Save Me: Chapter 11 - After
~Hey guys! This is Chapter 11 of ‘Save Me’ ❤️ Molly finally pushes Negan to the edge and has to suffer the punishment...😬 Hope you enjoy and chapter 12 will be out on Wednesday 🤟🏻
The hardest part of a storm is always what comes after. While the survivors deal with grief and loss, Molly is thriving by Negan's side. While Molly is swiftly becoming Negan's favourite, the closer she gets to power, the more danger she becomes susceptible to.
Everyone was still.
Morning came and passed, Maggie sat still, her tears flowing over Glenn's body.
Rosita and Sasha were numb as they stared in silence at Abraham's body.
Rick and Carl tried to move Maggie, she was still ill after all and needed medical attention now more than ever.
Maggie resisted, asking them to leave without her as she would never leave him.
'He's my family' she cried while Carl tried to hold her.
Rick said stuttering through his tears, 'he's our family too'.
Sasha told Rick she would take Maggie to Hilltop while they go back to Alexandria.
But they vowed to stay together and carried the bodies into the RV so they could bury their loved ones at home.
Three members of their family had left last night, Daryl was taken from them and there was no telling when they would see him again, if ever.
Carl held Maggie while she sobbed into his arms, not looking as they lifted Glenn.
That journey to Hilltop was as silent as ever.
No one plotted or made plans to attack with vengeance, they just sat still in silence and waited and pleaded for someone to tell them that it had all been a nightmare.
No one came.
Molly's POV//
There was a knock on the cell door.
I awoke hastily and sat up to see Negan standing in front of her smiling as I rubbed her eyes.
'Morning beautiful' he said groggily as if he'd just woken up as well.
I rolled my eyes at that comment while he chuckled at my response.
'Today's a big day. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life' he said happily.
'What?' I replied sleepily.
'Come on darlin, follow me' he winked and held out his hand.
I took it this time without hesitation and smiled up at him, half genuine, half forced.
He smiled at my enthusiasm, 'I can't wait for you to see it, I hope you like it'.
He almost skipped down the corridor, looking down at my hand and smiling as if in awe.
I looked up at him with a sceptical smile, wondering what he was plotting.
'Okay darlin, we're here', he said smiling as he opened a door on the same corridor that held his room.
I gave him a look of hesitation before walking in and seeing a room almost as luxurious as his.
I gasped.
It wasn't as dark as his, there were beautiful big windows with white drapes, a four poster bed with cream sheets, a brown sofa and a bookshelf with what seemed to house half of his books I remembered seeing when I first saw his room.
I turned back around to him smiling.
'This is...?' I started to ask before he interrupted, 'yours darlin' he said seriously.
I looked around again before swinging back around and saying playfully, 'but I said that I wouldn't become a-'.
He interrupted me before I could say anymore, 'I know, but even so, you're onboard here and you're more than a prisoner...you don't belong in that cell'.
A smile grew across my face at his words.
Was this kindness genuine? Did we just compromise?
'Thank you. Seriously, I appreciate it' I looked in his eyes and saw them light up at me thanking him.
'Can I come inside?' he said smiling and still standing in the doorway.
I smiled back, 'such a gentleman' I said sarcastically but with a hint of truth.
He chuckled walking towards me.
'Well, I've been called a lot but no one's ever called me that before' he said smirking.
'Well don't get used to it', I said leaning in closer before pulling away and moving around the room.
I spun around, looking at the bed before looking up and seeing him eyeing it as well.
He looked up at me before hesitating wanting to say something else but settling on 'well, enjoy darlin but make sure you're in the main hall by twelve'.
At that he smiled before walking back out and shutting the door behind him and left.
My eyes widened, why was my room on his floor?
I audibly gasped, thinking about what he might want from me.
What I might want from him.
Stop it, I told myself shutting my eyes tightly before exhaling and making my way to see Sherry.
I had to see her.
Fat Joey stood outside my room, Negan must have asked him to be my guard or something because he seemed less casual than usual.
'Hey Joey' I said smiling sweetly, he didn't say hey but just asked where I was going.
I frowned, before saying to visit his wives and asking whether that was okay with him sarcastically.
He accepted my request before following me closely as I left my room.
I knocked on the door, when Sherry opened the door before I was finished.
'Hey! what are you doing here?' she asked hastily.
'I need to talk to you' I said quickly, she looked like she needed to be somewhere.
'Sherry? you okay?' I asked worriedly as she seemed distracted.
'Yeah sorry, does Negan know you're here?' she asked nervously.
'Uh no, I don't think so. Would it be a problem?' I asked growing in concern for her.
'Well, it's just that he doesn't usually like anyone but him coming in here' she said eyeing the corridor and Fat Joey nervously.
'But I've been here before' I said chuckling slightly.
'Yeah, yes you have. Of course, come in', she said almost smiling again, I chuckled nervously.
I waved at the other ladies, they just looked at me before carrying on with whatever they were doing.
'Wow tough crowd', I said smiling at Sherry.
'You wanna sit?' she asked pointing over at a sofa.
'Yeah sure, thanks. Hey, why do they hate me so much?' I asked half humorously.
Sherry looked around while she sat down.
'It's not that exactly. They're threatened by you. They think Negan's gonna ask you to be one of his wives, that would mean less privileges for us' she said calmly.
My eyes widened as I tried to remain serious but let out a small chuckle.
'What?! Me? His wife? No, never' I said loudly.
Sherry didn't laugh and instead just said seriously, 'don't make light of it. I'm serious, you don't know what he's capable of. What he's done...'.
'Your best bet is to just do what he wants, that way you stay alive' she added pleadingly.
My eyebrows furrowed as if in disbelief, 'He doesn't scare me. He's been pretty accommodating actually' I said smiling slightly.
'Don't be so naive, whatever he's doing, it's to get you on his side before he breaks you' she said warningly.
I looked at her, like what she was saying was finally hitting home.
'Come, I'll show you. You may as well learn now', she said gesturing me to follow her through to another room that joined to this one.
The other women just watched as I walked through them.
'Sherry, what is this?', I asked curiously.
'Our closet. This is all we can wear', she said while pulling back a curtain to show a long rack of black mini dresses.
What the actual fuck?!
'But why?' I said touching the dresses.
'I don't know, he just likes it' she said nonchalantly.
I sighed, I felt disgusted. I felt like he'd just bought me.
That room wasn't for me, it for what I represented as a prisoner of war.
I hesitated before telling Sherry, 'I want to try one on'.
'What?' she asked worriedly.
'I want to change the meaning of the dress. I want to make him understand how sick this is. The dress will no longer mean ownership. I want to let him know that I know' I said confidently as Sherry just raised her brows.
I smiled at the idea.
Sherry still looked at me wide eyed and confused.
'Moll, I know you mean well but you'll get yourself killed. Don't test him! Just get under the radar' she begged.
I took one of the dresses anyway and tried it on. It fit like a glove, hugging my curves.
I hadn't worn a dress in years but this was a symbol.
I would be mocking his whole numerous wives thing, I would be mocking him.
I stepped out of the room, put on a pair of black heels from the cupboard and I walked out as the women stared open mouthed.
They all whispered as I went by, 'see what I mean. He did ask her!' one of them said.
I just smiled and left the room, until I turned down the corridor and saw Negan.
I stopped still as he did the same, both of us staring at each other.
He was furious. I had crossed two lines here.
I had entered his wives room without his permission and was now wearing a black dress.
As much as he tried to look furious as he marched over to me, his eyes kept flitting from mine down to my legs and back up.
He liked what he saw.
I was secretly excited by this but also nauseous seeing how he liked all of his wives to wear this 'uniform'.
'What the fuck are you wearing?!' he barked.
I rolled my eyes and smiled sweetly 'a dress' I retorted innocently.
His grip on Lucille had tightened as he growled.
'Just as I was trying to be nice. Oh darlin, you're gonna regret crossing me' he said scowling at me.
He looked over to his men who were behind him and now staring at me, jaws dropped to the floor.
'Hey!' Negan shouted, pounding Lucille on the floor.
'If I catch you looking at her again, I will cut out your eyes, got it?' Negan added while their gazes shifted straight up to him.
'Sorry, sir' they said in unison.
'Take her to the main hall' he barked at them.
He looked at me once more before saying 'show time' as they grabbed a hold of my arms and escorted me there.
I struggled the whole way but as we entered, the room was full. More full than when the iron was used.
I was dragged down to the middle of the room where a circle had formed around me.
Negan stood from the balcony, still scowling.
They were kneeling before he allowed them to rise again.
He had made a speech about the rules again and how I'd broke them so had to be punished.
The men were laughing and blowing kisses to me.
But I just shrugged them off until Negan spoke.
'Everyone place your bets now because its show time! Saviours, you know the drill, three rounds then the winner is declared' Negan bellowed to the crowd.
He looked at me now, revelling in my confusion.
What the fuck was this?!
He smiled down at me, then nodded to the man next to him to start the match.
I took off my shoes not knowing what the hell was happening.
Out came a woman, obviously a saviour.
Negan shouted 'Arat, meet Molly, Molly meet Arat'.
Was he expecting me to fight her?!
I chuckled to myself at what he wanted.
Would it turn him on to see me fight in a dress? Like one of his wives, but a hell of a lot tougher?
'You've gotta be fucking kidding me' I said softly.
Arat didn't smile, she just looked at me like she was about to kill me.
She put her fists up as the whistle blew.
She stepped towards me throwing the first punch, I ducked to the side before trying to talk to her while we stepped around each other.
'Look, we don't have to do this alright?' I said sternly.
She smirked before saying 'shut up bitch and i'll try to go easy on you, kay?' and threw another punch, she missed.
Okay she wasn't gonna stop so I was gonna have to put an end to this shit show.
I ducked again, this time punching her square across the face, enough to knock her down.
'Just stop okay? Don't hurt yourself' I asked her, which pissed her off even more.
I tripped her up and landed another punch to her face before she dropped.
She lay on her back gasping for breath, still trying to get up.
Everyone was chanting now, Molly! Molly! Molly!
As she got up and threw her last punch I grabbed her arm and swung her around to put her in a headlock.
She struggled until she eventually tapped out.
I'd won the first one.
Negan smiled and clapped.
The whistle blew again. This time a man came out.
He was a large man, tall and heavily built.
I looked at him for a second while everyone else was sceptical about my strength. But this wasn't about strength, just agility.
He threw punches at me, one hitting my arm throwing me backwards.
I decided to turn it up a notch and use what Jesus had taught me.
He ran towards me before I jumped back up onto my feet and climbed him, wrapping my legs around his neck, spinning him and flipping him over onto his back.
He landed with a thud, there was a crack, he'd broke something.
He tapped out while in pain on the floor while I stood over him.
I looked up at Negan briefly smirking while the man got taken away on a stretcher.
Everyone cheered and whooped in disbelief, 'she's a fucking monkey! she literally climbed him!' I heard one guy shout.
I held back my smile wanting to stay in the zone.
The last whistle blew.
From the shadow, another woman came out.
Once the light hit her, I gasped. It was Sherry.
I looked at her before looking up at Negan who was now looking back at me sternly.
I shook my head with my hands on my hips and scoffed, 'son of a bitch' I whispered.
Sherry looked terrified.
I looked over to see Dwight in the crowd who was scared out of his mind but also furious at the same time.
His eyes pleaded me to go easy on her, but I would do one better.
Sherry came closer, while people chanted.
'Moll, just do it. Get it over with' she pleaded, tears rolling down her face.
'No. Not gonna happen. I don't give a fuck. If that sick son of a bitch thinks I'm gonna fight you then he can go fuck himself' I said breathlessly.
'Wife versus wife! Sick!' one guy shouted.
Negan grew more and more impatient, before he made his way down the stairs and walked towards the circle.
People parted like the Red Sea for him as he walked, he held a gun in his hands.
Shit.
'Cmon darlin. Finish the game' he said smiling sinisterly.
I looked at him like I would kill him.
'Go fuck yourself asshole' I barked back at him.
His face dropped, 'whew, I can't let that behaviour slide. You know that. So, punishment', he said calmly as he put the gun in my hands.
'Kill her' he whispered leaning close to me, this time all I felt for him was hatred.
This was his idea of a sick game and Sherry cried even harder now.
Dwight looked at me, mouthing 'please', a tear rolling down his face.
I looked at Negan and nodded, before looking at the gun then back to Sherry.
I raised the gun to Sherry.
The room was silent now, you could hear a pin drop. Sherry was shaking as I held the gun to her.
I took in a deep breath before turning the gun to my own head.
Sherry screamed 'NO!', I clicked the trigger, once, twice, each time with more frustration. Nothing.
It wasn't loaded.
It was a test.
It was a fucking test.
Negan looked at me, surprised that I was willing to kill myself over one of his wives. But of course he didn't know our history.
Dwight closed his eyes in relief, so did Sherry.
I turned to Negan before leaning and whispering in his ear saying 'do me and everyone here a favour and shoot yourself before I get the chance'.
I looked into his eyes to see his response which was just blank as if he was in awe.
I picked up the heels and walked out of the room.
This time they parted for me.
