Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

I'm Negan

Negan gripped Honey's wrist with a bruising tightness and dragged her down the corridors, she desperately kept a hold of her slipping towel, tucking it underneath her arms as her bare feet slapped against the cold, hard floor, Simon trailing behind with the eagerness of a starving labrador.

She had tried to make conversation, asking where he was taking her, but he ignored her and never met her eyes, she had tried tugging on his jacket, stopping still and pretending to stumble. He only gripped her tighter and puffed irritated breaths from his nose.

"I'll fuckin carry you if you keep this up, then the whole of the fuckin sanctuary can see your bare white arse!" He warned her before laughing heartily at his own joke. "Naw, then they'd want to touch, and I don't share my things."

They stopped outside a pair of large green double doors as he let go of her, her foot tapping in anxiety and searching his face for answers, she hastily began to delicately balance covering her breasts and ensure her whole thighs weren't on display.

"Aw, Honey...Don't be so fucking nervous, it's only a room full of big nasty men, with big nasty guns and knives, just waiting to eat you up, and not like I ate you...put on your big girl pants and suck it up, there I was, friendly as a fuckless fuck on a fuck free day, and you had to go and fuckin fuck it up!...Fuck..."

"Negan-maybe let her get dress-" Simon interjected, a flash of pity in his eyes as he saw Honey ghost her hand to her backside to check it wasn't on display, her mouth agape at his tirade of profanity, she wanted to grab some soap and choke the vulgar bastard on it.

"Shut the fuck up, Simon! I haven't finished with you either...you and me are gonna have a very fuckin cozy chat tonight, you're backslidin!" Simon quickly averted his gaze, and smoothed down his stache in a niggle of anxiety, he had told him to lure Honey in to see if she would fall for the chance of escape, but he never told him to lay a hand on her. Simon had let it slip accidentally when Negan rewarded him with a bottle of killer tekillya, inebriated lips nearly sunk his ships.

Honey went to grab Negan's hand, but he slapped it away roughly before jabbing her shoulder.

"Stop fuckin' touchin' me! Who the fuck do you think you are, you think coz we fuck you can put your fuckin' hands on me all the time? You're not my wife, you're just a friendly fuck, don't. fuckin. touch. me." He growled at her, his white canine showing under his sneer as his tempestuous eyes flooded with disdain. He made sure to punctuate his caustic words with a bang to the wall with Lucille.

A sharp splinter of dejection bit at Honey, his glare and pure animosity making her step back and wrap her arms around herself protectively. But he knew her weakness was words, and all his irritation at her rejection spewed out like molten lava.

This was his chance to make her pay for her refusal, especially since he had let himself be so unguarded and soppily soft with her, that wasn't his typical behaviour at all, he had planned to keep it short and sweet, maybe throw out a few crumbs of mercy for her friends as an incentive, but when he had looked in to her big brown eyes he couldn't help but let it all spill out. 

It was time to make her repent, and he had taken her refusal as a mortal sin.

"You think you're fuckin' somethin', girl, don't you? Let's see how tough you really are, you should of just kept your mouth fuckin' shut, you should have said yes. I killed your friends...and I enjoyed it, it was music to my fuckin ears, I took you because I knew you were weak, you're fuckin pathetic, look at you, you're just a small, sad, fucked up kid with a long history of self fuckin destruction, no fuckin wonder the prick never wanted you, he must have smelt your fuckin desperation, look at how easy you spread your legs for me, moaning like some slut. You're nothin, a fuckin nobody, in fuckin fact...you're so fuckin' worthless to your precious people they practically handed you over. You're one sorry fuck, kid."