My Little Pup

Chapter 4

"We're on easy street, and it feels so sweet. 'Cause the world is 'bout a treat when you're on easy street ~," Negan gleefully sings, tapping the rhythm on the steering wheel.

We've been on the road for about an hour. I clung to my bag tightly as I tried my best to remember every turn and exit as we snaked down backroads and interstates. I've refused to utter a single syllable to him or Dwight, spending my time glaring out of the windshield from my cornered in spot between my two captors. The two would make the occasional side-glance exchange. Negan hasn't tried to say much either besides the occasional road rage filled comment whenever someone pissed him off, along with the same repeated question.

"Recognize the scenery?" he first asked about twenty minutes into the trip.

"Uh huh." We weren't too far outside of my hometown.

"Still know where we are?" he asked twenty minutes later.

"Mhm."

Truthfully, I barely recognized where we were. I knew that I had traveled through this part of the state, but I couldn't give you an exact location if you asked. What's with the questions anyway? If this was his idea of small talk, he was miserable at it.

"What about now?" he asks again in an impatient manner.

"No, I don't recognize anything at all," I mumble.

We are on a gravel road in the middle of the woods. I haven't seen another car in miles. Maybe a stray sign here or there letting you know which one-stoplight towns were near, none of which are recognizable to me.

Suddenly, Negan pulls the truck over to the shoulder of the road and puts it in park. Getting out, he struts to the bed of the truck. I looked behind to see Dwight stare me down with a warning glance, implying to not get any ideas about a possible escape. I can hear him rustling through the junk in the back, he appears to be looking for something. An enormous grin sweeps across his face, he must've found what he was searching for.

He saunters over to the passenger side door, opening it with flourish causing the door to bounce on it's hinges. "Alright, darlin, this can go one of two ways, both have the same result. It's just the matter of how it goes down. We're still a few hours away from my humble abode and I can't have you knowing its exact location, just in case you're as fucking shady as your father. You may wanna try and pull one on me," he explains.

It's then that I notice what is in his hands; zip ties and a bandanna.

"Normally, I can get back in half the time that it's taken us, but you're fucking smart, and I have a feeling that you would've known the entire way there. So instead, I sent us on a little adventure," he shifts his weight in amusement. "I unfortunately must cover those pretty little eyes of yours, don't wanna give away any secrets," he whispers.

"Th-the zip t-ties?" I frighteningly ask. The blindfold was the least of my worries.

"Oh, it wouldn't make sense to only blindfold you. How can I trust that you won't try to sneak a peak? You can't peak if you can't more you arms," he winks. "So, as I was saying, you can make this easy. I'll throw this blindfold on you and quickly snap these on, no harm and no foul," he raises his hands, backing away from me. Suddenly his face turned dark and emotionless. "Or, you can make a fuss and I'll be forced to stomp your ass worse than I did your father. It'll still end with your fucking eyes covered and your arms behind your fucking back," he growled, face now level with mine.