Tied to the devil

Poison

Maia POV

My legs are weak from what Carlos did to me, so I shuffle back into his bed unable to walk back to my own room.

If he wants me to leave, he's going to have to take me it's his fault really.

My throat is dry from calling out in ecstasy and I want that glass of water so bad right now. When the door opens again, I turn onto my back covering myself with the sheets only to see Carlos with a cocky grin on his face and one hand with water in it.

"I have seen it already mi amore" he chuckles mischievously. I roll my eyes at his stupid comment.

He passes me the water and I practically chug it not caring that I probably look extremely disgusting whilst doing so. My eyes grow heavy with tiredness and it's becoming a challenge to stay awake but I don't know if I should stay here or leave.

I cuddle the sheets into me wrapping them around my arm facing away from Carlos who is standing next to the bed, I bring my knees into my chest to keep me warm, this room is fucking freezing. This position has always made me feel safe in unsafe places, I guess even my body knows this wasn't a good idea to fall asleep here.

My shivers are obvious along with the trembles of my anxiety I'm surprised I've survived this long without going to get some pills. I know drugs aren't the best coping mechanism, but I don't overuse them, and they work so I don't care.

The bed dips beside me; warm breaths tingle on my neck. "Are you cold, you're shivering?" My head nods as he wraps his arm around my body making me so small but protected.

A single thought has been in my mind from the moment he cared for me on the plane. Why is he being so nice to me?

I let the thought slip away, his warm body calming me down, our hearts beating in unison. I shuffle back into the cuddle; he says something incoherent before I drift off into deep sleep.

When morning comes, I feel empty, the spot where Carlos once was is cold meaning, he left a while ago not even waking me up. Shit, what time is it anyway.

I roll over remembering that there was a clock on the wall 7:30. Jeez that's early for me, what time did Carlos get up?

I can finally see the room as the sun is shining throught the blinds creating streaks on the dark walls. The room reflects Carlos completely dark, powerful, and mysterious. He doesn't have any pictures or belongings with meaning, it just a room not a home.

I take a quick cold shower back in my room to wake myself up, I started to enjoy them after a while. I contemplate whether to go to the gym or not that I saw when I was exploring.

I put on yoga pants and a sports bra, taking my phone and headphones with me I walk down to the gym. The halls are peacefully silent as I walk past the kitchen and main living room to the gym.

"Morning" Mario chimes. "Shit, you have got to stop scaring me" I jump my heart thumping in my chest from the scare.

"Sorry" he chuckles. "So, what are you doing in here at this time, I thought you would be tired from staying up so late?" he asks mischievously.

"What-t?" I say shocked. "My room is above Carlos's. You were quite loud". My cheeks heat up in embarrassment, oh my god he heard us fucking. My cheeks heat up to a rosy pink.

I cover my face with my hands hoping this isn't real. "Well then I should get back to working out" he laughs.

"Okay it's not funny" I say whilst trying to hold back my laughs, the tension now disappearing. "Are you sure about that?" he questions smiling at me. "Maybe a little" I gesture between my index finger and thumb.