No Way Out *Negan/Daryl/Joelle

Perfect Fit

When Jo finally woke, she found herself in a pitch, black room. She took a second to get her bearings. She couldn't see anything, so that was out. She smelt nothing but sweat and blood. She went to move her hands, but could not. They were bound with what felt like rope, behind her back. Her legs where free, so she moved them around to feel how big the room she was in was. It wasn't very big, her naked toes grazed the wall and when she straightened her body as much as she could. Her head touched the other side. 

Jo did not take this time to panic. She knew where she was. She was in one of Negan's cells. She was upset with the fact that she was naked and cold. Jo did take this time to assess her injuries, though. From what she could feel, a rib was broken, or close to it. Her torso was bruised to no end and her face hurt from the force of Negan's shoe. 

After a bit of time, Jo could hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall from outside the door. Once she thought the pair of feet stopped at her door, she hear three hard knocks on the door. Jo jumped slightly from the unexpected sound. The door flew open, showing just how small the room really was. The door just about hit Jo right in the face. 

Jo could not look at the man's face that was in front of her, due to her position. But she could tell who it was by his clean boots and barbed wired bat he was resting on. He stood himself up straight, stalked right up to Jo's face and knelt down. Jo would normally try to cover herself in the state she was in, but knew there was no use. Why waste the energy she so needed. 

"I figured I would come in and see how my lil pet was doing. Looks like you need a shower, you smell nasty as shit!", he exclaimed, while he looked her over.  Jo looked at him through slits. She hated him with all her might and wanted him to know it. "Fuck you, asshole. You did this", Jo seethed at him. 

With the speed of light, Negan shot his hand out and punched Jo square in the nose. Blood squirted out of her nose and onto the floor. Jo coughed and spit the blood that made it into her mouth at Negan's face. His expression terrified Jo, but she wouldn't let it show. She kept a stern look of hatred on her face. Negan lost his composure and screamed at Jo, "You lil piece of shit-turd! I will rip those big kahuna lady balls, right off of you!" With that, he grabbed Jo by her neck, lifted her from her position on the floor, and walked out of the room. Negan's grip was so strong on her neck, she thought he might break it right there. She tried to reach up to his hands to take some of the weight off, but was still restrained and could not. At least the journey was not long, and she was quite thankful for that.

When they had reached their destination, Negan kicked open the door, stormed into the room and threw Jo on a cold table. The energy that Jo was saving, left her body and she slumped down onto the table she was on. She looked around the room with hooded eyes. It was dark, and filled with masks, knives,and guns that hung from the walls. She was too weak to stop the fear that crept into her mind. She had no idea was what happening, what Negan had planned for her. 

Jo looked above her and could see Negan disappear behind a curtain and start talking to someone in a hushed manner. She didn't know what took over her body, but she started to push herself off the table with her hands, that were behind her back. Half of her body was hanging off the table and gravity took over from there. She fell, turned in mid air and landed on her back. Pain  wracked through her whole body and a moan escaped her lips. The sound alerted Negan and the man he was talking to. They both rushed out from behind the curtain and scowled at Jo. Negan let out a deep sigh and strolled over to the girl, wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her up onto the table again. "I'm gettin' real tired of your shit, women", he said said impatiently. 

"I don't give a single fuck", Jo mumbled. Negan seemed like he was tired and didn't have the energy to reply. He turned back towards the other man in the room and nodded. A split second later, Jo felt a familiar sharp pain in her arm. Her head slumped over to look, and she saw a needle spewing clear liquid into her arm. Her first initial thought was to quickly move away from the man holding the needle, but her body instantly felt heavy when she tried. She felt tired, as if she would pass out right then. With all her will, she tried to stay awake. She didn't know what they would do and she wanted to have a fighting chance of stopping it.