Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

In The Bath

The adrenaline and anger had truly abandoned Honey now, leaving her very hollow and feeling suddenly very small as she lay flat on her stomach inbetween Negan's legs. She had felt so fearless merely minutes ago, the seething anger at Ellis's comments had ignited and carried her over the threshold like rocket fuel. But now she was totally drained, and worse, cornered like a rat in a trap. 

Her wide pitchy eyes caught his as she slowly looked over her shaking shoulder's, how she wished she could sink through the floor away from the picture of perfect brutal anger in front of her.

Her palms were splayed out in front of her and he quickly crunched down his heavy boot over her dainty ankle, applying splintering pressure and making her clench her fists in pain as a sharp sob escaped her dry throat.

"Does that fuckin hurt, baby girl?" He sneered through a low growl, aggressively scrunching his steel capped toes into the pointy bone.

Honey ran her fingernails through the carpet and squirmed like she was trapped in a snare. "Yes! That fuckin' hurt's Negan, stop!" She tried to wrench her foot away, but he added more bruising weight as a sharp stab shot from her toes to her knees, telling her it was close to breaking point as stars waltzed in her vision, she twisted her body and grabbed her leg in desperation, pulling at it with all her strength to free her foot from under his merciless boot.

"This is where you belong, baby. Under my fuckin' shoe." With a sharp display of strength, Lucille fired down an inch away from her head, heavily thudding on the carpet as Honey protectively held out her hands in front of her face and froze like a deer in the headlights. She peeked through her fingers to see him breathe heavily, his knuckles tight around Lucille's handle. 

In a moment of pure anger, he swung her high with a rough grunt, threatening to swing her down with a skull-shattering force that almost destroyed the chandelier as Honey whined and balled up her body in a pitiable display of self-defense.

She knew acting tough now would only dig her grave deeper, so she tried to ease his anger by playing scared, hoping that he had enough of a soft spot for her that it'd work. 

She quickly rushed to her feet in opportunity when she saw the war wage behind his eyes and he removed his foot. He raised an eyebrow quizzically, his teeth clenching together and the muscle flexing over his cheekbones, his eyes narrowed and lip sneering in a brief moment of confusion. She went to take a step towards him but his steely gaze quickly returned and he shoved the tip of Lucille in her stomach, sending her back two steps in a warning not to come any closer.

She was going to have to go about this gently and with tact, but she had been around angry farm dogs bred to bite since she was a child, and this is what Negan reminded her of in this moment, a mean, snarling aggressive animal who had to be approached with caution, otherwise a world of hurt would follow, or in Honey's situation, pure blunt force trauma.

She gently placed her fingers on the edge of Lucille, not caring for the barbs that punctured her skin and she took a step forward and locked eyes with him, she kept her gaze delicate and soft while lightly smiling, making herself look as non threatening as possible, Negan's eyebrows shot up and his mouth tightened, his eyes searching her's as he assessed the situation with a tilted head.

Using firm pressure she moved Lucille to the side until she had a clear path to him, and to Honey's surprise, he let her drop to rest vertically against his leg.

Honey saw her opening and bridged the gap quickly before he responded, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder in a small display of submission and affection. His whole body tensed underneath her as she gently scratched the back of his neck to try and quell his anger.