Ashley had been called to Neegan's room once again, her body shaking slightly with each step. She could hardly believe that this man was human; the way he tortured her. If she didn't have a husband and baby depending on her she would have killed herself by now.  She couldn't let it happen; she couldn't risk her life or anyone else's.

She knew the routine now; get naked, sit on the bed, and wait for Neegan to come into the room. The first time it was torture; every part of her body throbbed with pain. It wasn't until a week later, that he stopped taking pleasure out of torturing her. He was more interested in watching her squirm; he enjoyed seeing her in discomfort.
'How much longer till I can leave this hell hole, God? I'll die if he keeps this up!'

Neegan entered, sitting down on the bed.
"Maybe tonight you'll give in, princess. "
Her head snapped toward him, eyes full of anger; she would show him.
He chuckled and started massaging her shoulders. He pressed her onto the bed, getting a bottle of oil out.
"Thought we could spice things up...you seem tired lately." He smiled at her.
She glared at him. She hated how he seemed to delight in inflicting the pain she felt during these sessions.
"Touch me again and I'll kill you!" she spat.
His grip on her hair became tight, making her wince under his grasp.
"Do as I say!" He yelled.
She nodded her head and closed her eyes.
Neegan continued to rub her muscles, knowing her body would respond eventually. He rubbed her skin gently; loving the way her muscles twitched at his touch.
"Open your eyes, princess."
She obeyed his command; she opened her eyes to watch as he cuffed her ankles. His hand was resting on her thigh, rubbing circles on her skin. She clenched her jaw in frustration. "Don't treat me like a piece of shit just because I'm a woman!"
His grip on her tightened as his eyes glistened menacingly. "You don't talk to me like that, whore! You'll be a bleeding mess before I'm done with you."  He growled at her. "Now close your eyes and relax." He commanded.
A minute passed by and she realized she was in trouble.
He was holding a knife to her neck while his eyes glittered with hatred. "Just do as I ask, whore." He hissed.
"I said shut up!" She hissed back.
"Shut up!" He roared, pressing harder onto the skin.
"Fuck you!" She screamed back. "You'll never break me! "
He smirked and raised the knife higher. "If you don't listen to me now then next time, I won't hold back." He laughed darkly.
His face suddenly turned sadistic.  "What's wrong, princess? Afraid? I know you're a fighter...I don't want to kill you...you're too pretty for that, but you're gonna pay for saying those words to me!" He chuckled darkly and ran his fingers along her collarbone, lightly tracing the marks that were already forming. Her heart raced at his touch and he smirked in satisfaction.
Ashley's heart raced with fear as Neegan's words cut through her like knives. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he whispered menacingly in her ear.

"You're such a pretty little thing; making Daddy so hard...Open your mouth."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to hold back the sobs, feeling violated and helpless. The air was thick with an unsettling tension, and she struggled to keep her composure.

"Just a few sucks... a couple good ones...."

The zipper sound filled the room, causing her eyes to widen in terror. She wanted to shut her eyes, to escape from this nightmare, but his grip on her chin forced her to look at him. He leaned in closer, his lips rough against hers.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart..." he muttered, his tone demanding. "Open your beautiful lips and...please me."

Ashley whimpered softly, her whole body trembling as she complied, her mind numb with fear and revulsion. She forced herself to keep going, to endure the torment until it was over.

As soon as he left the room, Ashley staggered into the bathroom, overwhelmed by a wave of nausea. She vomited in the toilet, her body shaking. She struggled to compose herself, trying to make sense of the nightmare she had just endured.

"This can't be real...," she whispered to herself, her reflection in the mirror looking back at her, a ghostly image of fear and despair. He was breaking her slowly, and it was killing her.

With trembling hands, she dressed herself slowly, her mind reeling with disbelief and horror. Neegan's chilling words echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the danger she was in.
"All my girls break eventually...."
She had to get out of there. She needed some fresh air or she'd go insane. With shaking knees, she made her way to the door. She went to the women's quarters, finding Bethany.
"Bethany, please help me..." she pleaded.
"Come here, Ash...it's over...." she told her friend comfortingly.
Ashley collapsed onto her bed. Her hands grasped Bethany's arms tightly.
"Oh, Bethany, what am I going to do?"
*******
Colby stared blankly at the wall; tears streamed down his cheeks. He couldn't even cry anymore. He didn't know what was happening to Ashley but knew something was wrong.  He wanted to call her name, but couldn't. She was his wife! But now she was in the clutches of a monster. His little sister and his baby girl were behind bars. It was only through meticulous planning that he, Shane, and Zach would be able to rescue them. But every day their family was in danger.