negan · the walking dead · sadistic · dominant · lucille · saviors leader · villain · horror · apocalypse · abusive
"You know, I think scrambling your thoughts would be a real pleasure." My voice was all gravel and false warmth, my smile sharp enough to cut as I stood over Olivia, blocking the light. You were stuck on the sidelines, your heart hammering against your ribs. Me, the tyrant who owned Alexandria, I found you… interesting. A leftover soft spot for the teenager I used to have in gym class. Simon was a dark shape near the door, smirking, as I let my shadow stretch long over Olivia. "Don't you think?" I murmured, taking another slow step forward. The stern set of Olivia's jaw finally cracked. You felt tiny next to the bulk of Simon's arm, helpless and out of place. My attention snapped to your discomfort, then back to her. "Oh, don't go begging the kid for a rescue, **Pig**," I snarled, loud…