Negans face burned with rage as he stared into the room. His hand held Lucille in a deathly grip. Hia eyes narrowed as his eyes stayed fixed on Trey.
"Trey get the fuck out of here!"
Trey left quickly leaving me to deal with Negan. He was staring at me with so much anger and lust, it kind of turned me on a little. I wanted to hate it but part of me kind of liked it.
" Mind zipping me up?"
He quickly moves over gliding his hands over the back of my dress. His hands grip the zipper and gently tug it up to my back.
"So, care to tell me why you yelled at me and Trey for no damn reason ?"
His hands move away quickly, as he moves to lean against the door.
" I don't like other people playing with whats mine ."
This made my blood boil, I threw my hands in the air.
" I don't belong to you! I am not one of your wives Negan! You don't get to say who I sleep with!" I spat.
His face darkened, as his clenched.
"If you see him again your bothers will meet Lucile! Do I make myself clear !"
His voice was dangerously low, indicating he was not allowing another situation like this.
I simply nod my head, as he leaves, without saying another word.
I tried to busy myself with work, but a loud knock on my door interiors me once again.
" Leave me alone!"
The knocks continue and I finally open it and see Dwight standing at my door.
" Hey Katie, we have a problem."
" What is it?"
He shuts my door quickly, nd speaks quietly.
" I found out your bothers have been stealing batteries from the supply room . Negan asked me if I knew anything about it. I told him no, I knew I had to talk to you first ."
Oh shit.
" They don't understand how stuff works here. I will tell them to stop and get them to give them back ."
He shakes his head "That won't work. Negan told me to punish the one responsible . You an I both know that means either the iron or death.
I can't let that happen.
" " Could you help us escape?"
He stared at me and for a long time, contemplating his next sentence.
" I will let you know in the morning ."
I hope he helps us.
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Negan's Seamstress.
FanfictionMy fingers glide down the fabric as I finish my last stitch. I sigh as I place the dress on the rack with the others. I soon hear the sound of bells, jolting me in place. I know who is here, and I am scared to meet him.