Shadows of control { Under Editing }

9. Veil of torment.

Sofia's pov:

As we finally arrived at the looming gates of the mansion, a chill ran down my spine . Ansh stepped out of the car, his eyes were forward, ignoring my presence entirely. The heavy door swung open as he walked in, leaving me behind, so I just followed him in.

Inside the vast living hall Leo was sitting on the couch.  He was holding a gun with a nonchalant grip that seemed almost careless and there was a guy beaten up really bad and kneeling before him.

Leo smirked as he saw Ansh enter.
"Perfect timing."

Leo's piercing gaze locks onto us immediately.
Ansh asked in a casual tone
"What's happening here?"

"Teaching him a lesson for bad eyeing our maids."
Leo shrugged.

Ansh looked at the man, coldly calculating.

The man trembled. "I-I didn't- I"

Ansh took his dangerous steps towards the beaten man then he  crouched down to the man's level.

"What's your name?"
Ansh asked, his tone quiet yet sharp enough to cut through the tension.

The man stammered, his swollen lips trembling.
"Stuart, sir..."

Ansh's smile was slow and lethal, like a predator toying with its prey.

"Stuart... interesting."
He tilted his head slightly, studying the man with eerie calm.
"Tell me, Stuart, do you think I care about your name? Or your excuses?"

Stuart's breath hitched.

"No, sir... I just-l never meant to-"

He leaned in closer, his eyes burning with cold intensity.

"When you die tonight, Stuart... what will be your final thought? The regret of your mistake, or the fact that you never saw it coming?"

Ansh stood up, eyes unblinking.
"You have one last chance to answer me."

"I-I don't know..s-sir"
He pleaded.

Ansh's eyes narrowed. "Wrong answer."

The man whimpered, tears streaming down his bloodied face.
"Mercy, sir... please..."

"Mercy?"
Ansh's voice was as cold as the steel in his hand.
"Do you think I built this empire by showing mercy to filth like you?"

The man shook his head frantically, his cries filling the room.

Ansh didn't acknowledge him. He stood, towering over the man who now writhed in agony.
"Do you know what I hate more than betrayal, stuart?"

The man shook his head frantically, his cries filling the room.

"Begging,"
Ansh hissed, his voice venomous. He pointed the gun at the man's head.
"It's pathetic."

With a flick of his wrist, Leo tossed the gun to Ansh. Ansh.
"Do the honor by your hands."

Without hesitation, Ansh  readied it with an expert maneuver. Time seems to slow as he fires twice into the man's head, each shot echoing in the room. My heart races; I feel almost dead inside at the sight.

Ansh stood, handing the gun back to Leo.
"Clean this mess."
he ordered, already walking away.

"Damn, you're in a mood tonight."
Leo let out a low whistle.

Fucker.

It's not happening...I won't let him touch me.

Then Ansh headed upstairs, leaving me no choice but to follow, my steps were heavy with the weight of what just unfolded.

As we entered the bedroom, I started looking for a closet to change.
Suddenly his dominating voice came from behind
"Stop"
I froze as he stepped closer, my back was still facing him.

"Turn around," he commanded, and I obeyed, my movements stiff.

He took his deliberate steps towards me.

His breath tickled my ear as he whispered,
"Your punishment isn't over yet."

"I- I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Sorry?"
He laughed, a low, menacing sound. "Sorry doesn't erase betrayal."

With a swift he turned me around.

The sound of my dress unzipping filled the quiet space.

"Ansh, please-"
I whispered hoping to reach a softer side

He chuckled, low and menacing.
"You don't beg until I tell you to."

"You thought betrayal had no price?"
His words were measured but undeniable, a reminder of the path I had chosen.

He turned me to face him, his grip was firm and unyielding. His face nestled into my neck, he started giving me hickeys,each touch sending shivers through me. I felt powerless, his hold too strong to break, as he covered me with relentless attention. Every moment was charged with intensity, leaving me caught between resistance and surrender.

He pushed me and  landed on the bed. He stripped my dress away with a jerk leaving me just in my Bra and panties. A wave of embarrassment rose within and I tried to cover my chest with my arms crossing, but my efforts were in vain.

He pulled my bra  effortlessly as if it was just a paper for him.
I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed and unsure, until his voice cut through the chaos inside me.
Cold and firm, his words lingered in the air:
"Open your eyes and look at me."

I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze and he started sucking my nipple it was painful.
I felt his touch explore every inch of my skin , his lips grazing over each curve and hollow with deliberate intent.

Finally his manhood entered inside me. I bit my lip, trying hard not to let the groans of pain escape.

I tried to cry out, but his hand remained firmly over my mouth, muzzling my cries.

It was overwhelming, a raw, primal experience that left me feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.

This was it, my first time, and it was happening in a way I never could have imagined.

Ansh's cold gaze locked onto mine as he observed my trembling form. His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.
"Is this your first time?"

I stiffened, the weight of his words sinking in. My chest tightened, and I nodded slightly, too embarrassed to speak.

His hand moved, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch deceptively gentle, yet commanding. "Relax your hips."
he instructed, his tone both soothing and chilling.
"I'll take care of the rest."

Observing his relentless stamina, I knew he had no intention of stopping. Exhaustion and pain pulsed through my body, yet just when I felt I'd reached my limit, he finally released me.

I lay there, too weary to even move, but the pressing need to clean up forced me to gather my strength.

"Next time, I won't be gentle. You'd better be prepared."
He said laying beside me.

The fuck he was gentle.

Slowly, I managed to get up and head to the bathroom. The warm shower washed over me, and as the blood rinsed away, a sense of relief mingled with the lingering ache, grounding me back into myself.

As I stepped out of the shower, I noticed the emptiness of the room Ansh was gone. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Opening it, I saw Anna, the maid, offering me some pills.
" Sir has told you to take these.."
she said, handing them over. I realized they were birth control, understanding the unspoken implication. I hesitated for a moment, then swallowed them.

Wondering about Ansh's whereabouts, I asked Anna,
"Where is he now?"
She answered,
" He's not in the mansion. He went outside."
After hearing that I felt relief.

I couldn't sleep the whole night, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and helplessness as I realized how unable I was to take a stand  for myself. In the end, it felt like a violation.