Negan gripped Honey's wrist with a bruising tightness and dragged her down the corridors, she desperately kept a hold of her slipping towel, tucking it underneath her arms as her bare feet slapped against the cold, hard floor, Simon trailing behind with the eagerness of a starving labrador.

She had tried to make conversation, asking where he was taking her, but he ignored her and never met her eyes, she had tried tugging on his jacket, stopping still and pretending to stumble. He only gripped her tighter and puffed irritated breaths from his nose.

"I'll fuckin carry you if you keep this up, then the whole of the fuckin sanctuary can see your bare white arse!" He warned her before laughing heartily at his own joke. "Naw, then they'd want to touch, and I don't share my things."

They stopped outside a pair of large green double doors as he let go of her, her foot tapping in anxiety and searching his face for answers, she hastily began to delicately balance covering her breasts and ensure her whole thighs weren't on display.

"Aw, Honey...Don't be so fucking nervous, it's only a room full of big nasty men, with big nasty guns and knives, just waiting to eat you up, and not like I ate you...put on your big girl pants and suck it up, there I was, friendly as a fuckless fuck on a fuck free day, and you had to go and fuckin fuck it up!...Fuck..."

"Negan-maybe let her get dress-" Simon interjected, a flash of pity in his eyes as he saw Honey ghost her hand to her backside to check it wasn't on display, her mouth agape at his tirade of profanity, she wanted to grab some soap and choke the vulgar bastard on it.

"Shut the fuck up, Simon! I haven't finished with you either...you and me are gonna have a very fuckin cozy chat tonight, you're backslidin!" Simon quickly averted his gaze, and smoothed down his stache in a niggle of anxiety, he had told him to lure Honey in to see if she would fall for the chance of escape, but he never told him to lay a hand on her. Simon had let it slip accidentally when Negan rewarded him with a bottle of killer tekillya, inebriated lips nearly sunk his ships.

Honey went to grab Negan's hand, but he slapped it away roughly before jabbing her shoulder.

"Stop fuckin' touchin' me! Who the fuck do you think you are, you think coz we fuck you can put your fuckin' hands on me all the time? You're not my wife, you're just a friendly fuck, don't. fuckin. touch. me." He growled at her, his white canine showing under his sneer as his tempestuous eyes flooded with disdain. He made sure to punctuate his caustic words with a bang to the wall with Lucille.

A sharp splinter of dejection bit at Honey, his glare and pure animosity making her step back and wrap her arms around herself protectively. But he knew her weakness was words, and all his irritation at her rejection spewed out like molten lava.

This was his chance to make her pay for her refusal, especially since he had let himself be so unguarded and soppily soft with her, that wasn't his typical behaviour at all, he had planned to keep it short and sweet, maybe throw out a few crumbs of mercy for her friends as an incentive, but when he had looked in to her big brown eyes he couldn't help but let it all spill out. 

It was time to make her repent, and he had taken her refusal as a mortal sin.

"You think you're fuckin' somethin', girl, don't you? Let's see how tough you really are, you should of just kept your mouth fuckin' shut, you should have said yes. I killed your friends...and I enjoyed it, it was music to my fuckin ears, I took you because I knew you were weak, you're fuckin pathetic, look at you, you're just a small, sad, fucked up kid with a long history of self fuckin destruction, no fuckin wonder the prick never wanted you, he must have smelt your fuckin desperation, look at how easy you spread your legs for me, moaning like some slut. You're nothin, a fuckin nobody, in fuckin fact...you're so fuckin' worthless to your precious people they practically handed you over. You're one sorry fuck, kid."

Honey practically rebounded like she had been shot by one of her 50cals, her palms flat against the wall, a swell of tears forming in her eyes as she swayed woozily on her feet, every nerve igniting with lightning bolts of burning, bitter, anguished heartache.

She would have preferred a thwack from Lucille.

Simon squeezed his eyes shut and turned his back to the circus, but before she could protest Negan kicked open the double doors and pushed her in like a rag doll, his hard, rough hands on her back making it impossible to escape.

Sixty men turned around at the sound of the doors ricocheting off the wall, sixty men with there eyes on her. She couldn't help but wilt like a dying flower at the perturbing, anxiety conjuring sight of it, the terrible flashback of the line up replaying itself in her mind as she wrapped the towel closer around herself.

She shot Negan a glance, desperate for him to understand her almost naked vulnerability under dozens of scorching, penetrating glares, and his eyes quickly trailed up her before widening. He swallowed audibly and scrunched his brows together before taking off his jacket, handing it to her begrudgingly as she hastily pulled it on and zipped it up.

"Boys! So fuckin' glad you made it! This is gonna' be an excellent fuckin performance! Here's your fuckin' star of the show!" Negan performed, slipping into his role as the charismatic tyrant, his moment of softness gone and his arms wide, twirling Lucille in semi-circles with a smile like a neon billboard.

"Honey! Take a fuckin' bow!" He pointed to her with that barbed wire bitch as she swallowed thickly, her eyes scanning the room, the men smiled at her, but not in a friendly way. They looked at her like she was a piece of fresh meat in a famine. And she prayed Negan wasn't going to leave her alone in here. A few men she could take, even without guns and knives.

But sixty armed men, they'd be at her like a pack of garbling, ravening Hyenas. She felt as naked as a babe and she couldn't help it when she tried to hide behind him.

"Aww, ain't she just fuckin' adorable! Don't be shy!" He mockingly laughed as her face grew redder and legs became like jello, the first panic attack since she was thirteen threatening with a vengeance in her thumping chest.

Negan walked away from her, waltzing towards the center of his stage, leaving her totally alone. "Come over here, Honey baby!"

Any tender feelings she had for him vanished like morning frost at that moment, and she cursed herself for feeling so tempted with his offer and allowing him anywhere near her, he had thrown her into the Lion's den, patronizing and belittling her in front of these savages.

She wanted to scratch his eyes out and spit on them, the capricious motherfucker.

She had never longed for Rick more in her short, miserable life.

"I said...COME.OVER.HERE! Or are you as fuckin' deaf as you are edible?! Ha! Get it, coz' her names Honey?!"

A few short few gleeful laughs sounded from around her, but she could tell Negan was deadly serious, she was desperate to backchat him, let her usual cockiness and boldness spitball at him, but every fiber of him tensed, just begging for her to disobey so his wrath could come down like a cold rain, but for the first time, Honey had been totally defeated.

 And it conquered her with abject desolation, annihilating any of her lingering confidence.

She padded over to him, not returning any of the eye contact his men were shooting, a chorus of wolf whistles and hollers prickled her ears as her lips tightened and her fists balled. 

"Good girl, sweetheart" He praised, ruffling her hair and patting her backside. She didn't give him the satisfaction of eye contact, she didn't react at all.

Her adrenaline pounding through her veins and her stormy eyes narrowed. Still willing self-possession and fortitude to invade her body and get her through this shitshow, but it wasn't showing.

But Honey knew these were not the men she could turn her back on, they smelt vulnerability like sharks. They delighted in Negan's cruelness and violence, and their eyes glittered with expectancy and feverish excitement to see what he was going to do with her.

She knew he would never allow any sort of sexual violence, but she wasn't sure if he would set them on her like maddening pit bulls in a ring.

"Oh no boys, she's got her game face on! Looks like we're all in fuckin' trouble!" Negan chuckled darkly, playing to his audience, but when she looked into his eyes they seemed...

Rueful.

"Are we in trouble Honey? You gonna snap? You gettin' angry...Hmm...Maybe I should have left you in my bath? Or dropped you off with the rest of my girls?"

He relentlessly lambasted, cupping his gloved hand to his ear for her reply and clicking his tongue.

"Honeeyyyyy! Aww, shall I take you back to my room? You can wait in bed for me and we can go for round...how many rounds now...six? Seven?..Are you uncomfortable in here with all these scary men?"

Fuck these pussies. They need to run along and get a fucking refund if they wanted to watch a girl cower in fear.

"No, Negan...I'm not afraid" She stated calmly to him, watching the grin as slow as mollasses stretch across his face from the bridge of her nose.

A chorus of high pitched ooooh's chimed around her, but she simply faced the front and scoffed, lifting up her chin and linking her fingers behind her back.

"Ex-fuckin'-scuse me, princess? You call me Negan in the throes of passion, and don't get me wrong, I fuckin love how it rolls off your tongue. But when you're in fuckin' here...you call me Sir...are we god damn clear?!"

She didn't turn to face him, he never made a promise to keep what happened between them private, and she wasn't stupid and naive enough to think he would never mention it. But to do it like this, in front of all these men, to reduce her to nothing more than a conquest...made her want to melt through the floor.

"I'm clear...Sir". She stated through a steady breath, warring against her eyes to not squeeze them shut.

"As you all know, Honey here has some fuckin' problems with authority, you all saw that in the kitchen earlier, but she has learned the error of her fuckin ways! Halle-fuckin-lujah!"

The buzzing of conversation died down at a sharp, commanding glance from Negan, and he walked to the direct center of the room. Slowly turning in a circle to demand everyone's attention, pointing Lucille in Honey's direction.

"Now, Honey, who are you?" He locked with her eyes, and she had never seen him look as deadly, his hand white-knuckle tight around Lucille, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, and everyone in the room stopped breathing in a moment of exhilarating suspense. 

"I'm Negan" She spoke slowly, but let her utter dissatisfaction show on her face, as sixty faces grinned maliciously around her.

"Once more, but this time...on your fuckin knees!" Negan boomed like rolling thunder, every inch of him oozing stern, overwhelming dominion.

Honey sighed deeply and slowly made her way to her knees, the coldness of the floor biting like a viper, her head spinning and heart constricting as she flatlined a cold and broken. "I'm Negan."

"Of course you are! Now get the fuck up, although I do fuckin' like you on your knees!" A little chorus of laughs echoed around the room at that one, but the atmosphere of the room was charged static, thick and threatening, as Honey made it shakily to her feet. 

Dwight had trotted beside her quietly, giving Negan a glance for permission to take her out of the room.

"Nope, we're not finished here yet! Honey, come the fuck over here!" He gestured to her, holding his arms wide and curling his fingers.

Honey slowly walked to his side, and he put his arms possessively over her shoulders, giving her a few sharp shakes.

"As all of your dirty fucks know, we have a right of passage here...we test new fuckin members in the fuckin pit, see if they've got the fuckin balls to fit in round here"...

She saw Dwight tense, and she knew this was going to be bad.

"Brutal! Where the fuck's Brutal?! Stand the fuck up" Negan commanded, gesturing his palm up and down.

Honey's eyes widened and her stomach dropped when an easily 6'7 man stood up, the chair creaking as if relieved to be free from his weight, hulking and thick, a great green dirty anorak blanketing his body, and long greasy blonde hair hanging in his glinting eyes.

Oh, please tell me this isn't what I think it is.

"Honey, this is Brutal...Brutal, this is Honey" He introduced, patting her back and gesturing between herself and Hagrid's uglier, hairier cousin on anabolics.

"Honey, I really need to fuckin' know if you can put your money where your mouth is, can you actually back up that attitude of yours...and fuckin' fight?"

Her head snapped up to him, in the hope he wasn't going to make her do what she thought, but he didn't even throw a glance in her direction.

"Dwighty boy! Take Honey here to get dressed, then bring her to the fuckin' dog pit...prepare her, and I want all of you sorry fucks be there in half an hour!" He held out his hand for his jacket, and Honey slipped out of it in disdain, her hands wrapping around her chest.

Negan released her shoulders and stormed out of the room without looking back, leaving all eyes on her, as she looked back at them with a glacial stare.

Her eyes slowly trailing over the rows of men who were now licking there lips.

Dwight snuck up beside her and she bridged the gap towards him, she didn't want these men to think she had been left alone. Dwight understood, and he mercifully didn't move away.

"What are you all lookin' at?! You heard the boss, get your asses to the pit!" Dwight shot, holding the handle of his bow tight while slipping out of his own coat for her, she gratefully and hastily accepted it, tenting it over herself like a protective rug.

They slowly got up from their seats and made their way out of the doors, lewd and vile jokes filling her ears as they winked at her, and squeezed the air in the direction of her chest. 

"Fuckin move, shut up!" Dwight spat, aiming the bow at their faces.

"Thanks, D" She smiled weakly, as a terrible foreboding ate away at her stomach, and sweat beaded on her forehead, dripping down her back like an icy stream.

"Well Honey, unless you can figure this one out your fucked...so don't thank me yet...come on, let's get you ready...I hope you remember how to kill".