#ayala.

Malia was doing his best to be invisible, pressed in that corner in the back, he had hardly moved since his arrival. He wasn’t entirely sure if it had been hours, minutes, days, the demon wasn’t really keeping track. Too busy feeling sorry for himself, beating himself up mentally and truly not knowing what to do with himself. He couldn’t be what he thought was wanted, would this just be his existence? Being punished for wanting to submit, to have someone take control? Teeth biting at his lip, fingers digging at his knees as he tried not to cry. Why couldn’t he just be normal?