[ Beth hadn't argued when Negan decided he was going to be taking her with him, as though she was a product he could pick off a shelf of a grocery store and take home to use. She hadn't struggled as one of Negan's men manhandled her to one of their cars. She hadn't yelled to be let go, hadn't cried about what was happening. She was silent, mostly because she knew if she kicked up a fuss, the punishment would be killing someone she loved. That was how Negan liked to do things.
And Beth had a plan. This was her opportunity to kill him. She'd never wanted to kill anyone more in her life after watching him take Glenn from Maggie, then to walk around the house Rick called home, holding his daughter in his disgusting arms. Negan was ruining what good there was left in the world, poisoning people into supporting him. And she knew he wouldn't suspect a thing about her intentions - she looked so frail, so innocent to someone like Negan. He wouldn't see it coming at all...
And he hadn't. She'd allowed him to kiss her, to take off her shirt, leaving her in a pair of jean shorts (he liked her legs, apparently) and a bra - and when he least expected it, she attacked with a knife she'd snuck in the room with her. She'd stabbed him in his dick first, then in his head. She watched him bleed out until she was sure he was dead.
Blood. So much blood and she could distantly hear gun shots, but it doesn't occur to her it could be anyone coming to her rescue until someone's trying to pry the knife out of her hands. The shock of so much blood had stunned her into being unable to move, but Rick's voice pulls her out of her trance, releasing the knife to him. ]
I had to, Rick. [ She's shaking with adrenaline. ] After everything he did to us... [ After everything he'd continue to do. It was never going to stop unless someone did something. ] He needed to die.
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And Beth had a plan. This was her opportunity to kill him. She'd never wanted to kill anyone more in her life after watching him take Glenn from Maggie, then to walk around the house Rick called home, holding his daughter in his disgusting arms. Negan was ruining what good there was left in the world, poisoning people into supporting him. And she knew he wouldn't suspect a thing about her intentions - she looked so frail, so innocent to someone like Negan. He wouldn't see it coming at all...
And he hadn't. She'd allowed him to kiss her, to take off her shirt, leaving her in a pair of jean shorts (he liked her legs, apparently) and a bra - and when he least expected it, she attacked with a knife she'd snuck in the room with her. She'd stabbed him in his dick first, then in his head. She watched him bleed out until she was sure he was dead.
Blood. So much blood and she could distantly hear gun shots, but it doesn't occur to her it could be anyone coming to her rescue until someone's trying to pry the knife out of her hands. The shock of so much blood had stunned her into being unable to move, but Rick's voice pulls her out of her trance, releasing the knife to him. ]
I had to, Rick. [ She's shaking with adrenaline. ] After everything he did to us... [ After everything he'd continue to do. It was never going to stop unless someone did something. ] He needed to die.