Author's Note: This is an alternate fanfic ending to Season 7, Episode 8 of the walking dead. Just exploring the idea of Mistress Arat claiming and punishing Slave Rosita. Enjoy.

The shot that killed Olivia was still echoing while she listened to Rick yelling and Negan's condescending lecture about doing Rick and Alexandria favors. The shock of Spencer's brutal, senseless death at the hands of that smirking, bat wielding creep still held her down as much as the evil murderous cunt Arat. Why didn't she listen to Eugene, he tried to warn her about this; but she mocked and bullied him into making that bullet for her, the bullet now buried in Negan's bat.

She tried to stand as Negan ordered Arat to pick her next target, but Arat's boot pressed her firmly down. She heard Eugene's semi-blubbering confession and Negan getting in the former science teacher's face to call a possible bluff. She didn't hear what Eugene said, but it convinced Negan, and he turned his back to Eugene, was he actually praying to that stupid fucking bat? What a weirdo! Then the sobering thought hit that poor hapless, Eugene might die, just because she mocked him and used his obvious lust for her to manipulate him.

Then Negan seems to make a choice "I'm taking your bullet maker, Rick." Arat speaks up and says "We should take this one to, she's the one who started this trouble. And to make an example of her, she should go back to The Sanctuary with no clothes on!" No, crazy bitch, she can't!

I hear the smirk in that insufferable psychopath's voice as he says, "I like how you think darlin, get her trussed and ready to go."

Rick tries to angrily interject and Negan points his bat at Rick "Rick, your fucking cyclops son shot two of my men, and I not only brought him back safe, I fed him spaghetti. I took care of the crazy little fucker. Then Miss Hispanic Hottie tries to shoot me and hits Lucille, and I find you still got guns when you swore you didn't have any, and your own bullet maker! That's just the tip of the iceberg, Rick! Your people are mine now, you have no say in whom of them I take." Rick, seethed, glaring murder, but remained wisely silent.

Then she hears the smile in Crazy Man's voice "Besides, Rick, me taking care of all of your troublemakers", He nodded at the already captured Darryl, Then Eugene, then her, then Spencer's gutted body, "Makes it easier for you to run things n get me my tribute." Another murderous glare from the former Sheriff's Deputy, but he bites off a retort.

Her ruminations are cut off by Arat roughly rolling her on her stomach. She trys to struggle, but she feels her right arm jerked up, and her wrist torqued painfully to the side. Arat says "Listen carefully, little olive skinned cutie pie, it only takes a few ounces of torque to break this pretty little wrist, so you're going to do exactly what I say, or only have one usable arm, got it? Say yes, Mistress Arat, if you do."

Rosita ground out "Yes..." she felt the sharp warning torque on her wrist "...Mistress Arat." The hateful Saviour bitches voice sounded cheery as she said "There's my good little girl. Now my pretty little ramera, go limp and passive, wait for further instructions." Rosita tried to relax, go limp and wait for her new Mistress's instructions.

"Put, your left hand behind your back." Rosita complied. "Good, stop, wait for further instructions." She felt a tight bite looping around her right wrist that she was sure was a plastic zipcuff. Arat instructed her almost gently, "I'm going to bring your right hand down, when you feel it touch your back, turn your left hand, palm facing inward and wait for further instructions.I can still break your wrist real easy, baby dolly." Rosita hated herself for being so passive, but she obeyed "Mistress Arat".

Once she felt her wrist touch her back, Arat said "Good, now help me pull your right hand through the other cuff." Rosita relaxed and helped Arat guide her left hand through the other cuff. "Place your hands palm to palm, slut." When Rosita did as she was told she felt the bite of the other cuff on her left wrist. Arat patted her butt and said "Good girl."

Then Negan yelled "Hey, Arat, need some help getting her clothes off, we don't have all fucking day!" Arat said "If I could get a couple of boys to help me slice off her drawers while I cut off her top, that'd be great." Rosita sensed more then saw the two men likely signaled by Negan sling their rifles and move forward with their knives, deftly slicing off her trousers and underwear.

She felt their hungry gazes on her naked, cute brown butt, and hoped Negan's policy of not letting his men take a woman without her consent held. Then she wondered if he allowed the loophole of women taking women without their consent, it would be just like the smart ass, legalistic prick. She found herself hoping Arat was just a sadist and not a lesbo...

Arat sliced off her sleeves and tossed them aside. Then she cut Rosita's shirt off top to bottom, and cut her bra strap. She again sounded almost gentle when she said help me raise you up, girl." She braced and managed to get her upper half up a few inches so Arat could dispose of her shirt and bra remains. When Arat pushed her back down to the pavement, her naked nipples stung from the burning hot pavement. Ouch, aaah! But she couldn't move up because Arat was pinning the back of her neck down with her impressive female strength.

She felt one of the men wrap a belt around her waist, then tie her hands off to it, further constraining her. Negan yelled "Get her up, let Alexandria take a look at what happens when you mess with me or my Lucille!" Arat and an unknown to her male Saviour dragged her to her feet.

He didn't order them to move at once, letting both his people and the Alexandrians see the price of defiance. Rick and Darryl averted their eyes from her while they stared at Negan with murderous intent. Eugene, cast one brief, shame filled glance at her before he averted his eyes, fighting back sobs. She wanted to hate the big goof, but right now she could only hate herself for dragging him into it with her. Carl stared a little longer, then averted his gaze as well, reddening a little. She supposed it was hard for a boy his gaze to look away from a naked young female, whatever the situation.

Of course, Negan and most of the male Saviours openly leered at her. She felt, small, weak, exposed and ashamed. And all she'd accomplished was wasting Eugene's bullet on Negan's stupid bat, Lucille. The shame burned more then the savage cuts Arat put on her right cheek, trying to make her give up the bullet maker.

Her reverie was broken by Arat plopping her ball cap back on her head. "You look cute in this sweetie, I think it's one accessory of yours we'll keep." Negan gave the order to move out, and she felt mildly grateful they'd left her boots on, as well as for her ball cap. Her footwear protected her from the hot pavement that burnt her nipples; her ball cap gave her a little shade from the blazing sun. Arat marched her to the Saviour's trucks still torquing her right wrist slightly to gain compliance.

Any gratitude she felt ended when they got to the vehicles. She'd hoped to be allowed to ride with Darryl or Eugene; Maybe both, even though it was humiliating to have the two men see her like this. Negan deliberately, she was certain, split them up into different trucks, keeping the former members of "Team Rick" separated unless it served his purposes to have them together.

A male Saviour helped Arat boost her into a truck, copping a quick feel of her boobs, Arat came up behind her and forced her to sit on the trucks metal bench, hard pointing her wrists to a convenient metal protusion of the truck with another ziptie. She was locked firmly in place. She struggled to keep her head up and remain stoic, though now she felt stupid being a tied up naked chick with a stupid ball cap on her head.

Then Arat sat down to her right and started gently running her knife over both Rosita's naked breasts, down her navel to her pubic thatch, then back up again. The same knife that left the now stinging cut on Rosita's cheek. She tried to stay calm, but was sure her quickening breathing betrayed her.

Arat seemed bemused as she murmered, more to herself than Rosita, "Mistress Arat...I like the sound of that." The new Hispanic slave shuddered as her Mistress punctuated her words by resting the cold steel of her blade right under her left nipple, in an obvious threat...