He's the Enemy (completed✔) (Negan X Rick's Daughter Fanfic)

I Fucking Own You

Ten days later:
I wake up in a dark room in nothing but my bra and panties. "Ughh, my head," I groan.

"I got to find a way out of here." Getting up, I feel around trying to figure out where I am and maybe find an escape. My hands hit what feels like metal. I bang on it and scream, "Somebody help me!" I bang on it some more and kick at it, hoping it will open. No luck.

"I fucking swear if someone doesn't open this door, I will kill every last one of you! Now open u-" The door opens to reveal Dwight.

"Come on! Ya comin' with me. Big boss needs to see ya." I move my hands to shove him but he grabs my wrists, slapping handcuffs on them. My eyes go wide in shock and Dwight smirks.

"We thought ya might try a move like that so I came perpared. Now lets getta move on it, sweet cheeks." I growl at him and don't make any move towards listening to him. He sighs, "Ya just don't learn, do ya?" He grabs my wrists and pushes me out of the room. Pressing the barrel of his rifle into my back, he says, "Get movin." I do and as I am told this time because I have no other choice. "Bout time you listen for a change," he mutters.

We stop in front of a door and Dwight knocks once.

"Who is it?" a voice says. Most likely Negan.

"It's yur boy Dwight." There's shuffling and then the door opens revealing, none other than, Negan. His eyes look me over and he smiles a slow smile and whistles.

"Phew! What do we have here?" He steps aside and Dwight goes into the room and shoves me onto the ground, leaving me in a provocative pose, my legs spread and my hands above my head. I move to adjust my position but Negan says, "No. Don't move. I like you just where you are." Of course, I don't listen and I move anyways, with my legs crossed and use my upper body to get into a sitting pose. I place my arms in my lap after pushing the hair out of my face.

"Wow!" Negan says. "You just don't learn, do you?" I roll my eyes and give him a dirty look. He walks over to me and squats. "What's it gonna take to get you to listen, to bend my way?"

I lean real close to his face and hiss, "I will never listen to you. Not now, not ever. You don't get to kill my best friend, Rositta, my friend, Glenn, or my lover, Abraham, or any of my people and walk away unscathed. I will never respect a man like you. Oh wait, I meant pussy not man."

Negan's jaw clenches before he says, "Dwight leave us to be alone for a couple minutes."

Dwight says, "Yes sir," and leaves the room.

Then Negan turns to me and says, "I will give you one chance to revise your answer, Meghan before I have to punish your ass. Now, tell me, what will it take for you to listen to me?"

I narrow my eyes at him and say, "First off, don't use my name like you are on a first name basis. Secondly, I will repeat, I will never, and I mean never, listen to you."

He stands up. Negan loosens his belt buckle and starts taking it off. "I thought you might say that. Now, it's time you were taught a lesson. One that will shape you up into a good little girl. One that I'm guessing Daddy Rick never taught you. One about respect. Now," he pauses, whipping his belt through the air once, twice, three times, each one closer to where I sat. Negan walks towards me until he's standing directly above me.

"Now, look at me and tell me what you see," he demands me. I look up at him and see a man who is hanging onto his temper by a thread. And what do I do? I snap that thread and push him over the edge, over the cliff.

"You want to know what I see? I see a pathetic excuse for a man. Are you sure you have any balls? Cuz I'm pretty sure I sense a pussy."

When I see his control snap, it's like it's clicked in my mind that I'm in some major shit here. He picks me up by the hair and drags me over to a bed.

Throwing me on it, he says, "You just don't quit do you? Even when you know you're in some deep shit you just gotta run that damn mouth of yours. Now you're gonna pay the price." He shoves a sock in my mouth and puts duct tape around my mouth to keep me from spitting it out.

"Mmm...mmph... hmph.... hphm..." I try to speak but it comes out muffled so I give up. I look up and see Negan staring at me. I want to ask him if he has a staring problem but can't because, well you know. I kick my leg at him trying get his attention.

"Hot damn," he whispers. "I can't wait to whip that sexy ass of yours." He turns me over so that I'm on my stomach. Lifting my ass higher, he tells me, "Stay. And for once do as your fucking told." He waits as if he expects me to disobey him again but this time I'm not going to because I've already pushed him too far and if I push him any farther, he will probably kill me. Which I want to be the one who kills him, not the other way around.

He flicks his wrist and the belt comes down on my ass hard. I wince at the pain. "Ohho...Look at that. Look. At. That. It fucking jiggles. I like that. It fucking turns me on! And you know what? I'm going to do it again because I fucking can." He flicks his wrist again making the belt hit my lower back, causing my back to arch in pain. I scream but it comes out muffled. He does it again and I try and get away from it.

But the weird thing is, its kinda turning me on. Which makes me hate Negan even more. He's the enemy! I should not being getting turned on by his...I would call it a spanking but its much harder than that, so I'm not sure what it is but it needs to stop.

He hits me again and this time I don't feel the pain. I just feel the white-hot pleasure. He does it again and I accidently let out a muffled moan and arch my ass towards it. Hopefully he didn't notice.

When he doesn't smack me with belt again, I look back at him. He tilts his head and that stupid grin is back in its usual place.

"Well shit. If I didn't know better I'd say you're enjoying this." My cheek heat up in shame and I turn back around. "Ahhhh so you are enjoying this. Aren't you, princess? My little fucking toy is a dirty, filthy, slut who loves her ass whipped! I'll be damned," he says, amused.

At his words, I feel my shame and desire morph into something deadly. I see red and flip myself over and try to get onto my feet. I'm almost on my feet when Negan shoves me back down. I try again but he shoves me again.

"You might as well give up the tough girl act, princess. You can't win against the big dog." I scream through the duct tape and sock in frustration and anger. If only I wasn't handcuffed. Then I could beat his ass. Nobody would be able to stop me either.

I try to break the chain of my handcuffs but they don't budge. I let another scream out as I realize I'm truly trapped and am helpless. A single tear of defeat slips down my cheek. The only thing that comforts me is the knowledge that I WILL kill him.

"Now that you finally realized that your pretty little ass is well and truly screwed, maybe you'll put your big girl panties on and quit acting like a two year old throwing a temper tantrum. Though I'm beginning to think you like pissing me off," Negan says. I roll my eyes and give him the stink eye. "Great now you're reminding me of your dad and your brother. Giving me that damn stink eye. Only yours and Rick's are twice as good because you guys have twice as many eyes." Inside I'm seething with anger but can't do anything about it.

A knock on the door makes Negan growl a little.

"Who is it?" Negan says.

"It's Simon," Simon says from behind the door. Negan bends down and rips the duct tape off my mouth and I spit the sock out angrily. I open my mouth to speak but Negan stops me before I can.

"Don't. Just be quiet for once." Negan walks over to the door and opens it. "Now what is it?" Negan asks Simon.

"Its Rick and his gang. Says he's not leavin until he has his daughter." My eyes light up at the thought of my father saving me. "Tell him to fuck off. She's mine. I own her now."

"No. You don't. Nobody owns me, especially not you," I say angrily. He turns to me and slaps me across the face.

"I fucking own you. I told you from day one that your mine. Now shut up for once." I glare at him but do as I'm told.