1 “Kill me. KILL ME!”
17 “I always wanted to see you choke on your own blood.”
25 “You don’t love me, you just want to control me.”
Anger pooling through your veins like hot fire as you stare at Negan. You suppress the sick feeling in your stomach and the tears in your eyes from the sting smell of blood.
“You sick bastard.” You whisper in disgust. “What now? You’re killing me?”
“C'mon, kill me. KILL ME!” Hard you push him on the shoulders, feeling the soft leather under your palms.
A feeling you always loved.
He doesn’t stop you as your fists meet his jaw, his cheek, nose… everything you can reach. Your knuckles burst open, mixing your blood with his.
You’re done with his obsession and losing control until he grabs your wrists in a tight grip.
“Enough.” He growls. “I fuckin’ did that for you. Asshole wanted to take you away from me. I lo…”
“Stop!” You shout, don’t want to hear it. “You don’t love me, you just want to control me.”
Blood smeared lips meet yours in a rough kiss, hands pinned over your head as he presses you against the wall.
You should slap him, beat the shit out of him like he did with the poor man who just shared some nice words with you.
But you can’t, because he keeps you safe.
That’s why you bear his obsession, the other four wives which he has to drive you insane.
In the same way you drove him insane…