AriaHow can my body feel so heavy. I felt sweaty and sticky. It was hot. The room was hot and I felt like I was thrown into the pits of hell. The headache! My head was splitting.I notice the weight around my waist. The warmth radiating from my back. Memories from last night flash I'm my mind. They were pictures. Parts of them. I shake my head and immediately regret it. Everything begun to spin I shut my eyes tight trying to even my breathe.The club…the man…everything happened so fast but Mecael was there. He must have been there or I was hallucinating.My eyes slowly open. The streaks of sunlight burnt my eyes. It didn't help with the migraine. This…this wasn't my room. The blanket was too thin. The bed was too hard. The figure behind me stirred. I shift my weight to the left. I slowly observe his face. The black curly hair. His beautiful face. I was in bed with Lionne.Wait. Lionne?!What on Earth was I doing with lionne in bed. He opens his eyes and smiles softly."I'm sorry.

AriaMecaels lips were tightly pressed together. His eyebrow came down with a frown. His green eyes glared at me.For a second I wanted to run away,go back home,sink in my bed and cover my head. I didn't. I stood there because he was not going to kill a man on my watch."Move." He growled."No." I reply firmly."You put that gun down and let these poor guys go." He snorts. Mesta makes a move towards me. I face her fully."You touch me and I'll ruin your suit." I snapped. Of course I didn't know how to fight,but with my level of confidence,who would doubt me when I say I could throw a punch.She gives a bored look."Don't touch her Mesta." Mecael ordered. I huffed at her and crossed my arms."Don't touch them!" I point behind me using my thumb."Move Aria." He grumbled."If you have to kill them then you'll need to kill me first." I stand tall. The storm inside me was whirling. Did I trust Mecael not to kill me?If he pulls that trigger then…"Gladly." His lips curve upwards.I felt

Aria"I can't!" I cried.We were at an adults store. Mecael had helped me pick up several clothing's. They were all leather and too revealing. The ones that weren't revealing were tight. So tight that once they were on me they stuck to me like glue. Removing them felt like peeling a layer of my skin off me.I couldn't do it. The clothes were to revealing. "Why?" He asked his voice filled with concern.I shake my head. My body wasn't heavy. If someone starved me for a month I'm sure the wind could carry me to the Saharan. My waist was well defined. The jeans fitted well. I didn't have any visible abs,but most ladies would exercise to get my body. Still it wasn't enough. Some parts were brighter that the others. It's not only due to sun exposure. My body decided to be that way. Dark stretch marks aligned themselves on my inner thighs,the back of legs and my bossoms. There was a streak on my arm but that one was too light to be easily noticed.Hair grew up to my lower belly though I ke

AriaHow could I bring myself to trust him? To believe that he was not going to hurt me. Not in a way I couldn't take at least. I wiggled on bed. I could feel how wet I was.Mecael was standing across from me. One word. One word and we'll continue. One word and I'll experience what the guy on stage did. Trust. I had to offer him my trust for this."I can make myself trust you." I nodded trying to convince myself of the words that had just left my lips."If you want me to stop say red. If you need to slow down–""Pink!" Pink always seemed like a 'let's go slow' color."Nice choice. Go back to your position." I laid back. "I'm going to blindfold you." I open my mouth to stop him.Trust him' I repeated to myself."Okay." He kissed my forehead and the silk cloth went round. If he decided to kill me,I won't be able to see him. That was better right? Of he made it quick it wouldn't hurt.My wrist were next to be tied. It was loose and I could easily wiggle my way out of it. My right ankle

AriaAfter an hour's breakdown,I was now okay. Mecael had stayed with me. Holding my as I sniffled and used a whole box of tissue. He run me a bath afterwards. I come out and he was not around. I get dressed and bun my hair.A knock is heard and Mecael enters,a plate in hand."You've decided to turn my to into a dining?" I pick a book and throw it on the bed."Way to answer me after I just held you. You're very ungrateful." He set the plate on the stand beside the bed."Didn't know you were a fan of scrambled eggs." I sit and open the book."I'm not. They're yours." "I'm not hungry. Normal people eat when they're hungry." "You don't eat even if you're hungry. Also we need to talk. You'll need energy for that talk."I felt my hair stand. Maybe it was nothing to be worried about. Still all kinds of conversations held after 'we need to talk' aren't usually pretty.I sigh and pull the plate. Eggs and noodles. Way to go. "If you think picking on your food will make me hand feed you,you'