Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

I'm Good For The Rent

You were dragged by the arm through a maze of corridors, long and mind-numbingly winding. The air smelt corrosive and sharp the further down you traveled as if months of bleach had built up but not allowed to air, leaving an acrid smog that stung your eyes.

Simon led the march forward, looking back every minute to give you a sly wink, but secretly checking you wasn't being manhandled too much. You found an outlet for your frustration by underhandedly stomping on Richard and Morton's toes, pretending to sneeze in their faces and stopping still like a dead weight so they had to carry you.

Richards' fingers traveled to close to your mouth and you had clamped on it like an Alligator. Regretting it instantly when it tasted as bad as it looked as a pained shriek from Richard earned Simons attention and a narrow his eyes.

Richard tugged his finger from your mouth and lifted his hand to deliver a smack to your face, but Simon coughed loudly to interrupt and shook his head.

"Ah, Ah, Ah Richard! What the hell did Negan say?" Simon reprimanded him, shaking his head in exasperation and ushering them along with his hand. Shooting you a stern glance as a warning to stop your bad behavior, but you simply shrugged at him like you didn't know what he was talking about.

You smelt the cells before you saw them, the smell of vomit and sweat was thick. 

"Last stop, princess!" Simon drawled in a thick southern accent, watching you closely and savoring your disquieted expression. You stopped outside a small, windowless cell, it couldn't have been any more than six foot by six foot, with a tall ceiling and heavy green door.

You shot a questioning glance at Simon, pulling your arms out of Richard and Morton's grip to re-adjust your sweater. "You have got to be fuckin with me?" You exclaimed. Hands shooting up over your head in indignation and you couldn't help it when your eyes looked pleading.

Simon lightly chuckled and put his hands on his hips as the two other saviors took a step away from you, moving out of reach of your hands that had clawed at them for the last fifteen minutes.

The image of Morgan's jail back home had you laboring under the misapprehension that Negan must have had something similar.

You had to try and get out of this. In a burst of confidence you decided to play charming, the lessons Rosita taught you flooding your mind.

"Act sweet, innocent and enticing...Get them just where you want them and BAM! Use them feminine charms, Honey." 

"Awww...Simon, sugar. Come on, not in there. How about that one? That looks more...homely......I'm sure Bossman wouldn't mind...And I'm good for the rent.".

You pointed to a cell directly opposite while taking a step closer to him. It was much larger and with windows, painted in a powder blue coat. You gently tickled his arm with your fingertips and trailed them down to get his attention, pushing your arms inwards to accentuate your cleavage and biting your bottom lip in your best attempt at being seductive.

Simons eyebrows slowly traveled up, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes quickly flicked up and down your body. "Sorry, Honey. Orders are orders". Averting his gaze and shrugging his shoulders, one palm held up in an 'oops what can you do' pose and the other shooing away your hand.

"Now turn around, hands on the wall and spread your legs" Simon replied with a click of his tongue and a wink, smiling at his suggestive comment and you smiled back, holding his gaze.

"Whoa, Si...I think that's askin' too much on our first date. I'm a girl with some standards you know, although...If you play nice, I'm sure we could work somethin out." You voice was husky, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and curling your fingers through the belt loops of your jeans.

Simon nodded to Richard and Morton, who abruptly without ceremony or hesitation twirled you around, pushing onto your back so you had to lean your hands on the wall, and then kicked your feet apart. They began patting you down, grimy hands running over your body but never lingering too long on any part under Simons heavy eyes.

That's it you idiots, you'll never find it...

"I'll give you A+ for effort, sweetie. But that sorta thing just won't work down here, ya know?" Simon said with his southern twang. "Although, it wouldn't hurt if you tried it with the boss man, if fact, I think it'd work to your advantage".

The thought made you want to heave and you laughed. "I'd prefer to try it with the roaches I'm bout to take up residency with." You snapped, smacking Morton's hand away with a hiss.

"Tsk tsk, don't be judgemental...He has a soft spot for women, especially pretty women...Especially pretty women with a body like yours, you'll find out sooner than later'. That's why your not a greasy smear after that shit you pulled before, well that and your valuable merch, now be a good girl and get in, or what was it Negan said"?

Simon gestured to Morton as his finger lightly tapped his temple and his face scrunched in mock contemplation. "Ahh, he'll break ya' kneecaps and superglue your mouth shut so please, princess...After you".

You pouted at Simon, putting your hands on your hips and stomping playfully. "Y'all are NO fun! Come on Si, there's enough room in there for two."

A mean pair of hands shoved you face first into your temporary new home, your hands slapping the wall to save your face and the slam of the door booming behind you, followed by that ominous locking sound.

You sat down in frustration, rubbing your face with one hand and smoothing down your hair with another. Feeling thoroughly defeated at your failed attempt at with Simon.

"Be a good girl now! There's a bucket in the corner for your convenience, room service is temporarily suspended!". Simon shouted at you through the door after rapping it with his knuckles.

"Ya ever get tired of being a simple sheep Si, you know where I am. You can unlock this door, steal a car and we can ride off into the sunset together". You exclaimed, rapping the door back in the same tune.

laughter echoed down into the hallway along with fading footsteps.

"Your shift ends in six hours Morton, NO funny business! Or Negan will gut you like the fish you smell like!" You heard Simon shout over his back as Morton snorted in reply.

As soon as the footsteps disappeared you frantically reached your hand into your bra. Fumbling around until you felt it. The lockpick you always stashed on your person, hidden deep inside your bra's underwiring. You let out a satisfied sigh, and couldn't help but laugh. A bold confidence quickly washed away the feeling of defeat, and you stilled as you remembered how Eugene had shown you and Carol how to pick locks one calm Autumn night.

You held the little lock pick up in the dim light, like how Rafiki held up Simba and straining your eyes to clearly see its outline.

Ahhh Zabenya...God bless you, Eugene, my favorite mullet head...You and your love for T. Brooks Ellis. Whoever the hell that is.

Six hours, that's all you had to wait. Six hours until you could pick this door, find Negan's room and end him like the bastard he was.