I had followed Negan down for breakfast like he had asked me to, and I sat with him and his other wives as we ate. I watched how the other wives were close to each other and weren't talking much to the other men that were there. I guess that was a rule. Don't talk to the other men. Seemed stupid and controlling, but then again, Negan is very controlling.
A thought went through my head, thinking about him having sex with more than one of his wives at once. Maybe he had sex with all of them at the same time, and he made them do things with each other. It sounded like something he would do, just the few moments I have been with him. I wouldn't want to do that. If he waned me to join in, I wouldn't like it. I would want him all to myself.
I shook my head at myself. What am I saying! This guy is the worst and practically holding me hostage! And I am saying how I want him all to myself now, when before I wanted to kill him. I mean I still do want to...
"Something wrong Samara?" Negan asked, noticing me staring at my plate. "If it doesn't taste good to you I can make sure our cook makes it to your liking."
I looked up at him and shook my head. "No no. It's fine. I'm just still tired. Been a long few days I've had."
He smirked. "And an exhausting morning."
I put my head back down, a bit embarrassed but I remembered the hickey I had on my neck from him that he told me not to cover. I'm sure the other girls understood and have had the same experience and feelings I am having right now.
"Well you better eat." He nudged my arm with his elbow.
"Yes, Negan." I said as I picked up a fork and started to eat. I had picked up from the others, including the wives, to call him Sir or Negan. He didn't tell me that, but I decided to do what the others were doing anyway, just so I didn't cause any more trouble than I needed to.
When we were finished Negan stood up and I followed his lead and stoop up as well. I looked at the other girls who didn't stand and were talking to each other. I thought maybe I did something wrong so I held my breath, preparing to get yelled at, or worse. Even though Sherry had told me that he doesn't hit them. I looked up at him and he just smiled.
"How about I give you a tour."
"You really think that's a good idea?" I asked with some snip. Knowing that if I got a tour of this place, I would know where most things were and it may be easier for me to escape. Yes, last nights sex was awesome and from what I have heard, the wives get treated great and fed well, but I'm not sticking around with this psycho just for that. I would rather be starving out in the wilderness on my own.
"Trust me. There is no way you are getting out of here." He smirked and put an arm around my shoulders and started to lead me off. I turned and looked at the other girls who gave me sad and worried faces. Almost like remorse for what I had gotten myself into.
He had showed me pretty much everything. The kitchen the dining hall that we were just in. All the rooms that the others stayed in. He didn't show me where he kept the extra guns, which was probably a smart idea on his part. He told me I had free roam, even outside of the factory and into the 'yard' so I could get some fresh air if I wanted.
"This is where we store everything. Meds, first aid, food... Any essentials you want are here. As you can see there isn't a line to get anything at the moment, because we had already ate. But sometimes there is a long line. And you, my dear, being as special as you are, can cut the line and take whatever you need. If someone has the last can of potatoes and you want them, you can have them." He crooned and ruffled my hair. "Now I have some work to do. Why don't you go back up with the other girls."
I nodded, not sure what to say. "I do have one question..."
"And that is?"
"Do you have any wine?"
He let out a light chuckle. "Of course I do. Sarah! Go grab the finest bottle of wine for Samara."
A small girl who was kinda heavy set with blonde hair went scurrying into the room and came back out with a full bottle. She bent her head down and held i out to him with both hands. Like you would for a king. He took it from her and smiled. "Thank you."
She nodded at him and went back to her table with the inventory list.
Negan handed the bottle to me and started to guide me back upstairs to the room that I stayed. "You can share that with your new friends."
Once again, I just nodded because I wasn't sure how I should react to him.
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Playing With Evil
FanfictionWhen the group that Samara is part of is captured by an evil person named Negan, she must figure out how to survive. But when she notices that Negan has a close eye on her, she begins to wonder why. She easily slips into the routine that the other w...