"Negan, stop please!" I scream in hopes that someone will save me.
"Stop fucking moving!" Negan shouts as he tries to wrestle my shorts off of me.
I fight him as much as I can but still, he overpowers me, completely stripping the bottom half of me nude.
Tears continue to rain from the eyes exposing the mixture of fear and embarrassment I feel in this moment.
he's never been like this before. I don't understand what I did to get him this angry.
"Listen up, sweetheart!" he says, with his hand still holding me to the bed from behind.
"It's punishment time" he sadistically chuckles at me, "and I'm gonna take all of my anger out on this beautiful ass of yours"
The sound of Negan taking off his belt, lets me know what exactly he has in store for me.
"I-I'm so sorry, please don't do this to me" I cry to him, shaking in fear.
"No time for that little girl, this is the only way you're gonna learn to respect me" his voice is low and growly like he's enjoying every second of this.
I wiggle one last time, in a pointless attempt to escape his wrath.
"Brace yourself!" he yells, slamming the belt into my skin so hard that the loud smack bounces off the walls.
I scream at the top of my lungs. My legs shake from the pain.
"You will never disrespect me again, understand?" he whips me a second time with even more force.
My scream rings out again, straining my voice to the max, "y-yes, Negan, I understand!"
"Great! Now one last time for good measure!" he hits me another time.
My breathing goes so wild, that my voice can no longer function enough to let out anymore cries.
I stay frozen in place, hearing Negan put his belt back on. "I hope you learned your lesson, I don't want to do this to you again" his hand grabs on to mine, and he pulls me up.
"Here, put your shorts and panties back on" he hands me my clothes.
I slowly take it from him, my arms still trembling.
He watches me dress for a moment, then starts to speak again, "I'm gonna go get our lunch, so be a good girl until I get back" He walks out the door, leaving me standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
The pain from my backside is still going strong, I can't stop the tears from falling.
What could I have done to deserve this, I know I gave him attitude but that's nothing new. He even once said that he likes that I'm feisty.
I walk over to the couch and slowly lower myself into it, afraid of causing more pain.
I don't have the will to do anything at all except sit down and shut my mouth. Maybe that was his goal in all this, to beat me into submission. He has always come off to me as the type of guy that doesn't want his woman to have a voice or an opinion. Nate is nothing like him, he would never lay a finger on me.
Out of nowhere, I start to cry again. My mind flashes images of when I was happy with my real husband. All I keep repeating to myself is that I have to be strong because that's what Nate would want me to do.
About 20 minutes pass when the door swings open, revealing to me that Negan is back.
"I got spaghetti!" he comes over to me with two warm plates. "it's my goddamn favorite!" he grabs his fork and immediately starts chowing down.
I don't say anything or move at all, my head stays focused on the floor.
"Come on, eat, it's good!" he nudges me but I still don't have a response.
He deeply sighs, then turns to me, "Carmen, I know you just got your first punishment, but it's gonna be alright. Daddy won't hurt again if I don't have to" he rubs his hand up my leg.
"I'm not hungry," I say barely above a whisper.
"Sweetheart, I know that's a lie, you haven't eaten in hours. Now eat," he moves the plate closer to me and hands me a fork.
I look at the food closer, the smell makes my mouth water.
"Fine" I pick up the plate and start eating.
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After we finish our lunch, Negan takes me along with him to a Savior meeting. He said that he didn't want to leave me alone because he was worried about were my "priorities" lay. But I know that what he really means is that he doesn't want me to have time to think about Nate. He would rather keep me preoccupied with whatever bullshit the Saviors have going on.
While they're having their discussion, I watch on from the corner of the room. I don't even want to sit down, I can't stand to be that close to him after what he did to me.
"So what are we gonna do about these garbage people?" Simon asks, sitting to the right of Negan.
"Nothing. We have bigger fish to fry right now"
"But they disrespected us. We can't let that go unpunished" Simons words drip with revenge and I can tell by his face that he isn't going to let this go easily.
"Oh trust me, It won't go unpunished, I'm just putting that whole situation on the back burner until we deal with Alexandria" Negans intentions are to focus on his plan. It's always his way or the highway. That's one thing I hate the most about him.
"I agree, I have a feeling that Rick's group isn't gonna play nice for very much longer" Dwight chimes in.
As Simon and Negan continue to banter back and forth, I notice Arat keeps glancing at me with worry in her eyes.
"Negan, what's up with her," Arat says in an unusually timid tone as if she's afraid to ask the question.
Negan turns and looks at me for a brief second then brushes me off, "I don't know she's probably on her period or something"
His comment earns a laugh from everyone at the table, but I scoff at him and roll my eyes.
"Anyways, I want teams watching Alexandria and hilltop 24/7, if it seems like Rick is preparing his people for a fight, I want to be notified immediately"
All three of the saviors' nod in agreeance.
"Good. So everybody get to work. It's time to let these fuckers know who's the king of this jungle!"
With high morale in the air, the three saviors leave the room with seemingly more confidence than they walked in with.
Negan gets up and shuts the door behind them, leaving only us two in the conference room.
"You can't act like this in front of people, I won't have people thinking I'm abusing you" he glares me down angrily.
"I didn't even want to be here. You're the one that forced me"
He sighs deeply, "You're my wife now, Carmen! We have to look like a strong unit. How the fuck can I expect them to respect me as a leader when you don't respect me as your husband!"
I think about what I'm going to say back to him, but I stop myself before I even say a word. I don't want to give him an excuse to give me another "punishment".
"I see you're finally figuring out that back talk isn't gonna get you anywhere but that doesn't mean that this little stunt you pulled is forgiven" he chuckles then walks over to me, tucking my hair behind my ear, "when we get back to our room, your gonna have to do something to show me that you've learned your lesson"
When he says this I instantly know what he's talking about, tonight is going to be nothing but a shit show of guilt and shame.