No Way Out *Negan/Daryl/Joelle

Friends Torn Apart

A couple of Negan's men climbed into the truck and grabbed Daryl, roughly and hauled him out. Jo was next to be grabbed and thrown out of the truck. They both turned towards each other and instinctively reached for the other. As their hands made contact, they were ripped from each others grasp. Daryl thrashed and twisted in the mens' hands, with no hope of freedom. He started growling like a rabid dog. 

Jo was frightened by his out burst but began to wiggle around herself. She quickly lost her breath within the mask, and slowed her movements. 

The two men that held Daryl were getting tired of this rough attempt to get away and landed a hard punch, each on Daryl's temples. His movements stopped and he slouched with a grunt. 

Both of the friends breathed heavily as Negan spoke up from the side of the truck. Clearly enjoying the two fighting to stay near each other. 

"Well, that was one hell of a show, you two. Are we done now? It's cold out, and I wanna go fuck my wives."

With that, both Daryl and Jo were picked up and brought into the Sanctuary. They both screamed and kicked the whole way to their cells, which earned them both a few punches to the face and gut. 

Once they were in front of their cells, all hell broke loose. One of the two guys holding each of them released their arms and unlocked the cell doors. Daryl was the first to react and nailed his captor in the balls with an elbow and then punched him in the face, knocking him on his back. Realizing what happened Jo sprung into action too. She threw her back against the other man and pushed him into the wall, banging his head on it. 

The two men got up oof the ground and wrapped an arm around both of the captives neck's, in a flash. They were then the slowly pushed towards their cells. Daryl's hand reached out towards Jo and she took a hold of it one more time. 

Instantly the their hands were torn apart by Negan's bat and they both let out grunts of pain. Jo saw Negan give a smile at their pain before saying, "get them in already, I'm tired of this love fest."

Jo took one more glance at Daryl. His eyes mirrored the fear shown in hers, then he was gone. Negan had given him a light tap on the back of the head with Lucille, but hard enough for him to blackout. His body went limp and he was finally thrown into the cell. The door slammed shut with a bang. 

Jo's anger grew in her heart and over powered her fear, when seeing Daryl beaten like that. With one more effort she kicked her legs up and put one foot on either side of the door frame. She pushed and pushed with all the force she had left. Everyone was at a standstill until Jo started to get weak from the lack of oxygen. 

In one swift movement, her legs fell and she was propelled into the cell. There was so much momentum, she slammed against the far wall and slid to the floor. She stayed where she landed and tried to catch her breath. She didn't hear the door slam behind her, but she heard footsteps. Turning her head over her shoulder, she saw Negan's tall figure blocking the door. She reached into her arsenal and pulled out the darkest glare she had and aimed it directly at those evil, dark eyes. 

"Ouch, if looks could kill. I would be one dead son of a bitch." he said with humor laced in his words. A grin tugged at his lips and slowly crawled up his face, to his eyes. He started to chuckle, then laugh loudly. He had bent over shaking with laughter, when Jo slowly got up and faced him. Fury engulfing her, she screamed at him through her mask. That grabbed his attention and he looked up to meet those hate filled eyes again. "What? Don't you see the humor in this lil' situation we find ourselves in?" He sincerely asked her. "Well lets see here. I some how managed to get both of the best people in Rick's group, under my belt. Seeing Rick's pussy, ass expression when he took a look at you, tickled my balls. Oh, and you two are the toughest, most annoying pricks around and you are going to be oh so fun to break. Now come here and kneel down."

The red hot anger that pumped through Jo turned into ice cold fear immediately after the last thing Negan said to her. She didn't move. She couldn't.... wouldn't. With the last amount of confidence left in her body, Jo lifted her hand and flipped Negan off. 

Without warning Negan wrapped one hand around her wrist and pulled her towards him. His other hand closed around the back of her neck and pushed her to the floor. She began to wriggle out of his grip but he flipped around her and sat on her lower back. Negan was a slim guy but Jo was smaller. His weight knocked the breath out of her and she grew still. She didn't know what he was going to do and she was deathly scared. 

Instead of feeling Negan's hands start crawling up her shirt, like she thought would happen. He reached into his back pocket and took out the key to her mask. He quickly unlocked the lock, unzipped the contraption and ripped it off her head. 

Jo instantly took a deep breath and coughed right afterwards. She hadn't been able to fully catch her breath for awhile and it felt so good. 

"Now, if you would like to be a good little girl and follow my orders. Maybe we can retire this thing, get ya back where you belong. You know suckin' my big dick!" With that he laughed, picked up Jo's head and gave it one more slam against the ground. He got up and walked out of the cell, nodding to a guy who promptly slammed the door shut. 

Jo didn't run to the door this time. All of her energy was spent, along with her hope. There was no way out of this. But at least she had Daryl. With that she got up on all fours and crawled over to the vent. There was no sound or movement on the other side. She didn't think there would be, considering the last time she saw Daryl. He got knocked out. 

She then laid herself down by the vent and closed her eyes. If she listened closely, she could hear her friends labored breathing. Sleep slowly enveloped Jo, as she dreamed.