Playing With Evil

The Room

I sat in a room with a bunch of other women. They all had on small black dresses like the one Negan had given me to wear. On tables there was some water, a bit of fruits and veggies for eating. I did have to admit, this room was much more luxurious then what I had seen of the rest of this place.

I sat in a corner in a chair and watched all the other girls talk. They tried to talk to me but I stayed quiet. I didn't know if they would report anything back to Negan or not, so I didn't want to take a chance.

A dark haired girl named Sherry had tried to talk to me.

"My name is Sherry. What's yours?" She asked

"It's Samara." I told her, not really looking at her.

She seemed to sigh. "Whatever he did to your friends, he won't do that to you. Hes very nice to us. As long as you don't cheat on him, then it will be fine. We had one girl seeing another guy and he found out. He burned his face. He did the same thing to my husband before they found us."

I looked at her this time. "He killed two people in my group. Brought the rest of us back here. Locked us up in separate rooms. He let them all go but insisted on keeping me here. I thought I was going to be tortured, killed... But obviously that wan't the case. He just wanted to put me in some small dress and set me in a room with a bunch of other women. Why?" I asked.

She shook her head. "This room seems like a nice place and we have a lot of privileges, but it's not exactly paradise." She let out another sigh. This one almost like an irritated one, or one where she was annoyed and continued. "If he decides he wants to have sex, just give in. Just tell him yes."

I eyed her, slightly worried. "He rapes you guys?"

She shook her head. "Thankfully no. He is very against rapes. It's in our 'contract'. We have sex with him, we continue our privileges. A little fucked up, I know. But honestly, some of the girls here enjoy it. He's really not that bad in bed." She shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'll get myself out of here soon enough. And if I can, I will get you guys out."

Sherry shook her head. "There's no getting away. This place his huge. And the wives, like us, aren't allowed past the fence."

I sighed and leaned back. "Is there a bed that I can use? I need some sleep."

She smiled and nodded. "Follow me." She stood up and walked through a door to a room with a nice big bed. "We generally have to double up when sleeping because we don't have many beds. Not yet anyway. He claims he is trying to find us more, but who knows. You can sleep here. I'll make sure no one bothers you."

I smiled back at her. "Thanks."

"No problem." She closed the door and left me alone.

I sighed and looked out the small window. There really wasn't anything to see. Just more of the building that I was in. I went to the bed and laid down. At least it was comfy. I relaxed and closed my eyes.

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I had woken up what only felt like minutes later, to someone crawling in the bed with me. I assumed it was Sherry or one of the other girls, coming to bed for the night. I moved over a bit so they would be able to fit since I was pretty much on the middle of the bed. "Sorry." I mumbled as I moved.

"Don't be sorry." The person next to me said. But it wasn't a female voice. It was a male. I jumped and sat up. Now fully awake like I had gotten a great night's sleep. I turned to look at the man that was next to me. From the moonlight and the small lanterns that were lit, I saw who t was. Negan.

His jacket was off now. He didn't have that bat. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had dirt and blood stains all over it. But who could keep white clean anyway, especially in this world now. My eyes flicked around his body, making sure he didn't have anything that would hurt me, but I knew he wasn't going to, because if he wanted to, he would have done it all ready. His pants were different though. Not those dirty jeans anymore, but what looked like pj pants, or maybe shorts or boxers. I wasn't able to tell in this light.

"Why are you here?" I growled at him.

"Uhh. Well first off, this is my place." He smirked and pulled the blankets up over him and laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow, looking up at me now. "And second, I need a place to sleep."

"I'm sure there are other beds." I snarled.

He nodded his head. "Technically, yes. But I wasn't this one tonight."

I wasn't sure how well he could see my face but I was giving him a death glare, and if looks could kill, he would be dead. I wish he was.

He put a hand up, like a surrender. "Honestly, I had no idea you were going to be in this bed tonight. I thought it would have been one of my other wives."

"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes. "Get out."

"Hold up there beautiful, you want me to get out of my pwn damn bed? A bed that I damn well own? Maybe YOU should get out. It isn't your bed. You don't fucking own it."

I sucked in a breath, ready for a fight, but not knowing where he kept his bat, and unable to see well in this lighting, I was probably going to fail. I shoved him, trying to force him out of the bed. "Leave me alone."

I heard him growl and before I knew it, I was pinned to the bed. "I will not leave you alone. You belong to me now. You will do as I say."

I was scared but at the same time, I wasn't. I had this feeling that he wasn't going to hurt me, and I picked up a faint tone in his voice that wasn't exactly demanding, but more of a dominance kinda thing. Some tone you would use for a lover when you want to get frisky.

I sighed, giving in because I knew it was the easiest. " Fine." I gently pushed his chest this time, to tell him to get off me. That was the first time I ever actually touched him without him touching me first. His chest was hard, and I could feel his heart beat under my hands. He gave in to my push and laid back down next to me. "Can I go back to sleep? I've obviously haven't gotten any sleep in quite some time."

He didn't say anything, seemed to be thinking about it, or maybe he was already asleep. "If you say so." He said as I relaxed into the bed again, letting my guard down when I shouldn't. But I was just so tired.

I felt his arm wrap around me and he pulled me closer to him, pressing his body to mine. I tensed up but I felt how hard and muscular his body was against mine and it oddly gave me a  sense of comfort like he was protecting me, and no one was going to hurt me. Even though, I was wrapped in a murderer's arms.

**Author's Note: After severe writers block, I finally got a new chapter up.**