. She just closed her eyes as her hands felt along the wall for anything that could possibly help.

"Please..stop Philip.. This.. This isn't.. " She gasped feeling his body press harder against her, biting down on her lip hard as he continued to grope her body. A gasp escaping her lips as she saw someone approaching quickly now.

" What the.. " Philip backed up slightly but his voice became muffled as he soon was choking on his own blood. The knife was sticking all the way through his neck as the bright red droplets went down his neck.

" We don't rape." Negans rough voice came from behind Philip as he pulled the man's body from her. Letting him fall to the ground as he held his bloodied bowie knife in his hand still.

It all had happened so quickly she just stood there with her mouth agape, her shirt still raised some and her skin flushed from the anger. Her hands trembling slightly as she stared at her savior.

"Are you alright? " Negan questioned her in a soft tone, his eyes worriedly searching hers before glancing over body. Huffing in response to see Philip hadn't gotten far.

"No.. No I'm not." She muttered in response unable to take her eyes off of him now. He was now definitely her savior.