No Sanctuary For Old Men [18+] |Negan| ✔️ Complete

LVII • Darkness

"What the fuck..." the words left Daphne's mouth breathlessly, and she was frozen to the spot.

Two guys she'd never seen before strolled down the stairs behind Spencer, and he motioned with Lucille—it was Lucille—for them to go for the cage.

The blonde's reflexes kicked in and she took a fighting stance as they unlocked the cell, and Spencer clucked his tongue.

"I don't think so, baby," he singsonged, and poked Negan's fuming head with the bat. "As much as I'd like for him to stay alive for what I have planned, it isn't necessary. You'd better fuckin' co-operate or I'll smash his fuckin' head."

Fists clenched, jaw clenched, legs tensed, heart pounding, Daphne was a tight knit ball of rage and anxiety and she didn't know what to do.

Keep him alive. Keep Negan alive.

She let out a cry of frustration and lifted her hands above her head in surrender. Her blue eyes found amber, and she was comforted by his understanding there. He wasn't blaming her for this, and she knew she had to play her cards. If she attacked now, there was no way she could overpower these two in time to get to Spencer before he killed Negan.

If she let them take her now, and get the ball rolling on whatever it was they were going to do, then she'd have a better chance of getting them out of this. She had wanted to get out of the cage, after all.

"Good girl," Spencer grinned, and Negan snarled at him. "Oh, shut up, you're old news." He tapped his black leather shoe against the bound man's stomach and then strolled over to the cell, where his two buddies were tying the lieutenant's hands behind her back.

"I'm getting real sick of this," Daphne said.

Spencer sneered at her as they turned her around. "You're the bitch that was strutting around with Rick's kid that day, huh?" He leaned down so he was nose to nose with her, and she resisted the urge to bury her boot in his crotch.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he straightened up, hoping to buy some time and figure out what the hell their options were going forward. "That outfit looks terrible on you."

Her head snapped to the side as Spencer backhanded her, and her temper flared at the same time as Negan's, his body twitching on the floor.

"I'm not to be disrespected anymore," the younger man hissed, and he wound a fist in her hair. "Rick fuckin' disrespected me, everyone here disrespects me. Then the Saviors waltz in and shit all over everyone. When I tried to join the cause, you fucks disrespected me." He jerked her forward, ripping at her scalp, and she stifled a groan. "I realized that if I wanted something, I had to take it. I can swagger around with a baseball bat and drop fucks all over the place, bashing people's heads in to get what I want."

Daphne's stomach felt like it had dropped down into hell. But to cover up her trepidation, she laughed at him. "And you think that you can take his place?" She guffawed again. "You?"

His eyes flared and he slapped Lucille against her cheek, wire lightly abrading flesh. "Yeah, I fuckin' can." He hissed right into her face. "I show up at the Sanctuary with the big boss and three lieutenants in tow. I take Negan's head and put it on a spike to show who the fuckin' top dog is. All it takes in this apocalyptic wasteland is the right combination of badassery and charisma to brainwash people into following you. By stealing his reputation, I'll have both. I am a politician's son, after all."

"You're delusional," Daphne spat the words at him like napalm.

"And you're a wildcat," he ran a finger down her cheek, that was now on fire thanks to getting scratched up from the bat. "Maybe I'll make you my first wife."

"I'm gonna fuck you with your own torn-off fucking dick," Negan drawled, voice low and menacing and firm despite his injuries. "And if it's too fuckin' small for me to find, I'll just use Lucille."

Spencer raised an eyebrow and looked down at the glaring man. "You don't get to make threats anymore," he said, and motioned to his two friends. "Gag them and let's go."

Daphne gave up on her stoicism as Spencer's assholes roughly dragged Negan up the stairs, not seeming to give a shit that he could barely walk. She shrieked into her gag, struggling against Spencer's iron grip. How the hell was this pussy so strong?

"Look, I said it before, and I'll fuckin' say it again," he warned, and motioned to the rather large guns in the hands of his puppies. "Comply, or I kill him. Word around town is that you two have a closer than professional relationship, so I think you maybe don't want to see him die in front of you, huh?"

Daphne stared at Negan helplessly, anxiety knotting in her stomach like an ulcer. She needed to keep a clear head. He was still alive, they were going to the Sanctuary, this was the best possible scenario they could be in. Minus the wounds and bonds and gags, of course, but at least they were leaving Alexandria.

She was impressed by the amount of townspeople helping Spencer with his little project, and wondered how the hell they'd managed to get this all organized so fast. And without certain key people knowing about it. She had a feeling that Alexandrians loyal to Rick wouldn't be too impressed about Spencer doing a mutiny and then installing himself as King of the enemy base.

There were no sentries on the wall, and the only guy at the gate was someone that was clearly in on the cause. As they exited the town proper and King Dipshit dragged her into the trees, she wondered vaguely if this was how Rick and co. had felt when they had been herded through the forest.

Daphne clenched her jaw, refusing to compare herself to them. She focused on Negan's heavy breathing behind her, hoping he wasn't in too much pain. She wished she could help him. She wished she could have taken the beating for him. It wasn't fair. Fucking bitches.

They reached a small clearing with a road leading away from it, barely lit by the light of the moon. There was a short transport truck, one of those rental type ones people got for moving, and two SUVs.

The back door of the transport was open, and Spencer dragged Daphne to the opening. He pressed his body against her back, the bumper digging into her abdomen. Her skin crawled as he ran a hand down her hip. She fought the urge to reel back and smash her head right into his nose, knowing that she had to play nice for Negan's sake.

There were two lumps in the darkness of the truck, and Spencer leaned down to ghost his lips over her ear. She shrunk away from him, jaw clenching.

"Enjoy your ride, blondie," he whispered. She wanted to retort but the gag prevented her, and he heaved her up into the truck. She hit the metal bed with a grunt and one of the shadowy lumps moved.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Arat and Simon in there, all trussed up like she was. She glanced back to see Spencer's smirking dickhole face as he slammed the door down, plunging them into complete darkness.