What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Confused

"Now, I'm going to need you to do something for me. If you cooperate, I'll consider letting you go. If you don't, you will be punished."

Ugh!

What does he want from me????

I just want to leave this strange place.

"What is it?" I try not to make eye contact.

"I want you to work for me. I want you to help me build this place up. I've seen your work, and I know you go all out. You're not a little bitch like someone I know..."

Work for him???

"W-what? you want me to stay here...forever?"

"Well, why else would I have kidnapped you, dear?" Negan has a deceptive look on his face.

"Rick will come back for me! I know he will..." I try squirming again, but it fails just like before.

This only makes Negan angry; I can tell because his jaw clenches tight.

"Rick ain't going to do shit."

I want to cry; I really do, but I don't want him thinking that I'm weak.

"You're lying..." I say bitterly.

He doesn't say anything else, and his men snatch me up. It hurt...

I roll my eyes and look at my surroundings. We're now in some type of prison.

One of the men opens a door to a dark room, and he throws me in.

"We'll be back tonight. Don't move, or Negan will make you regret it." The man says.

They slam the door and they walk away; I can hear their laugh echoing as they walk further and further away.

I sigh and slowly slide my back down the wall.

How did I end up in this freaking situation???

One minute I was there, and the next I was here.

The room is dark; very dark.

I can barely see my hands in front of me.

...and I'm hungry, oh so hungry.

My stomach growls loudly. If I were back in Alexandria right now, I'm sure I'd be enjoying some spaghetti or some of Carol's cookies.

The thought only makes me feel worse.

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My eyes shoot open to the sound of keys withering outside.

Who could it be?

"Little pig, little pig. Let me in."

Negan.

I sit up and look up, all while tying my hair up.

"I brought ya some food. Eat up."

I look at the tray that was placed in front of me. It looked like slob.

My stomach churns.

"Damn, I don't even get a thank you?"

I refuse to let my guard down. I don't say anything. Instead, I pick at the food in front of me.

"You're a feisty one, Angie." 

I roll my eyes, and rest my head on my knees.

"I know." I say, clearly not fazed by the man in front of me.

I look down again and frown.

"Well, I made the effort to bring ya some food, and ya don't even eat it?" He shakes his head.

"I'm just not hungry.." I really was, but I wasn't eating the slob in front of me.

"Suit yourself.."

He smirks at me and holds his bat close to him.

That thing is scary.

"Get some sleep, or don't. I don't really care. You start your job tomorrow."

I sigh and watch as he closes the door slowly.

I can hear him whistling as he walks down the hallway.

Has Rick really not noticed that I'm gone?

He has to have by now....

I lean up against the hard wall and I try to make myself comfortable, but its impossible.

shit.