What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Confused Part II

I took the water, and I drank it. It felt and tasted so good in my mouth.

I could feel Negan's eyes on me; it felt as if they were piercing through my soul.

"What?" I ask, setting the jug back down on the table. "What are you looking at?" I look down at the floor nervously.

"Well, isn't it obvious? I'm lookin at you.."

My breath hitches, and I suddenly feel sick. Did Negan really just flirt with me? Ewwwww.

"I just want to thank you for doing my dirty work..."

Ugh. I really want to smack this man. Can't he see that what I did is affecting me?

I can't eat nor sleep at all. Every time I think about it, I want to puke.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Yeah, well you're not welcome. I killed two people for nothing at all!" Tears start to well up in my eyes, but I will NOT cry.

"Oh, please. Didn't Ricky Dicky ever teach you how to kill? He's a coldblooded killer. He killed half of my men."

"I don't need Rick to teach me how to kill. I don't want to kill...I..."

"Oh, but you did. You killed two men...without hesitation.."

"Because I want to get out of here! I want to go back to Alexandria!"

He laughs his deep laugh, and flashes me an evil grin.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go if you killed those men?"

He laughs at me again.

"Well, think again. You're not going anywhere little lady. I like you; you're very headstrong...and we could use a headstrong woman around here."

Now, I can't help but cry.

I have no chance of getting out of here, unless I escape.

But, escaping would mean death. I don't want to die, nor do I want to be someone else's cause of death.

"Why can't you just let me go? Please..." I say as fresh tears hit the floor.

His expression doesn't change, and he just shakes his head no.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go."

I sigh again and wipe my tears away.

Well, I guess I better get used to this place. Crying won't do me much good...

"I do have a little gift for you, though."

Not again....

I raise a brow and he leads me to a door just a few feet away.

He opens the large door, and I see that its a room.

"Why are we here?" I ask.

"I figured you were tired of the cell. This is your new room."

I smile, but then I frown.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask bitterly.

"You did my dirty work, I already told you. If you do what I say, then I'm nice to ya. If you don't, then ya die. simple."

"But....I just want to go back to-..."

"I don't care what you want! You're not going anywhere. Now, I suggest you accept my offer and shut your mouth."

Damn. Nice one second, then cold the next.

I flinch and look down at the brown carpet.