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NEGAN LOOKED AT YOU, TAKING IN YOUR BEAUTY. "I'M GONNA KILL ON OF YOU." HE SAID, HIS INTOXICATING VOICE BOOMING THROUGHOUT THE WOODS.
"EXCEPT YOU." HE PAUSED, RUNNING A HAND OVER HIS SHORT BEARD, "YOU'RE MINE."
FEAR COURSED THROUGH YOUR BODY. YOU DIDN'T DARE QUESTION HIM, BUT YOUR GAZE WENT TO RICK, WHO LOOKED WORSE THAN EVERONE COMBINED.
THEN, YOU LOOKED BACK TO NEGAN, WHO WAS STILL GAZING AT YOU, "WHAT?" YOU ASKED.
"I'M GONNA TAKE YOU. SIMON! TAKE THEM TO THE TRUCK. NICELY. THEY WON'T WANNA SEE THIS," HE DIRECTED.
SOON, YOU WERE LIFTED AND BROUGHT INTO THE RV UNWILLINGLY. YOUR CRIES TO BE LET GO WERE UNHEARD AND YOU FELT BETRAYED AS NOBODY FROM YOUR FAMILY WAS HELPING.
