For The Ones I Love | Negan #Wattys2017

Part 5

I didn't know what the difference was between room C and room A and I don't know if I ever will because I don't plan on staying here for long.

Two of Negan's men lead me down a dimly lit hallway, gripping my arms way tighter than needed.

"That stunt you pulled in there was really fucking stupid." One of the men said.

"I don't care." I muttered, my confidence still slowly coming back to me.

"Oh, trust me, you will." The man laughed before we were stopped in front of a door.

He took out a ring of keys from his pocket, unlocking the door and turning on the light to the mysterious room A.

I peered in before they roughly pushed me, causing me to stumble as the door was shut and locked behind me.

I'm confused.. This room is nice?
There's a small bed covered in sheets, a chair, even a few books.. If this is supposed to be the worst of the rooms, I want to see room C.

I looked around a bit more to see two doors to my left. I opened the first one: an empty, dusty closet.
I then opened the second one to see a small bathroom, nothing fancy, but everything was there.

I began chewing on my bottom lip, contemplating whether I should do it or not. My greed soon got the best of me and I quickly made my way into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower; hot water. This felt like a blessing after everything that had happened today. I just wanted to wash everything off of my body and out of my mind.

As the hot water ran over my body, my mind kept flashing back to when Negan kissed me. I was filled with rage but, also something else.. as ashamed as I was of it, I didn't completely hate it. There was like, 2% of me that enjoyed it.. that wanted more.. needed more.
My core ached the more I thought about it which made me hate myself; immediately I turned the shower handle in the opposite direction. Ice cold water rushed out of the shower head, stinging my skin and cooling my mind.

I quickly turned it off, collapsing in the tub and began to sob. What is going on in my mind? Why am I having these thoughts about an evil man after what he did to Abraham and the rest of the group?

My mind was a mess and I just wish I had someone like Rosita with me to joke with about it and help me see things more rationally.

My sobs are finally hushed when I begin to hear yelling, causing me to panic. I quickly hop out of the tub, messily wrapping the towel left in there around my wet body.

I peer out of the bathroom door, afraid that the yelling I hear is coming from the room, but the rooms still empty.

The yelling gets louder, but it's not coming from the hall outside of the room.. It's coming from the other side of it.
I look to a sheet that's hanging on the wall, one that I failed to notice or really care about. I walk over to it, gently moving it to reveal a prison cell looking window and on the other side of it an open area, filled with large men yelling at each other.
I scan the outside area a bit more; a large amount of walkers chained to a chainlink fence like animals.

Suddenly my attention is brought back to the men when the yelling gets louder and more violent. A group of them start ganging up on one guy as they beat him senseless. I quickly cover my own mouth to hush any gasps from coming out; from yelling and trying to get them to stop.

I flinch when I hear an unmistakable laugh behind me; Negan.

My body quickly whips around, tightly clutching onto my now damp towel, waiting for the monster to speak.

"You enjoying the show?" He chuckles, walking over to the hidden window and lifting the sheet.
I quickly move away from him, "Yeah, good ole room A! You'll be seeing a lot more of this shit, even if you don't look, you'll sure as hell be hearing it."

He turned to face me, taking a sip of the amber liquid he had in a glass that I'd just now noticed, "I see you've made yourself comfortable." He said eyeing the towel wrapped around my naked body.

I tightened my grip again on the fabric, not saying a word.

"Oh honey, you think you can get away with giving me the silent treatment after what you did earlier?" I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he began walking towards me, "You're lucky that little stunt didn't get your fuck buddy killed."

I swallowed hard, remembering what this man is capable of, "sorry."

He leaned in closer, "What Hun? You're gonna have to learn to speak up." He said tauntingly as he brushed a wet strand of hair from my face.

"I'm sorry." I said louder.

"Damn right you are!" He exclaimed, taking another drink before walking to the door, "I'll have one of my wives bring you something clean to slip into, since it seems like you like it here." He winked.

As the door closed behind him, I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by wives. Not wife, but wives.