"This is your last try," Negan whispered against my neck and his hands were squeezing my wrist to the wall. Daryl ran through my mind. His face, his stare, his touch. "you have no other choice." I swallowed at the thought of never being able to leave again. I could only stare a the blank wall across the room. I waited for him to threaten me once more but nothing ever came. I closed my eyes and nodded. He only laughed at me. "I want you to say it." "I will live for you," I whispered. His rough lips kissed my neck and he chuckled. "That's what I thought."