Chapter 9
She stood motionless in the center of Negan's penthouse, wrists cuffed behind her back, her breath shallow. The projected image of Camille—gagged, tear-streaked, broken—was now gone, leaving only Negan's presence and the silence that pressed in like a second skin.
He circled her slowly, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. His fingers grazed the bruises on her neck, his voice a whisper laced with cruel affection.
"Every time you fight me, Vanessa, you make me harder."
Her skin crawled, not from disgust—but from something darker. Her body betrayed her, nipples tightening against the thin silk of her dress, thighs clenched together. She hated the heat he sparked in her. Hated him for it. Hated herself for craving more.
"You're sick," she whispered.
"I'm yours," he corrected. "The only one who's ever seen all of you."
His hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. "Do you know what you looked like when you begged for Camille's life? Beautiful. Weak. Finally honest."
He kissed her. Hard. Deep. Dominant.
Her whimper was part pain, part desire.
She was drowning—and a part of her wanted to let go.
2. Flashback – Origin of the Obsession
Seven years earlier
She had forgotten him.
But he had never forgotten her.
Negan was just a guest lecturer then—quiet, brooding, magnetic. Vanessa had been twenty-two, still radiating hope, her voice bold as she challenged him during a psych seminar.
"You assume dominance is power," she'd said. "But what if surrender is?"
He had smiled then—not kindly. He had followed her with his eyes long after class ended.
He'd memorized her routines, her smile, her scent.
When he returned years later—richer, more powerful, more broken—he found her again.
He didn't believe in fate. But he believed in claiming.
3. Camille – Regret in Restraints
Camille's arms ached in the tight binds. Her jaw throbbed from the gag. Her tears had dried into tracks of salt.
She had made a terrible mistake.
She thought she'd played matchmaker. But Negan had played her—used her like a pawn.
The monitors flickered on again. Camille saw Vanessa cuffed and kissing him.
"No," she sobbed, shaking her head.
Not Vanessa. Not her.
She screamed into the gag, thrashing, pleading. Not just for herself—but for the woman she had helped destroy.
4. Vanessa – The Seduction of Submission
Negan undid her dress with slow precision. The fabric slid from her skin like a secret.
She stood bare before him—cuffed, vulnerable, furious.
"You think I want this?" she said, voice trembling.
"I don't care what you think," he murmured, stepping behind her, letting his breath fan across her shoulder. "I only care what your body tells me."
His hand slid down her spine, between her thighs.
She gasped.
"I hate you," she whispered.
"I love that," he replied, pushing two fingers inside her.
Her knees buckled.
"I hate myself more."
5. Miles – Location Found
Back at his laptop, Miles broke the final firewall.
Negan's surveillance had a flaw. A location ping buried under layers of encryption.
Vanessa. Tracked.
His heart pounded as he traced the signal to a private penthouse registered under a shell corporation—NEGA INDUSTRIES.
He didn't hesitate.
He grabbed his gun.
He was done watching.
6. The Game Turns
Vanessa lay on the bed—bound, pulsing, breathless.
Negan was everywhere. On her. In her.
He took her slowly, powerfully, like he was carving his name into her soul.
She cried out—not in pain, but in surrender.
He leaned down, mouth at her ear. "You're almost there."
"Where?" she moaned.
"Where there's nothing left but me."
Tears streaked her face as climax crashed over her like a tidal wave.
He kissed her forehead, cruelly tender. "You're mine now."
She didn't argue.
She couldn't.
7. Camille – The Final Plea
Camille's monitor switched feeds again—Vanessa, shuddering, cuffed, crying in silence.
"No," she mouthed.
"I'll fix it," she whispered through the gag, voice raw with blood and regret.
She didn't know how.
But she had to.
Even if it killed her.
8. Vanessa – Aftermath
He uncuffed her and held her.
She didn't push him away.
She hated the part of her that craved this darkness, this belonging.
But she couldn't deny it anymore.
Negan pressed a kiss to her lips. "You'll come back to me. Again. And again."
And she knew he was right.
Even as she planned his destruction.