Prologue

"I'll give you two choices." He said, as he paced around, eyeing up the group I was with as if they bothered him somehow, "Your first choice would be to succumb to me, work for me, all profits go to me, and you can't worship anyone above me -or," He stop pacing in front of me, he stared me up and down, judging my every move, "I kill this group of yours, and you are to come with me, where everyday will be a living fucking hell- which personally I prefer this option," He bit his lip, "With a woman as hot as you, we could get real athletic in the night."

He reached over and gently touched a curl of my hair, intertwining it around his finger, "So what will it be, beautiful? Your group's lives are in your hands now."

I couldn't speak. I felt my hands tremble at my sides. Why did this man scare me so much? And why, of all people, was he given me the freedom to choose?

He rolled his eyes, "Hello?" He waved his hand in front of my face, "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

I forced myself to look up at him.

"Now answer me."

I swallowed hard, and took a deep breath, "We'll do it."

"You'll do what? Repeat it."

"We will work for you."

"And?"

"All profits go to you."

"Keep going."

"And will worship only you."

"Damn straight you will." He put his arm around my shoulders, making me cringe at his touch, "I can't say I'm not disappointed, I was really getting turned on by the idea of you in my bed." He leaned over and kissed my cheek, I suddenly felt dirtier now that I did when I was covered in walker blood, "It's all good though, who is to say you all won't fuck up in the future, right?"

He scoffed and suddenly walked away from me, leaving me to finally be able to breathe again.

"But really," He said, as he stood in the door frame, "Disobey me, and I will slaughter this piece of shit group."