Save Me

8. Underworld

The Sanctuary. A curious place, with even more curious people. Molly felt trapped. There was no way out, only through and she would have to come face to face with the Devil to make that happen.

It wasn't until the following morning when Negan came.

I stood against the wall in the darkness and waited.

Suddenly the door flung open and Negan stepped inside, first looking at the dead man, then at me, smiling.

I had chosen life. I had chosen the Saviours, for now.

I figured that being on the inside of our enemies compound was an advantage and maybe I could find a way to work against them under the radar.

Negan glanced at me, half in admiration, half in scepticism.

I guess that even though he thought I was a badass, he needed more reassurance.

Asshole.

I looked at the dagger in the rapist's head and sighed before sarcastically saying 'you win'.

He chuckled, 'No, you win' he said while pulling out the dagger of the dead man.

'Get some people in here, clean this up' he said sternly to his men outside.

I looked at the dagger longingly, if he let me keep it I could actually defend myself.

He noticed this, as he notices everything.

'Why, you didn't actually think I was gonna let you keep this did you?', he whispered as he fastened the dagger into his belt and leaned closer.

As much as I wanted to hate him, there was something about his aura, his closeness, his scent.

It was intoxicating, cedar wood and musk.

I felt myself actually having to snap myself out of it every time he came closer.

He wouldn't have this effect on me, I wouldn't let him.

'You still got a way to go before I believe you're fully on board here, baby steps'.

He smiled assuringly, 'it is absolutely not personal, if the situation was reversed I'm sure you wouldn't believe me either. Still, the way you saved yourself, the way you surrendered to me just now that is a damn good start. But, we gotta work on some things Molly because I think you'd actually like it here'.

He reached out his hand, this time more hesitantly than the last.

Hoping that I wouldn't punch him again.

I wouldn't this time.

'I wanna show you around, introduce you to the sanctuary, show you what could be yours someday' he said smiling.

Of course he was talking about the compound but there was something in his eyes that changed when he talked about what could be mine.

It was as though the hard stony dark brown of his eyes had softened to a caramel light brown.

It wasn't as though he was trying to manipulate me into joining him but he was deadly serious and thought that I could be valuable.

This time I took a second to process, but reached out and slipped my hand into his.

It was surprisingly warm and gentle yet also calloused in areas.

It was a strange feeling holding his hand as we walked out of the cell and along these long a winding corridors.

It wasn't as though I was being led or guided but as though we were equals who had struck a deal, perfectly lined up side by side.

Only a dozen Saviours had actually seen me before yet whenever we passed someone, it felt like they instantly knew of me.