It never ended.

He was there when you were eating, sleeping, showering, dressing, walking, talking, he was there. Your sanity began to slip, you could never get away, you could never act or speak up, because you were his little Doll, and you knew that if you acted up, you’d be worse than dead.

It was so simple how you got into the situation, You were alone out there for so so long, who could’ve blamed you when you found the sanctuary?

You were aloud to enter, quickly brought to the infirmary to make sure you didn’t get bitten or have any diseases. You didn’t, and that’s when your mindset really changed forever.

You were led up to Negans room by someone who’s face you can’t really remember, its hard to remember now.You did remember meeting Negan, how he looked you up and down, smiled and told you if you became his doll then all your troubles would go away. And you believed him.

It started with always being close, then telling you to sleep in with him so you weren’t scared, then the constant touching, the late nights, the trust. Until one ‘I’ll sleep in my own room tonight’ is when he screamed, that you were ungrateful, that you belonged out there with the walkers. And again, you believed him.

He was constantly there now, everywhere you looked he was there, no more privacy, no more bad days, only good ones for him. Only nights with no sleep and constant screaming of what he called pleasure.

Right now, you were in your room, finally getting a moment to yourself. A knock was heard and when you opened it one of his men told you that Negan wanted to see you. You knew what that meant.

Panic set over you as the hyperventilation began, you couldn’t do it. The man at the door tried to tell you to get it together but it was far too late.

You blacked out and when you zoned back you were met with bloody hands, a shard of glass and the man’s body beneath you. But your fragile mind didn’t care. You stood up, blood covering your nightdress. You began to speak to yourself crazily, finally losing your fragile mind.