Tied to the devil

Happiness⚠️

⚠️Please if you get triggered easily skip to the part where it starts the italics or Carlos POV I have warned everyone in advance⚠️

Maia POV

I'm married.

I'm married to a person I don't love, a person who hunted me down my entire life, a person who wants to control me.

Who does control me.

It was selfish. I know it was selfish for not wanting to be in pain, to be tortured into submission. I just couldn't handle that sort of pain again.

"Finally, you are my beautiful wife" her mummers a sadistic smile curving on the corners of his mouth. I curl up into a ball using my body for protecting my nails digging sharply into my legs, so much so it hurts.

"I want to hear you say it" he coos, taking steps closer to the bed. I shuffle back as far as the chains will allow. I don't allow myself to cry and fall apart in front of him. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of knowing I am already broken.

The silence in my mind is defining, nothing comprehends in my mind, the song of despair.

"Answer me you stupid bitch, say what I want to hear" he shouts, his anger burning though his eyes. I don't react, I can't react. The shouting doesn't scare me anymore.

I whisper so light, "I love you husband."

"Such a good girl" he praises, as if I did something willingly. "We are going to have such and amazing life together Maia, we will have a family and a beautiful home" he says a broad smile plastered on that sadistic face.

He walks over to me, taking my chin in his hands, gripping so hard a small hiss leaves my mouth, "lets enjoy our wedding night first."

NO.

I don't think I can survive this.

I yank against the wrist and ankle chains tugging so hard that blood draws around them. I thrush and kick, screaming on the inside, I have to get away at any cost.

"Stop moving, princess" he coos, smiling whilst I tear myself apart to get away.

His hands roam my body under my dress, feeling at every imperfection and curve. He tells me everything he is going to fix about my body whilst complementing me.

"I see you got rid of that tattoo, well it would need to be changed anyway because you belong to me now. We can fix that too" he sniggers finding enjoyment in my pain.

His words don't mean anything to me, I just fight. And fight. And fight.

I get struck over and over the pain not even notable compared to my emotional pain. Eventually he gives in to my thrashing and disobedience and calls guards in to further restrain me.

The four guards pull my limbs from the body, tightening the bindings. I have no power anymore.

The soft silk material of the bed sits against every inch of my bare legs. There is no room to move or even try to escape him now.

"My perfect little princess. You will bring me so much pleasure," he hums.

He undoes he belt in front of me, pulling down his pants, throwing them in the corner of the room, joined his shirt and underwear. He is hard for me.

The smile of his face has no joy or compassion it's evil. Evil to the core.

I close my eyes, finally letting a single tear drop down my face. I inhale a deep breath, staring at the comfort of darkness.