The Devil's Details

Slither

Negan pushed you off on one of his men, designating him to show you where you would be staying and what job you would be starting the next day. He could have shown you a cardboard box and it you would have been thrilled. Anything was better than the moldy little cell you spent two nights in. It turned out to be a tent, close to gardens and the community kitchen. That was where Negan had assigned you for your first day as a citizen of the Sanctuary. You're not sure how happy he was going to be with that. You had been thrown out of the kitchen at the Haven, politely of course. Your cooking skills were not great.
Before Negan released you from his room, he gave you a stern warning. You were not to run away. At this point, the thought was laughable. Where were you going to go? You couldn't go home. That would be the first place he would look and you wouldn't ask your people to hide you. The price for that would be high. You also knew taking your chances on the road was out of the question. That was how you ended up serving your sentence here. The only logical thing was to let everything play out and hope Negan would trust you more sooner than later.
You were given ten points to use towards your dinner. You didn't have an escort anymore so you had to maneuver the community kitchen yourself. It was like a cafeteria with each item costing different amounts of points. As you perused the choices, you realized very quickly that the better foods cost more. If you wanted a healthy meal you could have spent all the points you had so you opted for things that were grown, produced or raised at the Sanctuary. Dinner was a chicken leg, an apple and a piece of bread and butter. It had cost you seven points total. What a rip off.
You didn't know anyone so you took your food back to your tent and ate there. The less you made your presence known, the least likely you were to find trouble. But as usual, trouble finds you.
"Knock, knock..."
Fucking Simon is outside your tent.
"Go. Away." You yell.
"Either you come out or I'm coming in." Was the response.
You did not want him coming in. You burst through the tent and try to stand toe to toe with him hoping to show him how tough you are. He was actually huge, six four with his boots on. It was hard for you to not take a step back.
"Tomorrow you'll be helping make breakfast for the lieutenants. Serving us, actually. They don't eat down here. They're on the floor above ground level. That's my floor so we expect breakfast at seven. I trust you can accommodate me?" He's says with his fake ass smile.
Really? Negan had assigned you to Simon's floor? He must really want to test your self control to do that to you. At least it wasn't only Simon. There were others you would be dealing with too.
"Yup. Not a problem."
Shorter answers were always better. You had even managed to sound genuine.
Simon reaches down and grabs your jaw. He squeezes till you wince. Your skin crawls. The two of you were like oil and water. He had made it clear that there was a competition going and not a friendly one either.
"I'm so looking forward to having you work for me." He snarls. "Unlike our fearless leader, I do not have a soft spot for you. As a matter of fact, the spot I have is hard and getting harder as we speak."
You break his grip on your jaw and stamp on his foot.
"Don't you ever fucking touch me!" You hiss. "I swear to god I'll fucking kill you! I'm not afraid of you Simon."
He's furious. His face was a deep scarlet under his bristly mustache and his eyes had gone completely dark. He gives you a harsh shove that sends you flying into your tent on your back. Simon springs on you, straddling your body and grabbing your throat.
"You should be afraid of me, pet." He warns, gradually increasing the pressure on your neck. "I'm going to make you break. The only thing you have going for you is that warm pocket you have between your legs. Negan seems to like it a lot. It makes me wonder why it's so fucking special."
You snarl and start bucking beneath him, scratching at his arms and kicking your legs. His mouth comes down on yours, delivering a crushing kiss that bruises your lips. You feel sick to your stomach.
"This is against the rules, Simon." You spit, when he releases your mouth. "I'll tell Negan and he'll have your ass in a sling."
Simon smiles.
"He tells me the things he's done to you. He tells me that you moan like a little tramp for him. Especially the rough stuff."
You go crimson.
"I don't think he would be surprised if I told him that you wanted it. He also doesn't mind advertising how eager you are either." He says gruffly, touching Negan's mark on your neck.
You feel tears spring to your eyes. You were so embarrassed. The fact that Negan had bragged about the things he had done to you made you furious as well. And now you wondered that his mark on you really did let people think that you were some sort of pet.
Simon pushes up off of you, leaving you sprawled on the ground. He stares down at you.
"See you tomorrow at seven, kitten."