Forced to love you Cover Done By @Natasha Palma Negan Fanfiction

Entering the gates of Hell

My mind races as we drive silently down the winding roads. The trees leaves are changing color indicating fall is on its way. I try to keep from crying but small tears spill down my cheek. I  wipe them quickly but Negan looks over at me noticing the tears.

He reaches out his hand wiping the stray tear off my chin." You are a brave woman to do what you did. I admire that. It takes guts to offer yourself in place of someone you love."

A small sob escapes my lips as I lean my head back against the leather seat. I know I have to pull myself together and not act so a week, but my emotions are all over the place. I take several deep breaths to steady myself before daring to glance his way. His amber eyes meet mine indicating intrigue and concern.

I almost feel like he regrets taking me but he soon shuts that down." I am glad you did offer yourself. I will love getting to know you and seeing how you survive in my kingdom. "

I bring my knees up to my chest crossing my arms over them.

" What do I do when I get there ?" I ask annoyed by his words. He brings his hand up to chin rubbing it with his index finger.

" We can discuss your options when we get back. I think talking about it over dinner would be nice, don't you ?" I clench my jaw biting down on the inside of my cheek.

" I guess so." I scoff as I adjust myself closer to the window trying further the distance between us. He moves closer to me closing the gap between us as he pushes my legs down to the floorboard. He pulls me close to his chest, placing my head on his collarbone. He runs his fingers through my hair humming slightly to himself.

" You are going to be a lot of fun aren't you ?" He mumbles softly as he continues to play with my hair. The driver turns his head looking over at Negan. " We are almost there sir ."

Negan nods as he leans his head back to take a nap. A couple of hours later a large factory comes into view. A large metal fence surrounds it with walkers chained to it. The gate opens swiftly, allowing us inside. The car stops, jerking us slightly causing Negan to wake up. He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand then lifts himself up.

" We are here. " He says sleepily as we get out of the truck. We walk up to a large metal door,   he then gestures for me to go inside.

I jerk open the door immediately feeling a rush of warm air.

" Let's go check out your new home."  The leader announces happily.

My shoulder brushes past him, as I walk into the concrete walls. A light above us, helps me view the depressing scene.

" This is boil room,  is where some of my workers are. Those poor souls work for points,  we then protect them in return.  Of course, you don't need to worry, this isn't what I have in mind for you."

He continues to walk, but I don't move, causing him to abruptly stop.

" We have more to see Jax, so I suggest you keep up."

" I am not moving until you tell me what you plan on doing with me."

" I already said we would discuss this over dinner, now on to our tour."

I want to stay put, but I can see he isn't budging. So, I hurry to catch up, with my host.

Gray walls greet me, as we continue on our way. People bow as we pass, showing respect for their king. My face betrays me, showing my obvious annoyance at this unnecessary act. Negan sees me, relishing my reaction.

" It's a sign of respect, and I like seeing people on their knees. Hell, who doesn't? I rule here, and all of them know not to disobey this rule. When we have dinner I will discuss all the rules of living here."

" I can't wait," I mumble to myself.

We proceed to a flight of stairs, located at the end of the hallway. I glance up, seeing two more levels to this place. This second level is a little bit decorated, probably where some of his men live.  Small pictures hand on the walls, covering the newly painted wall.  Doors line the whole left side of the wall, with small room numbers on each one.

"This is where some of my Saviors live, including my right-hand man. He lives in the room right here, the biggest one on this level. It pays to be loyal to me, I reward loyalty."

My eyes take in the door, noticing the special carvings on it. The curtains hanging from his window, are another perk, one the lower level residents don't possess.

The bottom level only had beds, with curtains separating each individual. I am secretly glad I am not staying there, I certain it's dangerous.  This level, I wouldn't mind, it seems safe, and I would be able to alone.

Negan keeps moving, going up to our final destination. My eyes go wide, upon seeing the luxury of it. Red rugs line the walkway, ensuring a soft passage. A chandelier hangs in the middle of the open space, sparkling, in the light.

" Wow, how is this possible? Who lives up here?"

" Me, and a select few, which now includes you. I can't keep an eye on you if you stay below me. So, you get to live up here."

A set of double doors are closed up ahead with some music coming from inside. The smell of perfume hits my nose, as we pass, causing curiosity to peak within me.

" Who is in there?" I ask, hoping he will tell me.

" You will see soon baby, now let's get yours to your room."

Negan stops in front of a wooden door, with the number six on it. He takes a key from his pocket then unlocks this mystery room.

He flicks the light on, revealing a beautiful bedroom. A large bed with a canopy over it sits neatly in the middle of the room. A small cushioned chair, nightstand, and adjoining bathroom complete this amazing space.

" Who lives in here?"

" You do, this is your new room. That bag contains what you will need to get ready for dinner. When I am ready for you, I will send one of my men to retrieve you. You have one hour to get ready."

" Why do I get a room like this? I don't understand why you would place the enemy in a luxurious room."

His dimples show off, as he smiles at me.

"You will see, for now, focus on getting ready. I am dying to see how you look in the clothes I have for you."

I simply, nod, trying to figure out what he hoping to gain from me. He slowly shuts the door, leaving me alone.

I take off my shoes, enjoying the feeling of the carpet under my feet. My eyes glance at the bag, wondering what lay inside. My fingers unzip the bag, seeing a short, black dress inside. The neckline scoops down, giving a good view of your chest, while the length leaves little to the imagination.

" He can't expect me to wear this," I grumble while eyeing the piece of clothing.

Whatever he plans on asking of me, I know I am going to hate it.