I thought to myself tiredly as I sat up, my whole body sore from sleeping on a blanket on the floor. My head hurt, bad. I rubbed the back of my head, standing up, heading over to a small sink across the room with a small mirror with rust around the edges of its metal frame. I turned my face to see a bruise on the left side near my temple.
Ouch...
I thought as I brought my hand up, gently stroking it. My hair is messy, my hair tie falling out. I grab the elastic band, gently pulling it out of my hair. Wincing as it catches a snarl, pulling out a few strands of hair. I hold it in my hand for a minute and glance back up at myself in the mirror, combing through my hair with my weak fingers until it looks somewhat decent. I tuck it into my pocket, a saddened look on my face, letting out a sigh.
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I miss my family...
*
I head to one of the chairs across the room, sitting down. Unknowing of what could even come next for me. The other women are fast asleep, all sleeping close to one another. The young girl is curled up next to the strong woman. She's too young to be going through this...
The door swings open abruptly, and as expected, it's Negan.
"Rise and shine ladies!" He says, a cocky smile on his face, his bat resting on the floor beside him. He leans against the door, smiling. None of the ladies wake up.
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He bangs the bat on the door jam, loudly. "I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He says, an irritated tone. He looks over at me, and begins walking over to me, grabbing my wrist with his muscular hand. Oh shit.
He pulls me up to my feet, giving me a once over with his piercing eyes. We leave the room, and another man shuts the door behind us. Negan's hand is tightly gripping my wrist as he leads me to a small room. A bathroom...
He stops, motioning toward the bathroom. "Go ahead, you know you want to." He says as he points toward the door. "I'll let you wash up." He says as he chuckles, his dark eyes glittering in his amusement. I shuffle in, shutting the door behind me, and turn gin the small lock.
He laughs outside the door. "Locking me out are you?" He says, chuckling. I feel uncomfortable, but I take off my clothes, looking gaunt myself in the mirror. I don't look like myself any more...
I head to the shower, turning the nozzle. Water begins to flow out and I stare at it wide-eyed. I haven't seen running water for months...
I step in gently, letting the lukewarm water run down my face. I smile a tiny bit, running my hands through my hair as I watch the water beneath my feet turn a muddy brown color. Gross...
*
After about 15 minutes, I turn the water off, pulling the shower curtain open. The steam feels nice on my face as I walk over to the mirror on the wall, wiping the condensation off of it so I can see myself. I stare at myself, unsure of who I am now. I see a shirt and some pants lain on the counter, messily thrown on there, but they look somewhat clean. I grab them, putting them on.
The shirt is a forest green and fits me loosely, so I tuck it into the dark cargo pants as I slide them on. A pair of well-worn combat boots sit in the corner, a pair of socks lay on top of them. I slide them on my feet, lacing them up tightly, as they are one size too big for my feet. But they're shoes..
I go to the mirror again, combing through my hair with my fingers, brushing the front strands behind my ears.
A loud knock on the door startles me as I jump backward toward the wall behind me. "Ya' almost done in there?" Negan's low voice rumbles off of the hollow wooden door.
*
I clear my throat, heading over to the door, unlocking it, and slowly opening it.
Negan gives me a look, that makes me uncomfortable. A look of lust and desire.
He looks at me from head to toe. "Boy do you clean up nicely." He says creepily as he smirks, his bright teeth shining in the light. He grabs my wrist again, gentler this time. "Let me show you around." He says, leading me towards a balcony overlooking the main part of the building. It's bustling with people, loads and loads of them.
"This is the Sanctuary. My little slice of heaven." He says as he grabs the railing, resting his bat against the metal rails beside him. I look down. Nobody seems hurt....
He sees the expression on my face and softly chuckles. "What, did you think I didn't have anyone else here?" He says jokingly as I roll my eyes, sighing.
"Why did you bring me here?" I ask annoyed, as I watch his expression change.
"Well.." He says. "I want to be known. I want to be seen as powerful and to do that, I have to make people want to cower to me."
He must mean my family....
He turns to me, walking towards me, a smirk on his face as he leans in and whispers in my ear. "You work for me now."
