"They think I'm insane, Mr. J," Harley giggled, staring into his eyes as she reached for his hand across the table. "They think you're strange. But I don't have to fucking tell them anything."

KEEP IN MIND- this was written before the season premiere and before we knew what actually what happened. So this is altered from the original season 6. You think they will come and save you? Oh sweetheart, sorry to break it to you, but no ones coming. Why would you want them to? I saved you from those crazy sons of bithes...I am your salvation." _________________________ (I do not own The Walking Dead characters only my own) I know you all know that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Please Keep in Mind That This Story Contains: Sexual Content Foul Language Possible Triggers Violent Content (Please be cautious reading this or don't read if you are sensitive to any of these things.)Thankies!

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.