Under His Control [ON HOLD]

11. My place

If I could paint the sky

Well all the stars would shine a bloody red

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Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity. I had never experienced the real suffering, sadness or anything akin to what I'd been enduring these days. His grandfather told me how a daughter-in-law should behave and act around people. I wanted to laugh at his face for the ridiculous things he'd been spouting out without a sense of logic.

It was official that I was a prisoner in this gilded cage. They didn't want me to have opinions or thoughts of my own. They wanted to silence the little bit of spirit left in me. Would their rules be different if I was their own blood , their own daughter? No . Absolutely not. I had seen far enough the life of women in these mafia families to know they weren't considered more than a vessel for providing them with heirs and warming their bed.

It has been two weeks to waking up to this nightmare everyday. Ranvijay was going to come today , his mother told me with a very cheerful face . But on the contrary the colors of my face drained . I was shit scared of him . Even at the FaceTime calls , his intimidating and scary aura shined bright like a sunny day. He would call me daily at night asking me how was my day and some more ridiculous questions along the line that I would ignore as if we were a normal couple.

I was sitting in the balcony with a large canvas in front of me as I painted the beautiful landscape, I happened to see in my dream last night . It was so serene , pure that I didn't want to wake up . I stroked the brush with different shades of red and grey instead of the colorful scene I saw. Was I finally going mad ? Maybe. My subconscious retorted.

A knock vibrated through the door .

'Yes ?' I said still stroking the brush against the canvas.

'Sir is back.' Upon hearing Vani my hand froze in mid air . The terror I had long forgotten in the past two weeks came seeping in my bones.

'He is expecting you in his study .' Her voice rushed she sounded almost impatient.

'Okay.' With much difficulty I uttered the word dismissing her. I stood instantly grabbing my art supplies that were scattered on the floor. I put the canvas in the closet along with the other stuff and quickly went to shower.

I was standing in front of the mirror wearing a black dress that reached above my knees . I let my hair down and made my way towards my doom . My husband.

I knocked on the large doors of his study and stood hyperventilating.

'Come in.' His deep voice sent chills down my spine.

I entered inside and closed the door behind me . He was sitting behind the huge wooden table reading some documents. He looked at me with a narrowed gaze . His features hardened as he took in my figure—looking at me from head to toe.

'The fuck are you wearing , Aleyna?' His loud voice echoed in the silence while I finched .

'Have you been roaming around dressing like this in my absence? ' He looked at me disgustingly and took strides towards me pinning my body harshly to the wall.

'What do you mean by this ?' I asked as he gripped my arm.

'I-I don't understand what's wrong with this dress.' I stammered as his grip on my upper arm tightened.

'You're looking like a whore .' He sneered near my face .

'I am not. It's your mentality.' I managed to say as I felt the sudden rush of adrenaline inside my veins.

'I will wear whatever the fuck I want to.' I spat in anger my voice somehow raised and by the way his eyes darkened I knew I was fucked.

'Yeah ? It looks like my sweetheart has become brave .' He said while dragging me behind the table where he was previously sitting.

He bent me over to the table while I struggled to free from his grip .

'Let go of me , Ranvijay.'

'Let's clip those wings that have become far too long .' He twisted my hands behind my back earning a painful moan from me.

He bunched my dress upto my waist and slid the panties downwards . By now I was shaking badly , I knew what was to come.

'Ahh . It hurts.' He slapped my right ass cheek with so much force that it stung .

'It is meant to hurt baby. Now count and don't miss otherwise we start from the beginning .' He said while another spank landed on my ass .

'One' Tears burned in my eyes and started to flow down. The humiliation I felt was unreal.

The sounds of his brutal spanks on my ass was booming in the room but I didn't let out any sound . I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Though it hurt but the ache in my heart was piercing my very existence.

'I've been noticing your fucking arrogant behaviour over the calls but I let it slide everytime.' He said in a menacing tone as he continued the assault.

'But you took my leniency as a token to your bratty behaviour.' He said near my ear , his hot breaths sending a chill down my spine.

'S-Seventy eight.' My face was flushed with tears as I let out a muffled sob . He fisted my hair and looked at my face kissing my tears .

'Don't ever show me that fucking attitude.' He snarled as he corrected my dress and panties back to their place while I laid in the same position not having the strength to do anything. He knew how to show me my place. Every time I rebelled he showed me the very second why I shouldn't.

He scooped me in his arms as I clutched his shirt. He took me to the bedroom and sat me down in the middle of the bed .

He caressed my cheek while I looked down at my lap . It was getting very difficult for me to sit upright as the pain in my bottom region was afresh .

'Now tell me sweetheart. What did you learn today?' He asked mockingly.

'T-To keep my attitude in check.' I whispered with my head bowed down. Fuck you.

'And ?' He lifted my chin with his fingers and looked into my eyes.

'I-I should not have talked to you like that.' I stumbled finding the right words to utter in this suffocating situation.

'Good girl'. He pecked my lips.

'I want this dress in the trash , Aleyna.' With that said he left the room closing the door behind him with a thud.

I laid on the bed closing my eyes losing myself in the world of imagination where I had control and power over myself. Where everything wasn't this melancholic. It felt relaxing ,filling myself with a joy that I wanted to hold onto even if it was imaginary.