I didn't get any sleep. I was locked in position, his front to my back, too scared to move from his possessive grasp in fear of him pulling me in tighter. Or even worse, that I'd changed my mind on my abstinence.

Judging by the light snore he wasn't having such troubles. His quiet drone stopped as he lazily opened heavy lids and nuzzled my neck, "Good morning beautiful!"

I rolled onto my back, fabricating a smile, "good morning."

He leaned over me, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. Turning the charm up to eleven he whispered in my ear; tapping a direct line to my nethers.

"Well sugar puss, that was the most excruciating fun I've had in a while!"

I swatted at his chest, giggling whilst edging off the bed, creating a sheet toga.

He rolled over and lazily rested his head on his hand, "I think we're a bit past that aren't we little miss virtue?"

The temperature rose in my cheeks, "I want to keep you guessing. No-one's buying a cow if they can get the milk for free."

He took his index finger in his mouth and bit the pad, "Well I've had a taste daisy, and I can tell you now that I'm the only farmer getting anywhere near that milk."

His continuance of the cow metaphor irked me, but I couldn't help but notice my legs clench together at the underlying possessiveness.

Negan threw off the blanket and stood proudly in the nude, "go for a nice hot shower beautiful! I'll get someone to fix the bed."

I don't want your pricey favours!

I shook my head at him, "I can do that, honestly!"

Negan pulled at my chin, removing my bottom lip from my teeth. "Bullshit! It's my job to take care of you now."

I couldn't help but scrunch my face at the idea of someone cleaning up after us. Negan's eyebrows raised at the gesture. His toothy grin suggesting anything but contentment. "I'll be back in a minute sweetie." And with that he left me alone to shower, as I tried not to over-analyse him.

There's nothing you can do about it right now! Just don't think about it.

I ran the shower, stepping in the flaming hot stream. I attempted to scrub away the events of last night; the things that I had done.

The things that I had felt.

After exfoliating from head to toe I turned the water off and stepped onto the bath mat. I leaned over the drain and wrung out my hair, grabbing a towel and patting myself dry.

I walked back into the bedroom and picked up my tattered halter, no other option for clothing at my disposal. I wrapped the fabric around my body and held it secure with a belt he'd luckily left behind.

There was a knock, followed immediately by Negan barging through the door.

I don't know why he bothers knocking.

He sauntered into the middle of the room, Lucille by his hip swinging in a slow but consistent rhythm. He swung his head up, smirking at me. "Holy shit baby! Me Tarzan you fucking Jane."

Looking down, I checked to see if I was completely covered. I was feeling alright about making do with what I had until he had made a point of it, staring at me with utter wanton.

"Dwighty boy," he yelled at the door, upset that yet another stranger was going to see me in my torn attire, "Bring him in."

He didn't!

Two face entered, pulling on Daryl's jumper collar. He was bruised and bleeding, dirt and grime caked all over him, but I stayed put; knowing he'd pay the price for a repeat of that transgression.

Daryl and my eyes locked, a million words said without ever opening our mouths. A wave of love, fear, desperation and relief flooded through me simultaneously. Daryl ran his eyes up and down my frame, then over to the ruffled sheets.

I looked over at Negan through the moisture accumulating at my eyes. Without ever taking his eyes off me he spoke, "Daryl? Would you be a lamb and clean this for US?"

I tilted my head down in shame; although I had been successful at avoiding his deflowering, he partially had his way with me.

And I liked it.

Admitting it to myself tipped me over; one tear after another streaming down my face. Looking away from the devil I refocused on my guardian angel, his face hardening, his vocals rumbling.

"Wha' did ye do the her, ye sick bastard?" His knees bending, preparing to dive at our captor.

But before he could progress Dwight grasped his neck and threw him into the concrete. Daryl remained un-moving for a moment, giving the executioner the opportunity to make his way over to him, pushing The tip of Lucille into his temple, crouching beside him.

When Daryl quickly came to Negan wasted no time bursting his idea of me and my virtue. "I didn't do anything she didn't consent to. I did what any warm blooded man would do if they had a rare fucking diamond like her in their bed."

Daryl struggled against Lucille, leaving deep, short crescent wounds on the side of his head. My body shook as I looked on helplessly, grabbing the attention of my fiancé.

Even thinking the word makes me nauseous.

He finally released Daryl's head and stood up with open arms, lips pouting at me in the most ingenious
Display if ever seen.

"Come here dear fiancé."

I didn't move, immobilised by fear. A moment of my inaction was all it took for him to place the deadly bat back on his prisoner's temple.

Snapping out of it, I practically sprinted to his side; Negan had to take a step back to absorb the momentum I'd built.

My barely conscious mate craned his neck, giving me a look in attempts of comforting me. I let out a shaky breath, the tears showing no sign of slowing down.

Negan stroked my hair and rested his head on top of mine, "I'm sorry my sweetie. I didn't mean to scare you like that." His apology was bullshit with a heaping side of sarcasm.

I looked up at Negan, giving him sad puppy eyes; a last ditch attempt at softening him. He stared at me
for a while before he rolled his eyes and groaned at me. It was clear he didn't appreciate the cheap shot, but he allowed it anyway.

My leather clad master looked down at Daryl, misplaced playfulness present in his voice. "Don't worry Daryl! She's still wearing white for a reason." A sigh of relief burst out of me as he kissed me on the cheek before continuing, "and she'll be wearing white until the day I break her in. Then you'll know exactly when your old flame started begging me for it."

He ran his tongue from my neck to behind my ear, my eyes involuntarily rolling back, arms quivering; making me ashamed of my traitor body. Daryl's head fell to the ground with a thud; that must've been the straw to break the camel's back.

Once Negan was satisfied with his handiwork he gave Dwight the order, "get him out of my sight."

I clamped my eyes shut, willing my heart to keep together while the love of my life was being dragged away. I opened them after my world stopped spinning; Negan looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite place.

"Tell me you're not fucking with me Rackel."

Oh you want mind games asshole? Oh, I'll give you mind games!

I wiped at my tears and browbeat him, "are you sure that it's not the other way around baby?"

He went to wrap his arms around me but I shoved him away, genuine hurt flashing across his face. I shoved my index finger so hard into his chest it must've bruised. "How dare you parade my past in my face like that!" I leaned into him, purposely taking shallow breaths, as he watched my breasts heave against his chest. "Why would you want to test me like that when it's obvious I want you?"

I said the last part in my best breathy tone. The fool leaned in for a kiss as I did the same. But, just before he closed his eyes I turned on my heel and strutted in the opposite direction, my hips swaying dramatically with every step I took.

My solitary audience stood in awe, a frantic edge to his voice, "where are you going baby?"

Got ya!

I stopped at the door, twirled around then rested my hip on the frame. I took one hand and tugged at my
hair, the other wrapped around me.

"I need some fresh air! You've got me all riled up."

I didn't wait for his response, I just turned by back
to him, knowing I had caught his attention on MY terms.