The Ties That Bind

Initiation

Pulse pounding, Sibora stared at the man in plaid looming over her, reeking of bad intentions, with a cruel smile on his scruffy face.

She was kneeling on the hard cement floor of the windowless room she was unceremoniously tossed in, and the smell was something truly foul.

She didn't dare imagine what it might be.

Having spent the entire night without anyone even coming to deliver water, Sibora knew when Plaid Man arrived, hands empty, it was an unscheduled visit.

His intentions were clear, and with her hands bound behind her back, Sibora had little way to defend herself.

She was terrified.

Sibora knew storming Negan's camp came with the possibility of getting captured, but she had hoped she would be killed quickly if caught.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Negan was a fan of taking prisoners, and Sibora had fallen directly into his lap without even managing to scratch him in the process.

The neck of Sibora's shirt was torn, and hung in front of her from when Plaid Man yanked it open. She had managed to head butt him before he could get any further, but she knew it wouldn't deter him for long.

Sibora could feel her heart hammering in her chest as Plaid Man muttered something she couldn't hear over the roaring of the blood pounding in her ears. He started to move towards her again, and Sibora felt desperation clawing at her throat.

And then- SLAM!

"HEY!"

Negan's infamous barbed baseball bat rebounded off the metal door from the force of his strike.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Negan addressed Plaid Man.

Plaid Man quickly rose to attention and started to say something before Negan cut him off.

"Do you really think I need you to answer that? I can see that you're trying to rape this woman. You were trying to rape this woman weren't you?" Negan spoke with a calmness, yet his words made Sibora shiver.

Negan took a step closer to Plaid Man and continued, "This is some unacceptable behavior, rape is against the rules here, I wouldn't wanna be somewhere where it wasn't."

As Negan spoke his dimples appeared, and from the view Sibora had of his profile it was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

Plaid Man kept quiet.

He continued, "Someone in charge who let something like that fly?"

Negan chuckled mirthlessly and shook his head as he drew his knife.

Plaid Man gasped and drew shaky breaths, his first sign of fear up until that point.

"David," Negan whispered as he held the knife between them. "You really crossed a line here."

"I'm sorry sir," said Plaid Man/David in a trembling voice.

Negan considered the fearful man standing in front of him for a long moment, before suddenly plunging his knife into David's neck.

"You know what?" Negan said quietly, the knife still skewering David. "I do not accept your apology," and abruptly withdrew the blade, sending David's body falling to the ground.

It happened so fast Sibora barely had time to flinch, but now her mouth hung open in shock at what she had just witnessed.

Negan sighed, his bat hanging by his side directly in front of Sibora. He whistled at a man standing behind him in the doorway who Sibora had yet to notice.