Negan stood tall in the dimly lit room, his fingers gripping Lucille, the barbed-wire-wrapped bat that rarely left his side. He looked down at his bound prisoner, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Lucille here is gettin' thirsty," he drawled, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. He swung the bat lightly, the barbed wire glinting menacingly in the low light. "Been a while since she's had some fun."

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied the prisoner's face. "You think you might be her next plaything?" Negan's smile widened, a mixture of amusement and threat. "Just kidding... unless..." He let the words hang in the air, the suggestion clear and chilling.

Negan tilted his head slightly, the playful glint in his eyes not masking the underlying menace. "So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"