It was first light when we arrived at Sanctuary, rays of pink and orange softly caressing every mountain and tree on the horizon. Any other day I would've been perfectly content with its beauty, feeling optimistic about the day ahead.

But not today.

The building stood in stark contrast as I compared it to Alexandria. It was all metal, concrete and glass. There was no love put into this place, chosen for protection and intimidation purposes.

Just like its owner.

Alexandria was a slice of heaven; an homage to the suburbs. Beautiful heritage style houses with personalized furniture and treasured items making each property unique to it's owners. I rubbed at my eyes as I the thought of my home.

My OLD home, I reminded myself.

My eyes traveled down to the fence and I gasped. There was an outer ring filled with hundreds of walkers, snapping at the chain link. All of them had been impaled, chained and otherwise restrained. The Saviors had created a live barrier between themselves and the outside world, daring anyone to try and enter. I turned to Negan, a big smug smile developing on his mug. 

"She's a beauty aint she?"

Was he blind?

"She's a marvel, that's for sure," I responded. Thankful that he hadn't picked up on my sarcasm.

The truck in front of us sped ahead and opened the gates, the RV not having to stop once. Simon drove up to the entrance and pulled up the brake, walking out of the vehicle leaving us alone.

The beast turned toward me slowly and took my hand into his, kissing it like you would royalty. 

"Welcome home Miss Alexandria, you're gonna love it here!"

I wanted to punch the arrogance off his rugged face. How could he possibly think that I could love it here after being dragged away from my family? I settled for a teeth clench before scooting out of the booth and walking out of the vehicle, hoping that I just might see where they were taking Daryl.

Negan jogged behind me and took my hand, yanking me to a halt. He pulled my back to his chest, grumbling in my ear. "What's the rush baby? He's alive... for now."

My captor tugged at my hair and put pressure on my thigh with the blood covered bat. The barbs scratched at the fabric of my jeans, leaving strokes of red in their wake. The image of Abraham's mutilated corpse punched me right in the stomach.

I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, friend.

Negan grazed his teeth over my helix. "Just play by my rules baby and you'll do just fine here, capiche?"

The contact made me shiver accompanied by a wave of nausea. Nevertheless, I nodded in defeat. There wasn't much I could do now if I wanted to keep Daryl and I alive.

He gave me a swift kiss on the cheek. "Good girl."

The beast finally released me. But before relief could set in he grabbed my hand, leading me inside. Before we'd gotten too far down the corridor he stopped at a white door on the right with the label 'admin' clumsily stuck on it.

Inside was pretty small. Piles of papers were stacked shoulder high with filing cabinets covering every wall, making the already small room downright claustrophobic. In the middle of the administrative chaos a young woman with auburn hair busied herself, typing on an old-fashioned type writer. Negan cleared his throat, causing her to jump.

As she realized who it was a Cheshire grin formed. "Anything I can get you sir?"

His grin widened in response as he looked at me then back to her. "I'm just gonna need you to log in our latest member sweet beets! She's hopefully going to be part of the Harem, so could you organize that for me?"

"Of course I can sir! Tight and black?" She winked at him. I just stared at her blankly.

Tight and black?

He chuckled and nodded. "Send her up to the others after you get her settled in."

She mock saluted him. "Yes sir! I'll get right on that!"

The devil left the room and her attention diverted straight to me. Her enthusiasm dwindled without Negan's presence. She pulled a piece of paper from the stack closest to her and picked up a pen.

"Name?" She croaked.

"I'm sorry?"

Why is she asking for my name?

The administrator groaned impatiently and started again.

"I'm filling out our new member form. What is your name?" She drawled.

I answered each of her questions promptly after that, not wanting to piss off anyone I didn't have to.

"Rackel Walsh."

"Age?"

"26."

"Height?"

"5'10"."

"Weight?"

I shrugged, genuinely having no idea since I hadn't weighed myself in years. I used to daily, starving myself to get to the GOLDEN number. How stupid I'd been.

She shook her head at me and poked her pen to a scale in the far left corner. "Well step on it then."

I stepped on it and read the number out to her "130lbs."

"Hair color, blonde." Answering her own question. She looked up to me, "ethnicity?"

"Italian American."

This back and forth went on for a while until she knew almost every practical detail about me. She then went to one of the cabinets labelled Skye. After a few inspections, she pulled out a bag and thrust it towards my chest, forcing me to grab it. The woman placed her stumpy digits on my shoulders before shoving me out the door without another word, almost bowling Simon over.

The towering lieutenant flashed his intimidating grin and pointed his index finger down the hall. "Let's go, daylights burning."

He directed me to a grungy shower block and stood at the entrance, crossing his arms.

I rushed in and stepped into the closest cubicle. A sign read: 5 minute shower=2 points.

It costs to shower?

Without anymore thought, I quickly washed myself from head to toe. Scrubbing the mud caked on my hair and skin, I didn't want to owe more than I already did. I shut off the water and found a towel, packed at the top of the bag. After patting myself dry, I grabbed the first garment my hands got a hold of.

I inspected the triangle of black lace, trying to pass for underwear.

An eye patch would be bigger than this!

I blushed at what finding this garment meant, confirming what he had said to me. I quickly pulled it on and pulled out the bra, offering equal coverage as it's counterpart. I whipped out the dress and tugged and pulled until the garment sat right, the leather tight and hugging onto my curves. My breasts pushed up and together, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I bet I look like a dominatrix right now.

The last item in the bag was a pair of studded stiletto heels, as least 5 inches high.

If he wanted to snap my neck there'd be quicker ways to do it.

I picked up the bag without taking the shoes out and walked back to Simon barefoot. He raised his eyebrows at me, a seedy smirk followed.
"Now there, don't you feel better?"

Now it was my turn to raise my brow at him. If he meant better was finding it hard to breathe and feeling like I had dental floss up my butt then yes... I was feeling fantastic.

He was totally undeterred by my silence and continued. "Well let's get moving then! You're needed in the main hall."

As we walked through the endless and confusing hallways I wondered how this place ever worked as a factory before it all. I wished I wasn't directionally challenged. I'm sure it would've been useful to map out the place.

We turned down the final corner and stopped at the heart of the hall. It was the only space I'd seen so far that was open and brightly lit by natural light.

A sharp whistle above me stopped my inspection and I looked up. Our eyes locked and he licked his lips, making me feel awfully self-conscious.

Hopefully I was enough to keep Daryl safe.

Negan slowly worked his gaze down, pausing on my breasts, then finishing at my bare feet. "She didn't give you heels?"

I blushed, hoping he wasn't too irritated about it. "She did but I didn't want to break my neck! I'm about as graceful as a newborn calf."

He grinned, slicking back his charcoal hair. "Well Miss Daisy, how about you come join me up here and I'll show you the Harem."

Walking up the metal stairs, I was thankful I'd chosen not to wear that ridiculous footwear. The heel would've stuck in the grate and it would've been all over.

He held out a gloved hand to me and I took it, letting him lead me to the next destination.

Negan stood beside me as we reached our apparent destination. "Well this is it Alexandria." He gestured at the handle, but let me open the door in my own time.

Taking a shaky breath, I pushed the door open and my stomach flipped. The interior of the room couldn't have been more different to the others. Plush lounges covered in mauve velvet lined the area. The tables dark-distressed timber and the plants all plastic.

Five other women dressed similarly to me scattered around the room relaxing.

Everything in this Harem felt like a lie to me. These were all Negan's "wives".

And now I was one of them.