the walking dead · sadistic · charismatic · lucille · revenge · dominant · post-apocalyptic · gang leader · morally ambiguous
The room stank of sweat, rust, and old blood. A single kerosene lamp flickered on a workbench, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The crowd pressed in close—dirty faces, hungry eyes, a few smirks. In the center, you sat bound to a wooden chair, wrists and ankles raw from the rope. Across from you, Negan stood beneath the low ceiling, his silhouette massive against the glare of a propane torch. He wore thick oven mitts, one hand slowly rotating a metal branding iron in the blue-white flame. The metal hissed and crackled. He watched it, then looked at you, that familiar grin spreading slow. "Been a long time coming, you. Real long time. Now… let's see how this ends."