No Way Out *Negan/Daryl/Joelle

Morning Ritual

The room was just starting to light up, slowly as the sun peaked in through the blinds. The rays of light gradually made their way across the dusty, dirty carpet and climbed up a cold, metal bed frame. This made the sleeping girl, in the bed stir, but not wake up. 

The sun's rays quietly made their way up the girls covered legs, as if not to wake her suddenly. They reached up past her slim torso, arms, then neck and finally onto her pale face. Her small freckles could be seen now, placed lightly around her nose. She moved her head to the side and wrinkled her nose as a piece of her long, strawberry blond hair fell in her face. This movement resulted in her eyes fluttering open and slowly waking. 

She sneaked her arms out of the warm cocoon she had made with her blankets. She loved the warmth and comfort she was feeling. Then her big, hazel eyes turned sad, during the stretch she had her arms in. Her arms were brought back down and around herself. Her eyes went glossy as she let herself remember her family. This happened every morning. It was the one moment she gave herself to feel. To remember what she was living for, fighting for. 

"Thats enough, Joelle", she said, as she gave herself a rather hard pinch to make her come back to the real world. Not a single tear left her eyes. She wouldn't allow it, weak. She may be a lot of things but weak was definitely not one of them. 

Wanting to get the day started and over with, Joelle flipped her comfort off her and onto dark carpet. She then made her way to the small bathroom that was in her room. She turned the shower on and stepped in when the water had reached a temperature just below scalding. Joelle, quickly washed and conditioned her wavy hair, which was down to her ribs now. Then she shaved and cleaned the rest of her body. She thought it silly to shave her legs everyday, but she had to. She was to be as close to perfection as she could be. Or she would be punished by her owner. 

After finishing up her shower and making herself look overly presentable, she took her leave. Joelle ended up putting on a skin tight, black dress that reached to her mid thigh and strappy, black heals. Thank God I don't have far to walk. These ridiculous things will be the death of me, she thought to herself as she let her hand slide down the wall as she walked. When she reached the end of the hall, she turned to the right and slowly wrapped her long fingers around the door knob. Breath... Her hand went to turn the handle, but it was ripped out of her grasp and she stood face to face with her owner. 

"Well its about time I see your fuckin' face show up. You are in some deep, nasty shit if you don't have a damn, good excuse as to why you are late", he spat at her. "And where is my fuckin' curtsy!"