new beginnings

Rush

Jordan desperately tried to get the door to open, but it didn't work. Negan had the key to it. I was screaming for help, until they put tape over my mouth. I was shaking so much the chair was about to fall over.

"Jordan, leave!" I tried to yell with the tape over my mouth. They were still making sure I couldn't move. Then, they turned to Jordan and grabbed her arms to drag her somewhere. She was frantically crying and kept trying to trip Negan and Dwight.

They tied her up with rope around her ankles and wrists, so she couldn't move. They sat her on the couch, right in front of me. She was screaming to be let free. I was just trying to get out.

"Calm the fuck down!" Negan yelled and left the room with Dwight staring me down. He came back with his baseball bat. I started to cry. Jordan had a rag put in her mouth to prevent her from making more noise.

This was it. We were going to die.

Dwight carried me into the bedroom, away from Jordan. I was so frustrated and nervous.

I heard Negan talking to Jordan. "You are a fine woman. Like, really sexy. I want you."

I started to panic. I was shaking, trying to break free. "Don't hurt her!" I tried to say. I heard Jordan's muffled screaming.

"I'll untie your wrists, and when I'm done, you better get ready to take off your shirt. Here's what'll happen if you don't..." Negan said, and it went to whispering. I couldn't stand it. I struggled, and Dwight held a knife up to my neck. I stayed still, even though the only thing I wanted to do was get away.

I had never felt more helpless. My wife was bound to a chair, while I had a knife up to my neck. It hurt me so much that I couldn't save the day. It became harder to breathe as I thought of what he might do to her.

I licked the inside of the tape on my mouth, and I blew the tape off. "Don't... hurt her!"

Dwight took the knife away and pushed my chair back into the room with Jordan. Negan held Jordan's shaking arms as she pulled her shirt off. My lips quivered in fear.

"Stop... please!" I pleaded between breaths. Dwight punched the side of my face. I heard Jordan say my name, muffled.

Another whisper, and Jordan took off her bra. I shook my head no and started wheezing. I couldn't watch her.

"Take off your pants or Carl gets it," Negan shook her. I threw up when I heard her whimpering. Another punch in the face by Dwight.

Jordan and I locked our teary, red eyes. I shook my head no. She didn't have to get punished.

And her hands went to pull her pants down. I was yelling incoherently for her to stop. She didn't listen and Negan began to laugh. I begged him to stop.

He just stared at me, and then shrugged. He went up to me, caressed my face, then pulled a knife out from his pocket. In an instant, he slashed the side of my face so fast I didn't see it coming. Blood seeped down on my neck and chest, and my face was burning. Jordan started choking, and Negan pulled the rag out of her mouth.

"Do you still think he is handsome?" he yelled at Jordan. She was dry-heaving, and didn't answer. He ripped off the bandage on my eye. "Huh?"

She nodded anxiously. Another quick slash to the same side of my face. She lunged towards me, but fell on the floor. Negan roughly pulled her back up and put her on the couch. This time he put handcuffs on her wrists.

"Still do?" he barked. Jordan didn't know what to do, and neither did I. I was focused on her instead of the pain. She shook her head no this time.

"You're awful. You don't think your husband still looks good? Fuck, man... that's harsh," Negan said. A slash to her face. I screamed, and she rested her face her knuckles.

"I'll give you guys an option... either I get to fuck her, or Carl gets another cut," Negan smirked. Without hesitating, I blurted our my name. He smiled.

Jordan watched in horror. He didn't cut my face.

He ripped the tape off one of my arms and the blade went across my wrists, where it had once been before. I felt dizzy and my vision went blurry as I watched the blood pour out. Dwight and Negan laughed over Jordan's constant screaming.

He handed Dwight the knife and again, the knife went across my wrist. And again. And again.

I was struggling to breathe, and my vision was starting to go black.

"Alright, now that he's out of the way, I get to fuck-"

The door busted open although being locked, and I heard screaming and two gunshots. I shook my head, trying to regain sight. I heard so many things I couldn't sort them out. I felt tape being ripped off of one side of my arm, then my legs. Someone was carrying me.

At that point, I figured I was moments away from death. Jordan probably wasn't going to die if Negan and Dwight were dead. Then, I heard even more gunshots, and whoever was carrying me fell, so I went too. More screaming, and then I was picked up again. Maybe Jordan was dead. I couldn't bear the thought of that happening.

"L-love you... Jordan," I squeaked, and I was finally gone.