The Next World
Chapter Seven
Hannah
“…You’re gonna be a perfect wife, I look forward to you being all mine… Welcome to the club, Darlin’, it’s gonna be a fun ride.”
That fucking asshole’s words rang through my head on repeat as I stared at the faintly familiar but also unrecognisable reflection in the mirror. I’d been washed, dried, had makeup applied, my hair pinned up neatly and I was wearing a sophisticated, black cocktail dress and four inch heels. I almost looked like the woman I’d been before the world ended, but I wasn’t. I was dressed much like the other women being held here and I was expected to have a private dinner with this ‘Negan’ guy who seemed to think he was the shit, but I was going to turn his world upside down and make him regret ever surviving this long.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door and one of the women, Sherry, spoke to me through the thin wood.
“Hannah, are you ready?” She asked gently and I sighed before she spoke to me again. “Come on, before Negan sends Dwight down here to get you.”
I took one last look at myself in the mirror before opening the door and stepping out. Sherry walked me to the dining hall and gave me a brief tour on the way. The whole dining hall was empty except for Negan who was sitting at a table set up for two with wine and candles as though this was some actual fucking date that we were on. He wasn’t fooling me with his romantic act, but I took a seat in the empty chair across from him when he stood and pulled it out for me politely.
“Thank you for finally joining me, sweetheart.” He said lowly with a smirk as he sat back down in his chair.
“It’s not like I was given much choice, was I?” I asked rhetorically, but I knew that he was going to answer me anyway.
“No,” Negan chuckled. “You didn’t have any choice, kitten. If you’d refused, I would’ve dragged you down here myself and then I’d just be angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
I scoffed at that. “Sure thing, Doctor Banner – don’t hulk out on me.”
He burst out laughing hard and I was taken back slightly by now normal he seemed for a moment.
“Oh, you’ve got a sense of humour, too.” He said when he calmed down enough to speak. “That’ll make for a nice change, since none of my other wives are funny.”
“I’m not one of your fucking wives,” I spat furiously at him. “I’m not staying here for your entertainment when you want a different hole to fuck.”
Third Person
Negan calmly explained to Hannah that it wasn’t like that and he never forced himself on his wives because he wasn’t a rapist, they always agreed to have sex with him. He always got them to say yes, and halfway through the meal it started to become clear to
Hannah how he got them to agree and do whatever he wanted. She’d been drugged and had very little control over her body. The sound of Negan talking started to sound like he was under water or in the next room, and she stood too quickly which made her vision tunnel, causing her to lose what little balance she had and fall to the floor, but Negan was there to catch her before she hit the concrete floor beneath them. He scooped her up into his arms bridal style and carried her through the corridors, back to her room.
Hannah could feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness, but before she knew it they were back in the room where she’d woken up before but this time it was just the two of them in the room. She was aware of being laid down on the comfortable bed and Negan moved away but before she could relax she heard him close and lock the door, still in the room with her.
“No,” Hannah whimpered weakly, pushing herself further up the bed when Negan stood at the bottom with a glint in his eyes. He wrapped a hand around her ankle and dragged her towards him again, quickly, and she was powerless against him. Hannah whined pitifully when she felt him push her dress up and over her hips.
“Say yes,” Negan growled lowly, and in her weakened state, she did as she was told before blacking out.
Matt
I couldn’t stop thinking about the friend of the woman ZV had tied up in his workshop. Hannah… such a beautiful name. She wasn’t where she had supposedly been left, but there was a lot of blood all over the floor and I was looking at it now. I’d come out to the house as soon as the sun came up this morning.
Of course, I didn’t feel bad about shooting the bitch, but it would be in our best interest to have her as our prisoner with her mouthy friend and now have to worry about Erin running off again and causing hassle.
By the looks of the drying blood, Hannah had been gone all night, so I followed the trail out the back door and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the walker hanging from the oak tree with an ‘X’ carved into its forehead, because I knew who had taken her.
Negan and the Saviours.
Flashback
Hannah held Darren, just a young boy, as his slowed heartbeat eventually flat lined and his tiny, frail body convulsed once, twice, three times before going completely limp. He was dead, so she didn’t have very long by what she had already learned. Counting the seconds in her head, Hannah got up from the bed and grabbed the thickest needle available to her and got back to laying and holding Darren. Hannah looked down at the dead boy on the fifteenth second and watched as his dead, glazed over eyes opened and he looked up at her for a long moment before his mouth opened and a shriek tore from his throat. Before he could sink his teeth into her flesh, she shoved the needle through his temple, killing him permanently.
Hannah
When I came to, I was alone and all tucked up in bed, naked. There was a pounding in my head and an ache between my legs. It didn’t take a detective to figure out what had happened to me after I had passed out with Negan looking down at me.
I curled up beneath the covers and began to sob violently into the pillow, fighting the urge to throw up. Could I really play the victim here, though? I had, after all, said yes to Negan, just like he said that I would.
“…You’re gonna be a perfect wife, I look forward to you being all mine… Welcome to the club, Darlin’, it’s gonna be a fun ride.”
That fucking asshole’s words rang through my head on repeat as I stared at the faintly familiar but also unrecognisable reflection in the mirror. I’d been washed, dried, had makeup applied, my hair pinned up neatly and I was wearing a sophisticated, black cocktail dress and four inch heels. I almost looked like the woman I’d been before the world ended, but I wasn’t. I was dressed much like the other women being held here and I was expected to have a private dinner with this ‘Negan’ guy who seemed to think he was the shit, but I was going to turn his world upside down and make him regret ever surviving this long.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door and one of the women, Sherry, spoke to me through the thin wood.
“Hannah, are you ready?” She asked gently and I sighed before she spoke to me again. “Come on, before Negan sends Dwight down here to get you.”
I took one last look at myself in the mirror before opening the door and stepping out. Sherry walked me to the dining hall and gave me a brief tour on the way. The whole dining hall was empty except for Negan who was sitting at a table set up for two with wine and candles as though this was some actual fucking date that we were on. He wasn’t fooling me with his romantic act, but I took a seat in the empty chair across from him when he stood and pulled it out for me politely.
“Thank you for finally joining me, sweetheart.” He said lowly with a smirk as he sat back down in his chair.
“It’s not like I was given much choice, was I?” I asked rhetorically, but I knew that he was going to answer me anyway.
“No,” Negan chuckled. “You didn’t have any choice, kitten. If you’d refused, I would’ve dragged you down here myself and then I’d just be angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
I scoffed at that. “Sure thing, Doctor Banner – don’t hulk out on me.”
He burst out laughing hard and I was taken back slightly by now normal he seemed for a moment.
“Oh, you’ve got a sense of humour, too.” He said when he calmed down enough to speak. “That’ll make for a nice change, since none of my other wives are funny.”
“I’m not one of your fucking wives,” I spat furiously at him. “I’m not staying here for your entertainment when you want a different hole to fuck.”
Third Person
Negan calmly explained to Hannah that it wasn’t like that and he never forced himself on his wives because he wasn’t a rapist, they always agreed to have sex with him. He always got them to say yes, and halfway through the meal it started to become clear to
Hannah how he got them to agree and do whatever he wanted. She’d been drugged and had very little control over her body. The sound of Negan talking started to sound like he was under water or in the next room, and she stood too quickly which made her vision tunnel, causing her to lose what little balance she had and fall to the floor, but Negan was there to catch her before she hit the concrete floor beneath them. He scooped her up into his arms bridal style and carried her through the corridors, back to her room.
Hannah could feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness, but before she knew it they were back in the room where she’d woken up before but this time it was just the two of them in the room. She was aware of being laid down on the comfortable bed and Negan moved away but before she could relax she heard him close and lock the door, still in the room with her.
“No,” Hannah whimpered weakly, pushing herself further up the bed when Negan stood at the bottom with a glint in his eyes. He wrapped a hand around her ankle and dragged her towards him again, quickly, and she was powerless against him. Hannah whined pitifully when she felt him push her dress up and over her hips.
“Say yes,” Negan growled lowly, and in her weakened state, she did as she was told before blacking out.
Matt
I couldn’t stop thinking about the friend of the woman ZV had tied up in his workshop. Hannah… such a beautiful name. She wasn’t where she had supposedly been left, but there was a lot of blood all over the floor and I was looking at it now. I’d come out to the house as soon as the sun came up this morning.
Of course, I didn’t feel bad about shooting the bitch, but it would be in our best interest to have her as our prisoner with her mouthy friend and now have to worry about Erin running off again and causing hassle.
By the looks of the drying blood, Hannah had been gone all night, so I followed the trail out the back door and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the walker hanging from the oak tree with an ‘X’ carved into its forehead, because I knew who had taken her.
Negan and the Saviours.
Flashback
Hannah held Darren, just a young boy, as his slowed heartbeat eventually flat lined and his tiny, frail body convulsed once, twice, three times before going completely limp. He was dead, so she didn’t have very long by what she had already learned. Counting the seconds in her head, Hannah got up from the bed and grabbed the thickest needle available to her and got back to laying and holding Darren. Hannah looked down at the dead boy on the fifteenth second and watched as his dead, glazed over eyes opened and he looked up at her for a long moment before his mouth opened and a shriek tore from his throat. Before he could sink his teeth into her flesh, she shoved the needle through his temple, killing him permanently.
Hannah
When I came to, I was alone and all tucked up in bed, naked. There was a pounding in my head and an ache between my legs. It didn’t take a detective to figure out what had happened to me after I had passed out with Negan looking down at me.
I curled up beneath the covers and began to sob violently into the pillow, fighting the urge to throw up. Could I really play the victim here, though? I had, after all, said yes to Negan, just like he said that I would.
Notes
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