The Ruins

Chapter 40

She was led through hallways and conducted up four floors of stairs, all the while without saying a single word not getting any back. Every now and then they came across some residents, but all of them acted like Mal being there, treated almost like a prisoner -although she had the bitter impression that the 'almost' didn't fit there- was nothing out of the ordinary, which told Mal quite a bit about these people.

He led her to a room where a bunch of women were chatting, one she can clearly hear about Negan and how he's such a gentleman.

What the hell?

The room was half a quarter, but large enough to have about eight women. The front door showed a zebra and red couches, a potted plant on a glass table. The right side, a book shelf, a VR television, and a stool with a long table and mirrors. It had a small connected bathroom, and the window on the far wall looked out toward a line of trees blocking the view of the fence that surrounded the Sanctuary.

Right by the window was a large cabinet filled boozes. Champagnes, wines, whiskey, most were fancy sweet drinks, and a painting on the wall and a fake plant foreign tree. And there was another room that was dark and gloomy and mysteries.

Oh.

The bedroom. But there's only one...

"Ladies. This is Mal, and she'll be here for awhile. So, if you're complaining why I'm not here for both our needs, I'm busy with her."

Another surprise and shock made Mal feel sick to her stomach. There were so many and different varieties of women. Variety of shapes in sizes; skinny, fat, tall, small. Different races of skin and ethics, but all are the same with heavy but pretty makeups, stylized hairdos, and tight revealing black dress and high heels.

"I know." Negan took Mal's trance out to see the seedy face. "Every woman where you're from dresses like they do the book at an auto shop. You're gonna want to look at their titties. It's cool. I won't mind you swung this team. They won't mind, knock yourself out."

"You're sick." She snarled, eyes going hard, already tired of this sickness.

"My, my, Mal!" Negan bursted in surprise, leaning some of his weight on her. "Damn, that's fucking dark. But listen Mal, I don't let the shit fly by me. I don't force anyone. I just offer them the luxury and a lady does need to pleasure themselves as well as me. So how about getting off people's business? Hm?"

Mal sighed in relief when Negan retreated his presence from behind her, and she still filled with anger, wanting Negan to admit his disgusting lies and gloats that he forced them, rapes them, and is so exactly like Charlie.

"Negan," A woman, Sarah, calls over him when she steps out of the bedroom, an dead eye stare glared at him.

"Can I have a moment with my wifey, Mal? Just make yourself comfortable."

They walk together to the little bar. He pours himself a glass for Sarah as Mal stayed in her spot, watching them and to hear what they're talking about. Of course, they were quiet, especially Negan is such a loud mouth and he's being quiet for once. She heard him say. "Fair play." And he takes out a beer for himself and sips it.

Mal can hear them talking about this Amber girl sneaky off to be with a guy, and in his look he's not liking it. Saying about not to cheat with him because it's the tules. She did talk back to him in dead but cold eyes at him. He raises his hand, caressing his thumb at her chin. She scoffs at his gesture, asking her a question. Sarah shook her head for a no. For a long second, he stares down at her, Mal couldn't read the emotions he is playing, it was so monotone.

Negan then smiled afterwards. "Well, look at you." He chuckles deeply. They came close to the door as Mal stands there. He unexpectedly pulls her hand up and lets her hold his beer for him.