Chapter 10
The steel elevator slid open onto the top floor of the NEGA Industries penthouse. Miles stepped out with his gun drawn, breath locked in his lungs. The air was heavy with the scent of something expensive and wrong — like blood perfumed with roses.
Vanessa was here.
He could feel her.
And so was he.
Negan.
Miles passed walls of glass, flickering monitors, and a large dining room table set for two — the remains of a romantic dinner disturbed only by a single wine glass smeared with lipstick.
The silence was unbearable.
Then—
"Looking for me?"
Negan's voice, cold and amused.
Miles turned fast.
Negan stood in the doorway, shirt unbuttoned, chest smeared with scratch marks and kisses. He smiled like he was inviting Miles to a tea party in hell.
"You sick bastard," Miles growled. "Where is she?"
Negan tilted his head. "You mean Vanessa?" He smirked. "She's resting. You wore her out."
Miles lunged, the gun raised.
But Negan was faster than expected—he slammed Miles into the wall, disarmed him, twisted his wrist until something popped.
"I've waited a long time for this," Negan breathed against his cheek. "You always thought you were better. Cleaner. Her hero."
He slammed Miles to the floor, straddling him.
"She's not yours," he hissed. "She was never yours."
Blood poured from Miles' mouth.
But his voice was steady.
"She's not yours either."
Negan froze.
That one sentence hit like a bullet.
Because deep down… he knew.
She would never belong to anyone.
Not even him.
2. Camille — Blood and a Hairpin
Camille's wrist bled where she had twisted the cuff tight, over and over, until the skin tore.
She'd seen enough. Heard enough. She knew what Negan was. What she had helped create.
Her fingernails scraped the floor until she found it—a silver pin. From her hair. From when she was still playing the role of glamorous traitor.
Now, she was just desperate.
Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the pin, picking the lock on the cuff, gag soaking her own spit.
A click.
One hand free.
She didn't waste a second.
She ripped the gag out of her mouth and ran—barefoot, bleeding, wild.
Alarms blared.
She didn't care.
If she was going to die, she'd die running.
Or better—kill him first.
3. Vanessa — Becoming the Monster
She lay naked in Negan's bed, staring at the mirrored ceiling. Her body still trembled from what he did—what she let him do.
But her mind was sharper now. Clear.
He thought she was broken.
She wasn't.
She was evolving.
She touched her lips, still swollen from his kiss. Her thighs, still slick from what he'd made her feel.
"You want me to be yours," she whispered aloud to herself. "But I'll make you mine."
He loved control. Needed to dominate.
So what if she gave him everything—only to take it all back?
It wouldn't be revenge. It would be justice in lace and lipstick.
She stood, slid on his shirt, nothing else.
And went to find him.
4. Miles and Negan — The Gun Between Them
Miles coughed up blood as Negan pressed a boot to his chest.
"You came here to save her," Negan mocked. "How noble. How predictable."
"You love her," Miles croaked. "But you don't understand her."
Negan laughed. "And you do?"
"I know she's smarter than both of us combined."
That made Negan pause.
The hallway lights flickered.
Vanessa appeared behind them—barefoot, shirt open to the swell of her breasts, eyes glowing with something feral.
"Miles," she said softly.
He looked at her—shocked.
She looked… not like a victim.
But like a woman in control.
"Baby—what did he do to you?" he asked, still on the ground.
Vanessa moved to Negan's side, touching his arm.
And smiled.
"I let him," she said.
Negan turned slowly to look at her, aroused and surprised.
Miles' eyes widened. "Vanessa…"
She turned to Negan, brushing her fingers over his chest.
"Would you hurt him… for me?" she whispered.
Negan's jaw flexed.
She was playing him.
And it was working.
5. Camille — The Knife and the Decision
Camille grabbed the knife from the kitchen.
The alarms kept ringing.
The guards were coming.
She didn't care.
She found the hallway leading to the master bedroom—heard Vanessa's voice.
She gripped the knife harder.
If she could get to Negan first…
She turned the corner—
And froze.
Vanessa was kissing him.
Passionately.
Deeply.
As if nothing had happened.
Camille let out a sound—small, animal.
Vanessa's eyes flicked up and saw her.
And in that moment, she understood.
Vanessa wasn't lost.
She was playing a longer, darker game.
Camille backed away, heart pounding.
She would wait.
And when the trap was set—
She'd spring it.
6. Vanessa — Taming the Devil
Negan carried her back to bed like a gift.
She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her hips against his.
"You've never been with anyone like me," he said.
"No," she whispered, biting his lip. "But I will be the last you ever have."
He growled, flipping her onto her stomach, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark.
She cried out—part pain, part heat.
"You like that?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I want you to destroy me."
He did.
And in the chaos, the moans, the choking, the bite marks that turned red into purple—Vanessa memorized every weakness he revealed.
She would turn them into weapons.
She would wear her chains like pearls.
And when the time came—
She'd rip his world apart from the inside.