WA - Washington DC - 'The Sanctuary' - Wives' Room

[Hollywood Heidi]

Washington DC - 'The Sanctuary' - Wives' Room

The wives' room inside of The Saviors' camp named 'The Sanctuary', located in Washington DC.

[DarkSideCookie]

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DAY 302

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*** Negan and Santana enter from Sanctuary - Public Area ***

Their new guest might get an idea what the ladies were for, once Negan had opened the door in front of them and stepped inside like a real chauvinist. Some of them seemed to not bother his unexpected visit at all while still others looked pretty much frightened. The latter were those yet get called new arrivals in his harem.

In passing Negan addressed himself to one of particular those, gently stroking the young woman's, actually not that much older than Santana, cheek, while giving her a smile. He might not have been their first choice, so to speak, but none of them could complain to get mistreated. No, Negan was not that sort of a man; not under any circumstances. Every one of these ladies had given him a yes and their word to love him. That was at least from his contorted point of view.

"You can stay here for a bit, have some woman-to-woman talk or whatever.", Negan eventually turned his attention back to the girl still standing in the door sill and watching a king wallowing in his riches; literally. "You are free to go wherever you want.", he added with his arms spread and a mischievous grin on his lips. "Just don't do anything stupid." For example sneaking around and search for Papi.

With another grin and his gloved hand got laid on the girl's shoulder for one little moment, Negan walked past her without giving her a chance to respond to his advice or to ask any questions in general. And as chauvinistic as he had entered as did he make his exit.

There definitely will be some interesting times ahead of them.


***Negan exits to his room***

[Lady Lee-o]

Santana Lopez

- tempplay by Lady Lee-o -

Santana was seriously freaked out by this guy, he unsettled her and it got worse when the women started to fall into line. Some of them looked scared, others looked unsure, only a few seemed to be okay with it. It was obvious these women were his 'wives', it was sick. These women were here out of fear, some were just better at pretending.

"You can stay here for a bit, have some woman-to-woman talk or whatever." Or whatever, she had no idea what to say to these women. She nodded her head but said nothing, just glad he was going to leave. She didn't want anymore tour, "You are free to go wherever you want. Just don't do anything stupid." Which meant don't go snooping around and getting into trouble. She didn't plan on getting into trouble, she knew this guys type.

The hand on her shoulder made her stiffen instantly, she didn't like to be touched. She didn't want him to touch her...

When he was gone she was able to breathe and she found an empty chair. It was time to learn about this Negan.

[DarkSideCookie]

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Several days later...

DAY 307

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With the time going by the new guests seemed to have settled in, or more precisely had to. Anyways, it was on time to upgrade one of them. While Santana practiced herself in soft-pedaling, Javier had been doing well as a captive. But that was not the position Negan saw this man. And so it had come the day when he got his first chance to prove that he was ready for a promotion. Step by step of course.

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[Ariel]

In the midst of a world stricken with devastation and turmoil, Hazel had it made. Clean clothes to wear everyday, a secure roof to lay her head under. Provided for and protected from the threat of the undead that had overthrown human civilization, she should he happy, grateful even. However, the price she had to pay to obtain this opportunity that had fallen into her lap had cost her everything she had left to live for. But Hazel was here, decked out in the sleekest little black dress and heels as she was accompanied by a handful of other women who were in the same boat as her. They were the wives of Negan, and they all had made the same choice, to survive. But what was point of living if your life didn’t belong to you anymore?

The quiet room of women was abrupted by the entrance of two guards, who in each hand tightly gripped the arms of a young girl named Becca. As they forcefully released her, Becca landed on her hands and knees right before Hazel and the rest of the women. Hazel didn’t move a muscle towards Becca, as she was smart enough not to get involved in what Becca had done. Hazel was still one of the newer wives, though she had seen a hell of a lot these past few weeks and had an idea of what was to come. On of the wives shot upwards and ran over to tend to Becca. Tina was her name, as Hazel could recall. Tina acted as a den mother amongst the girls, and she tried her hardest to protect them. But she couldn’t protect them from the severe consequences that came with breaking Negan’s rules, or worse, threatening Negan’s life. Which is what Becca had exactly done. Hazel had heard Becca gawking rebellious nonsense ever since she had arrived, how she would poison Negan’s lunch someday. And  even though she restricted her reaction to the emotional commotion at hand, Hazel gave Becca props for having the guts to even attempt to follow through. It was just a shame that it didn’t succeed. Yelling ensued between the guards and Tina as she picked Becca up in her emotional state and placed her in the nearest chair. Looking at Becca, Hazel knew there were consequences to come. And every time she thought about Negan and consequences, Hazel was reminded of the punishment that led to the gory demise of her friend who got to meet Lucille. Over and over.

God damn, I need a drink, Hazel removed herself from the situation as she walked over to the booze counter near the window. Unscrewing the top of the whiskey bottle, she poured the liquid courage into a glass. Hazel had a feeling Negan would be here sooner than later, and she would need all the help she could get to be able to look at him in the eye and forget about the gruesome scene that had landed her here in the first place. 

[DarkSideCookie]

*** Negan enters from Sanctuary - Outside ***


With a casual swing, Negan walked through the open door leading into the wives' room. His features somewhat hardened for a moment when Becca came into his view. She lapsed into silence immediately, though fought to hold her gaze against him. Seemed this wasn't his lucky week. But just as the wild kid could wait for her punishment, this unruly wife could as well.

And so, after given the two guards a bossy hand gesture so that they would leave him and his ladies to their private, Negan turned his attention away from her, not without a quick glare towards Tina at that, and instead searched for someone else. His lips curled into a delightful smile, once he spotted his freshly made wife. Hazel. She really was a most notable beauty.

Negan accompanied her at the booze counter. He gave her an intent look, one that couldn't, in fact, contain more self-assurance, before unscrewing the whiskey bottle right next to her and pouring another round of its content into Hazel's glass. While serving himself with some booze as well, Negan's eyes turned up at her again. "I don't remember we had a toast to our wedding yet, dear wife. Here's to make up for that." And yet again a wave of amusement flashed over his face, forming deep dimples on his cheeks, as he raised his glass towards hers. "Cheers."

[Ariel]

The room fell dangerously silent as the door was casually pushed open. The clanking of boots strolling along the floor cut the tension filled air as the distressed attention of the women fell to their much expected visitor. Negan had arrived. Taking another sip of her now half empty glass of alcohol, Hazel's eyes glanced from the side of the cup as she watched Negan eyeing Becca distastefully. Bypassing the new found traitor, Negan was heading in Hazel's direction. The moment she saw him set his course in her way, she nervously snapped her gaze downward to the cup that was now resting between her two hands on the counter.

"I don't remember we had a toast to our wedding yet, dear wife. Here's to make up for that."


Hazel took her time to peer upward in Negan's direction as he voluntarily topped off her drink with some more liquid before pouring himself a glass.

"Cheers."

Negan raised his glass in a toast like manner toward her direction before taking a sip of his own drink. Yet Hazel remained silent. Her stone cold complexion looked up at Negan to bare witness that infamous smug grin spread across his face. The same grin he gave her after shoving his barbed wire bat in her face, caked with the brains of her deceased friend. "Look at my dirty girl!" The unwelcomed flashbacks made Hazel tremble slightly as she raised the glass to her lips for what might have looked like to Negan a reciprocation to his toast, but really it was another attempt to drown out the traumatic noise.

[DarkSideCookie]

Negan couldn't help eying her with intenseness, while she raised the glass to her lips as well. Of course, hadn't her stone cold expression slipped his mind, just as nothing did upon his wifes' faces. But they did everything to please him after all. And was he compelling them to do so? No. Not from out of his point of view at least. They did because they have decided that they want to live this higher standard. That was at least one reason among others. Others that might have something to do with bashing their ex-boyfriend's heads...

"My dear.", Negan suddenly broke the silence between them and gently raised her chin with his free hand, so that she had to look him directly into his eyes. "We just got married, didn't we? Then I wonder why you're looking at me like I would have forced you into something you don't want." He gave Hazel a look that was showing surprise indeed, not obvious if for yet another mocking or actually for real, even though the latter might mean that he would be even crazier than people thought him to be. But the truth was, he wasn't crazy at all. He was just realistic, that was all.

[Ariel]

"My dear."

Hazel jumped in her skin as her thudding heart squeezed painfully in her chest at the words from Negan's lips being directed to her. She winced slightly as his unwelcomed fingers invited themselves to perch under her porcelain chin, tilting her gaze upward to align with his. Why me? Hazel felt backed into the corner like innocent prey as the hungry wolf was ready to devour her alive.

"We just got married, didn't we? Then I wonder why you're looking at me like I would have forced you into something you don't want."


Hazel knew that her feelings towards the situation were more transparent than they should have been, especially around the boss himself. She knew that she would have to tread with caution from now on, for no one wanted to end up being the next Becca. Her complexion wandered downward for a brief moment as she made an attempt to pull her act together,"...It was my choice. I do want this,"  Her dark piercing eyes found their way back to Negan`s as her face softened into a warm grin, reaching her own hand up to cup the hand that rested under her chin, "I want to be with you, Negan." Hazel's words were coated with longing sincerity, though nothing more than an act to please the man that gave her a choice to survive the grave. Being with Negan, the grave didn't seem like such a bad choice after all.

[DarkSideCookie]

Negan watched her intently and with an inappropriate grin on his lips while waiting for a reaction from her.

"...It was my choice. I do want this," The grin grew some more, meeting up with hers and even though he knew it wasn't sincere, it had kind of a refreshing effect on him. "I want to be with you, Negan."

"Of course you do, my love.", Negan replied with a bittersweet smile, more bitter than sweet as for its origin, before inviting himself into just some more intimacy by sealing her insincere promise with a kiss. A kiss that could have been named lovely indeed, if one didn't know the two of them and the circumstances of their marriage.

Once their lips parted again, he whispered something into her ear. "I still owe you our bridal night, don't I? I really don't want to be looked upon as that kind of a husband who neglects his wife... not even one of them.", Negan added with a little smirk.

[Ariel]

"Of course you do, my love."

Hazel was unaware that she had forgotten how to breathe as she watched Negan's devilish smile begin to lean into her face. Her closed eyelids winced tightly as his stubbled lips pressed against hers, but there was no point in putting up a fight. Nothing could be done, and no one could help her. As the kiss lingered for a moment more, she began to soften as her body language slowly leaned inward. She hated this son of a bitch. Negan's twisted ways and perverted nature made her sick to the pit of her stomach. Yet...there was something about this man that was undeniably attractive. His charisma? Protective nature? Or was he just a skilled manipulator? Whatever it was, Hazel could not reject the fact that she was allured under this mad man's charm which she wanted him dead for.


"I still owe you our bridal night, don't I? I really don't want to be looked upon as that kind of a husband who neglects his wife... not even one of them."


Hazel's cheeks were still smitten with a tint of rose from the lip lock they shared. She saw this coming a mile away. Once again, nothing could be done. No one would hear her scream. And if she ran - well, she did not want to find out what sick torture she would have to endure. Hazel was here to play the game of life after all, the main objective was survival. "Then what keeps us waiting?" Hazel looked to her hand that raised to Negan's arm, gently grazing down his sleek leather jacket, "I'm all yours...husband." Her sweet eyes smized at him as her lips gave away a sultry smile of mischief. Hazel had officially hated who she had become.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Then what keeps us waiting?""I'm all yours...husband."

A grin formed around his lips, as his newest wife suddenly linked arms with him. Now, finally, she relaxed a little. Negan didn't like to see his wives being unhappy or even afraid of him. They should know him well enough to know that he never would mistreat one of them. By all available means was he protecting what belonged to him.

"Happy to hear that.", Negan purred back at her, then turned around to search for Tina, who seemed to have made it her task to soothe Becca, the unruly wife of the day. Once their eyes met, a commanding look was enough to have her drawing her attention away from Becca and instead walking up towards him. Tina was the only of Negan's wife who had the guts to meet him with equality. An attitude he actually esteemed.

"Take her to my room sometime later.", he bid her, before, with a brief look towards Hazel at his side, adding with a grin: "But not before at least a good two hours."

"Becca didn't..."

"Do it.", Negan hushed her in a harsher tone. Esteeming her guts didn't mean to appreciate objections. He was the one deciding Becca's fate, none other.

With a nod, yet not without showing the disagreement bluntly upon her face, Tina branched off to let them be, sending one last look of empathy towards Haze before wordlessly turning back to Becca.

"Now I'm all yours, love.", Negan addressed the young woman at his side again, already heading for the door that was leading to the public area and lastly to his private room.


***Negan and Hazel exit to Public Area***

[DarkSideCookie]

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Day 308

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Day 330

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