Barbed wire (Negan-TWD)
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Last published Thu, Nov 11, 2021
A monster stood between two headlights, smoke clouded his torso and wrapped around his legs like snakes from hell. His devilish grin set upon my gaze. I looked to my left, then to my right at each and every broken and torchered face that looked on at the wolf stood before us. My eyes soon found the bloodied pulp that spread down the gravel.
"fuck you" I snarled before flicking my eyes back up at him. He took a moment before dancing forward with a gleem in his eye and a smirk on his lips.
"what was that Darlin'" he whispered as he gripped my face with fingers of steel through his gloved hand...
"fuck...you" i retorted. He tutted slowly before pushing my head to the side and looking across my jaw.
"shame, such a fine creature like you ended up turning rabid with feral creatures such as these" he pointed across to Rick's bloodied and sweat ridden face with the barbed wired bat that he so keenly brought back to his shoulder. I snatched myself from his grip and spat at his shoes.
"take her" he scowled. Within seconds I felt rough hands grab at my arms and thrust me to the gravel and dirt below.
"I said take her. Not break her" he bellowed before kneeling down beside me, "that last part is my job" he grinned...
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