No Way Out *Negan/Daryl/Joelle

The Forgotten Wedding

"I-I-I'm", Joelle stammered. "I'm s-so sorry",  she rushed out as she looked towards the ground and curtsied. 

Joelle is not the type of person that fears others. But when it comes to the tall man hovering over her, with his barbed wired bat and smile that only the Devil would be proud of. She was scared shitless. Joelle knew this beast of a man would take her life in less than a heart beat. In the most horrible way too. She still had hope to escape that place yet. So she wasn't ready to die... yet.

"You're sorry. You are sorry?", he whispered. Joelle didn't look up from the floor. She hadn't had his attention for awhile now and almost forgot how angry he could get. 

"You know Jo, its a good thing for you, I'm feelin so fuckin' happy about this day", he said joyfully. Jo still hadn't met his gaze yet and that angered him. He wanted to see the fear in her hazel, eyes. He got off on that kind of shit. So he reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around her jaw forcefully, before she could react. 

She struggled and pulled back as a reflex, but could not break free. He gave her a glare that made her shiver, as he pulled her out of her curtsy and made her follow him into the room. He spun around to face the others, while sending Jo face first into a corner of the room. She landed on the floor harshly and tried to gather herself, while pulling her dress down over her knees. She felt embarrassed as she looked around the room full of girls. No one made eye contact with her, as she composed herself. 

"Don't tell me ya'll forgot about the big day?",  he questioned all the girls. All but Jo piped up saying "Absolutely not!" and "How could we?".  He looked pleased at the girls responses. "Good, 'cause we wouldn' wanna piss lil ole Negan off on his damn weddin' day!", he yelled. The girls retreated a little. 

Jo cursed herself for forgetting. She had tried so hard to forget. She didn't think she actually would. The girl he was to marry was her only friend at the Sanctuary, Darcie. They were very close, for age as well. Jo was only a few days younger than Darcie. Which sent another shiver down her spine. Darcie just turned eighteen, which is when Negan marries the girls he has picked out for himself. Then practically rapes them. Jo was the last one. 

When Negan calmed down, he stuck his hand out, palm up in front of him. They all knew what that meant. Darcie whimpered quietly as she got up from her chair. She peaked out from behind her long brown hair, at Jo. The look she gave her was of pure terror and there was nothing that Jo could do about it. 

Jo watched with wide eyes as her only friend reached out and placed her shaking hand in Negan's. Right when their skin came in contact. He grabbed Darcie, bent down and threw her over his shoulder with one arm. "Alright! Lets get this shindig rollin'! The more time to fuck the shit out of you, my dear." And they were gone.