You had never seen someone look so tempestuous, his teeth gripped together like vices, a deep growl rumbled from his chest and his lips contorted into a snarl.

Releasing one hand from your collar he grabbed the free end of his red scarf and wiped the spit from his face. "You're a fuckin ANIMAL. You think you won't be PUNISHED for this? You think you can just spit at me like a crazed Llama and get away with it?...Ohh, your gonna find out how not cool that shit is, sweetheart". Negan boomed, rattling you around like a pinball.

Leaning in close, he moved his mouth mere inches from your ear and growled. "You're just begging to be killed. Did you not see what just happened no less than three hours ago?"

"Fuck you, Negan." You growled back, venom dripping from your words. Negan leaned his head in even closer and spoke barely above a whisper, his breath tickling your ear as he pulled your chest's closer together, you were aware of how your breasts crushed against his chest and rose and fell with each one of your heavy breaths.

"I saw the way you looked at me, doll...Tell you what, if you survive the punishment I'm bout' to bring down on you, I'll fuck you until you don't remember your own name and you can't walk straight...there's a LOT of things I'd like to do to you, killin' you's at the bottom of that list, still on it though..."

His words made you gasp as your head snapped back to look into his eyes. You had never seen anyone look so self-assured, he smirked with pure arrogance, biting his bottom lip and licking them suggestively as he searched your eyes and mouth, swaying gently on his feet before flashing his brows at you to answer.

"In your dreams, you fuckin pig." You growled in a dangerous octave, chastising yourself when a surge of electricity exploded into your stomach and sent your heart rate into overdrive at the thought of it.

Negan laughed, licking his lips and taking a step back. "You'll definitely be in my dreams tonight, sweetheart. I KNOW you'll be thinkin' of me when you're down in that cell all on your lonesome, get's fuckin cold down there." He pushed you away roughly and you stumbled flat on your arse, your legs almost flying over your head. You went to pounce on him but he held Lucille outwards in a silent warning.

"Richard, Morton. Take her to the cells...The small one...And for fuck's sake pat her down first. And if any of you sorry sacks of shit lay one more fucking hand on her, you WILL be answerin' to the IRON!" He roared, imitating pressing something on his face and making a sizzling sound.

"And YOU, princess. If I hear of any more of your shenanigans I will break your fuckin' kneecaps and superglue your lip's together." He directed at you, Lucille substituting his finger.

You stuck your two middle fingers up towards him in defiance, your other hand searching the hard ground for any rocks you could throw. He only gently chuckled at you, kicking a plume of dirt your way.

"Simon! You go with them too, make sure it goes fuckin smooth, don't want my MERCHANDISE being damaged too much." He winked at you, knowing he was taunting you with the word.

You desperately wanted to quip back at him, get up and give him one last smack in his filthy mouth, but you relented.

"Enjoy your stay, princess! You won't be able to work on your tan but you'll have a lot of time to reflect, don't miss me too fuckin' much". Negan mocked, with that annoying, supercilious grin plastered on his face. He waved you off, letting his dark eyes trail lazily down your cold and sore body one last time before shouldering Lucille to walk away with a whistle.

The two saviors gripped your arm and led you towards a side door into this monstrous building. Looking over your shoulder to watch him saunter you couldn't help but smile.

Keep smilin, buddy. You won't be breathing by tomorrow.