Restrained

Ivy

With a yawn, I roll over to my side, aware of Maz's arms wrapped protectively around me.

"Are you away this time?" He chuckles.

I look up, wiping my eyes with my hand.

"Huh?" I ask sleepily.

"You were talking in your sleep." he says.

"What? What did you hear?" I ask.

I don't recall talking in my sleep. Well, I was asleep. Not me being slow already.

"You talked about your mom. She sounds like a nice person." He says.

"Is that all you hear?" I ask.

"Mhm." He says.

I sit up, looking him in his eyes, searching for a lie.

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise." He chuckles.

I lay back down in his arms with a huff as we gaze into each other's eyes. I wonder what he's thinking about.

"So what do we do now?" I ask. "Did you have a plan?"

"Of course I do. You know me better than that." He smiles.

Of course he doesn't have a plan, it's Maz.

"Okay then. Let's hear it." I tell him.

He looks to the side, clearly fazed.

"Give me a second to remember." He hesitates.

"That's what I thought." I sigh.

I get out of bed, and grab my towel from the floor, wrapping it around my exposed body.

"Where are you going?" Maz asks.

"I'm going to get dressed if that's okay with you." I say.

I walk into the bathroom before he can say anything and close the door behind me. Quickly, I get dressed. The clean clothes feel good on my bruised skin.

The scar on my hand catches my eyes. It's the scar Maz gave me when he stabbed me for me to get used to pain. It's now irritated with red and puffiness.

I look into the mirror and comb my tangled hair out with my fingers. I wash out my mouth with mouthwash since they don't have any toothpaste. Apparently they don't know anything about proper hygiene. My mind wanders to what Jake said yesterday as I continue to mess with my hair. How he has us locked in so we don't wander around looking for someone. Who could he have here? Leo? No, Raz would let them have him since I'm doing this for him. Or would he? These people are psychopaths. Who knows what they have up their sleeves.

I splash warm water on my face, and dry it off. Grabbing my boots, I open the door and walk out.

"Done?" Maz asks.

"Yeah." I say, making my way to the bed.

He heaves himself out of bed butt naked, not bothering to grab his towel from the floor to cover himself and he walks into the bathroom, shutting it behind him. My face flushed red at the sight of him. I wait until he gets out of the bathroom. I take a peek praying that he's dressed, and thankfully he is.

"Let's go." He tells me.

I look at the door.

"Do you think it's unlocked?" I ask.

"Yep." He says, popping the p.

He walks over to the door, grabbing the handle and pulls. Strangely it opens. Shouldn't it be locked?