-Negan’s men found you a few miles out from the Sanctuary. You got sloppy, they caught you, you ran and they eventually got you. You ended up killing one of them in the process and injuring another, which sure as shit pissed Negan off. The Saviors brought you back to the Sanctuary, to Negan himself, and he ruthlessly, and brutally beat the living hell out of you with his bat Lucille. He was planning to kill you. He had his mind made up the moment you were dragged through his doors, but when he saw your fearless bullshit slip, and the look of defiance replaced with fear? God, it was such a turn on for Negan whenever he saw that. It was like an addictive rush, and this time he couldn’t let it end so soon. He decided to let you live, except it wouldn’t be out of the kindness of his heart. He had stripped you stripped naked, thrown in a small, pitch black cell, with the only sound being the song Easy Street constantly playing and your only meal dog food on stale break. It was hell, and you endured it for months, almost a whole year. Negan would occasionally come into your cell to try and talk you into joining the Saviors. He tried provoking you by bringing you into a very cozy room, offering it to you as long as you became his personal soldier, devoted to providing for him, and protecting him, but every time you refused, and every time after that you and Lucille would have a “reunion” as Negan would call it. After 7 months and 26 days of torment, you submitted to Negan, you obeyed his wish of being his solider, his personal grunt, now becoming one of his good little boys. Now that had called for a reward, and he had done so by giving you fresh clothes, the smell of detergent strange considering how long people had been going without it. He had given you your own room, it was not that much bigger than the cell, but it was so nice, and cozy too. Before everything could sink in, Negan knocked on your door and barged in, smirking at you as he hung Lucille over his shoulder-

”Heyyyy there! I just wanted to come see how you were enjoin’ the place. You haven’t had any problems getting comfortable, right? There anything you need, anything you don’t have enough of?”

-He said, playing a nice act, but it was all fake, and he didn’t even try to hide it, cause every word in his kind tone had a hint of a threat in it. He wanted to see if you’d keep your word and be loyal, with no thoughts of betrayal in your mind.-