Caged ฯNeganฯ

Flames from both features-

Negan wasn't beside me when I woke up which wasn't very surprising. I remembered what had happened the night before. "I fucked her, and I thought of you..."

Those words kept tracing my mind, yet I was so confused at why it made a blush creep up on my face. Even though I had thought most of it out. I got out of bed and stretched, I looked at my watch and it said 9:30. Not to bad, I thought. I felt like a shower would help relieve my morning stiffening. So I walked to Negan's bathroom, hopefully he wouldn't mind me taking a quick shower.

I stripped of my clothes, I thought of how I would get more clothes but oh well ill figure it out. I stepped in the shower and turned on the hot water and the cold water to make warm water. Genius I know right.

I got under the water and let it soak every inch of my body, it felt nice to at least have some place to have time to myself. I scrubbed my head with some shampoo Negan had in his shower, and conditioner. After I scrubbed my body, I turned off the water and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around me. I brushed my hair and dried my body.

I wiped away most of the fog on the mirror and looked at the image standing in it. I looked okay, better than what I had out there on my own. I looked down at the chair in the bathroom to see a little pile of clothes sat upon it. It was a white t-shirt, with some women lace underwear, gross. My blue skinny jeans were at the bottom, they must have been washed.

I wondered about the white t-shirt, it wasn't mine, and it was big and baggy, and it was a mans. Only pointing to Negan. he must have brought these in here while I was showering. A little creepy, but I'm glad he, or whoever brought them in, brought them in.

I braded my hair and walked out. Thankfully no one was in the room, that is until I seen a leather jacket hung on the arm of the chair in the corner of the room. I looked up and saw Negan walking through the door of his walk in closet. He propped his arm on the door frame and just stared at me.

I wanted to ask him so many questions but that would probably trigger something in him. I wondered if he had remembered last night?

"Hi." I said in a hushed tone. Really hi, that's what you say?

"Hey." Negan answered back in a deep husky voice that made me shiver. He started taking steps across the room towards me. I was backing up as he was coming forward, that is until my back hit the bathroom door making it close. I was so at a loss for words right now, it wasn't even funny.

I was hoping he would say something, because I of course had nothing to say.

"You look pretty today." Negan said. Making my mouth hang open.

"Thank y-you." I managed to stutter out.

"Mhm." Is all he said.

The moment was awkward, but comforting at the same time.

"Negan, I was wondering if you remember last night." I said cutting the awkwardness.

"Parts of it." Negan said, making me nod my head.

" Oh." I said.

Negan smiled and backed up, that's when I noticed something on his arm, it was a tattoo. Negan had tattoos? It looked like a cross, but I'm not sure. He saw me staring and coughed making me look up.

"Sorry, its just I didn't know you had tattoos." I said.

"Yea, got a few." Negan said.

"Cool." I added.

"Anyways, I got shit to do in a minute so stay in here and ill be back later, don't go roaming okay?" Negan said.

"Sure." I said, knowing full well that wasn't going to happen.

He winked and shut the door.

I sat on the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling.

I got bored after about an hour, so I got up and walked into the hallway knowing I wasn't supposed to. The hallways were dark and creepy. I could hear men talking and it made me nervous. Negan had taken the pocket knife I had so I had no protection.

I turned down a hallway and saw people on their knees, so I hid around the corner peeking around it.

The people were staring at a furnace in the middle of this big opening. A boy that looked maybe 19 was strapped to a chair screaming for his life. Dwight was standing beside the furnace looking down at the man. A deep voice startled me; a familiar voice; Negans voice.

"Now you see, Mark here did something that I do not approve of! And so let this moment be a reminder to all of you, follow the rules or be punished!" At that moment Negan took something out of the furnace that looked like an iron and quickly stuck it to the boys cheek. The boy screamed bloody murder. The iron was pulled away from the boys face, skin coming with it. I almost lost everything I had in my stomach, and had to cover my mouth.

"Now, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Negan said laughing, bending down to look at the boy who was clearly passed out at the moment.

Negan then look up at the crowd of people and his eyes scanned mine, then they were glued to mine. My eyes grew wider as I returned around the corner and ran down it towards Negans bed room. My heart was racing and I began to sweat. Wait, I thought. I couldn't go to Negans bedroom, that's the first place he'll look for me. So I ran past his room and around another corner, that's when a hand went around my throat. "I told you to stay In my room didn't I?" The deep voice said. He began dragging me down the hall towards his room.

"Negan wait! Please!" I tried to scream, but he wasn't buying it.

I was dragged all the way to his room by my wrists. I kicked and screamed but it didn't work.

I was threw onto his bed. Negan began pacing around the room running his hands through his hair. He began breathing hard, and walked to the nearest wall and punched it, making a dent in it. He lowered his hand and that's when I saw the blood on his knuckles.

He turned back to me. "You weren't supposed to see that."

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