Wicked Games ~ Negan

"Listen closely and I mean very closely, sweetheart. You belong to me and only me. Your group is under my control, which means I fucking own you. If I want you get on your knees you get on your God damn knees. If I want you to live for me, you fucking live for me! Do you understand me Makaylynne?" Negan's right hand moves from my dirt infested jaw down to my neck. His rough hand wraps around my throat and he pulls my face towards his as he takes a long, agitated breath. "Do you fucking understand and if I were you, I would say yes princess." The words spill up from his throat in a growl.

"I don't fucking understand, Mr. Negan." I spit in his face and as soon as the words came up I am pushed to the black concrete.

"Boys, hold the fort down. I got to teach someone a lesson," Negan laughs while he pulls me up by my tangled curls and drags me into a house in Alexandria.