Save Me

7. What Comes Next?

Molly knew that this would be the end for her. She was literally in the belly of the beast, surrounded by enemies and unknowns. The Devil stood before her.

He waited, keeping his hand stretched out to me as if he knew I would take it.

He was wrong, he knew nothing about me.

Instead of taking his hand, I jumped to my feet on my own.

He looked as if he didn't know whether to scowl or smile. On reflection, he was that type of man, unpredictable.

Always.

He leaned closer to me until I felt his breath on my neck as I looked round at all of the men smiling sinisterly, as if they knew what he was planning.

He slowly and calmly whispered 'you turn me on so goddamn much, you know that?'.

At first I was mesmerised by him, every syllable he annunciated playfully like he was testing me.

I took a second before snapping myself out of the trance, it was like being under a spell, like losing control and I hated every moment of it.

He lifted his head back up to mine until we were locked in each others eyes.

He thought he had me, he thought that he had won.

From his point of view, my eyes were soft and entranced by him, which they were at first but now, they had hardened to him and all I could see was everything I had lost, that we had lost because of him.

I didn't show any hint of what I was about to do, but kept him occupied with our eyes entranced by each other.

He chuckled to himself, thinking that I was just like every other girl that I bet he'd made swoon.

Arrogant bastard.

For the first time, I smirked then smiled at him before I punched him square across the face.

I'd always loved working out, becoming the strongest I could be so when the time came I could defend myself and show that I wasn't some weak girl who could be manipulated or moulded like putty.

His chuckle died as soon as I hit him, he almost doubled over when I did which made my smile grow even stronger.

Of course his men raised their weapons to me once I'd struck their beloved leader but I didn't care at this point.

I just kept my eyes firmly on his, not caring about anyone else, just his reaction.

His shock was written all over his face, just beginning to slightly scowl at being disrespected in front of his men.

He raised his hand by his side, flat, so that his men knew not to shoot me.

They lowered their weapons slowly, this time in actual fear of me.

This made me smile even more.

Negan came close to my face again, as if he wanted more.

Kinda fucked up when you think about it, but I expected it.

It's funny how someone's body language gives off their entire personality without barely having to say much to each other.