My Saviour.

Punished.

                   *Trigger Warning*
                           For Rape.

I leave Simon and try to find my way back upstairs to my friends. I find myself getting lost and have to back track a few times, this house is impossibly large, I can't see how it would have been practical to have a house like this.

I slam into a hard chest as I round the corner and strong hands grasp my shoulders to stop me from falling backwards.

"What are you doing down here? You and your friends get upstairs." Negan scolds me looking rather moody.

"Sorry, Simon just finished patching me up and I got lost trying to get back upstairs. I didn't know I wasn't meant to be down here. I missed the tour." I ramble on, trying to explain myself quickly.

"Simon did this?" He asks gently grabbing my fresh white bandage and studying it.

"Yeah, I'm nurse. Sort of a nurse. I gave him some pointers. He did a great job." Negan looks bemused at me.

"Best work I've seen him do. Should have seen how he did it when I needed stitches, he was hopeless." I giggle at that, but I find it hard to believe seeing how he did a near perfect job on me.

"Anyway keep going down this corridor and turn left, you should see the stairs then." Negan directs me and I nod my head in thanks before walking away. In desperate need of some decent sleep after today and a good cry. I've really tried not to think about what I lost today, not until I can be by myself.

I rush up the stairs and find Josh, Triss and Kevin all in the living room, lounging around on the sofas. I immediately spot the bottle of whiskey in Triss' hand, she takes a large sip and they have just about finished the bottle. I can't help the scowl on my face, my eyes meet Josh's and the look disappears from my face.

"I'm really tired. So I'm going to bed." I tell them not wanting to sit with them, I don't even know if I trust them anymore.

"Sure thing, Sweetie." Triss is the only one who bothers to reply her face bright and overly dramatic. I turn my back and I hear her call me a Wuss, I don't confront her on it though I just force myself to walk away.

I hunt around on this floor for a bedroom and it takes awhile. Once I find one I remove the gun Simon had given me and I tuck it away in one of the draws. I strip my clothes but remain in my bra and panties, I cover myself with the sheets and cry myself to sleep, apologising to the real friends I couldn't save. Friends I'll never see again.

I wake up to a hand wrapped tight around my throat, closing off my airways. Then the sensation of being thrusted into from behind reaches me. I fight the hand around my throat with my left hand, my right arm pinned under their arm.

The hand loosens and I cough, but my face is forced down into the pillows hard as my attacker rolls me to fuck me better. I don't fight, I only cry as the man I once loved dearly rapes me.

His hand comes around my neck again and he pulls my head up, digging his fingers into my throat. I can't stop the tears that roll down my cheeks, his grunts making me feel sick, as usual though he doesn't take long to finish. Pulling out and emptying his load on to my backside, he shoves me away, done with me.

"Don't ever fucking deny me of what I want again or next time it will be worse." The cold tone to his voice frightens me.

"Now go get cleaned up whore, I don't want you back here until you're clean."

I obey him quickly, flying from the sheets and out of the room, stumbling into a dresser in the hallway getting the corner right in my hip. I suppress myself from making any noises and hunt for a bathroom.