Tied to the devil

Fair not evil

Maia POV

He grabs my wrist dragging me inside. I stumble over my feet at the pace. He is so pissed.

The silence is killing me, why won't he say anything?

We go down a corridor I haven't seen before with a black door at the. "Let me go! You are hurting me" I hiss annoyed at his dramatics.

To be fair I did just kill his father.

Actually, I am fucking mad at him for selling me to his father. How dare he.

I struggle in his grip wanting to get away from furious Carlos, he is never nice when he is in this mood. He yanks me into the room that is tiled grey on all walls and a bench in the middle of the room.

What the hell is this?

"Sit" he demands, I can tell he is holding back from hurting me. "Wh-what is this?" I mumble nervously, I already know he is going to punish me for everything I did.

"This Maia is the least you deserve, now tell me why you are being punished" he spits at me his face showing his anger. "I killed Giuseppe" I say confidently knowing it was one of my best decisions I have ever made, nevermind the consequences Carlos will give me.

"And" he ushers for me to continue with my wrong doings. "I swore at you" I mutter not thinking that would be a big deal, like he swears all the time.

Hypocrite.

"How many times?" he pesters. "Twice" I whisper bowing my head low, so I don't have to look at him anymore. "What else have you done?" Is this a fucking interrogation or something?

"I- don't know" I say telling the truth. "Let me remind you, I specifically told you not to fuck up the meeting and just shut your fucking mouth for the meal and what do you go and do?" he pauses making me anxious that my leg starts bouncing up and down in anticipation.

"You decided that is was a perfect time to make a speech about women's rights, you could've at least waited till after so we could kill them all. You ruined everything today and showed me up in front of my men so what punishment do you think you deserve for all your wrong doings? He shouts anger seething inside of him.

"Huh?" he questions losing his patience and temper. "What are you going to do to me?" I whisper making him take a step closer his body towering over me. "I am going to make you scream and when you can't take any more you will beg on your knees for me to stop" he chuckles in amusement.

He yanks me up from the bench pushing my back against the cold wall making me hiss at the impact. I punch his chest and wriggle against his body, but he is stronger than me. He pulls my wrists to the side, then I hear chains rattle beside me.

"Carlos, no, please" I whimper tears rimming my eyes. I won't beg on my knees, I won't scream, he doesn't deserve my obedience. I have done nothing that wrong.

My wrists are restrained but the chain is loose so I can pull away from the wall; he grabs my chin pulling it up, so I am facing him, he just stands in silence staring at my face. "Beg or get hurt it's your choice" he says almost too calm.

"No"

He walks out of the room not responding to me at all. Sweat drips down my forehead as I wait anxiously for him to return. What is he going to do to me?

The door swings open again 5 minutes later; I scramble to the corner of the room. "You know attempting to get away is pointless" he sniggers in a low raspy tone. "Stand-up" he commands.