Shadows of control { Under Editing }

13. The power of his hold.

Sofia's pov:

It was another midnight when my eyes fluttered open. A sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, jolting me awake.

I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow. Not this again.

I knew exactly what it was. The first day of my period, and with it, the worst cramps known to women. I forced myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, feeling a wave of nausea.

After taking care of business, I crawled back into bed, wincing with every movement. Ansh was still asleep.
I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing worked. The pain was relentless. I clutched the bedsheet, my knuckles white. A moan escaped my lips, a sound of pure agony. Tears escaped from my eyes.

Ansh stirred, his eyes snapping open.
"What's wrong with you?"
he demanded, his voice sharp.

I flinched at his harsh tone.
"I'm sorry....I didn't mean to wake you."
I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

I stood up, ready to leave the room. I needed some fresh air, a distraction from the relentless pain. But before I could take a step, Ansh's voice stopped me.

"Where the hell are you going?"
he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I froze, my heart pounding.
"I... I just need some air...so I'm going outside."
I stammered.

"You think I give a damn about your need for air?"
He sat up in bed, his eyes narrowing as he studied me, his gaze cold and unwavering.

"You'll stay here, and you'll stop making any noise. You're not going anywhere, understand?"

I turned to face him, my eyes wide with fear.
"I'm having period cramps,"
I whispered, hoping he'd understand.

"Cramps?"
he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes," I whispered, unable to hide the frustration creeping into my tone.

He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms.
" Well, Take painkillers. Or get out of the room and come back when you're done with it."
he ordered coldly.

"I don't want painkillers." I muttered, more to myself than to him.

"Then get out." he snapped, his tone unforgiving

I felt a surge of anger after hearing to those harsh words in this condition I just felt to beat that shit out of him but I couldn't . I stormed out of the room, not knowing where to go in this vast mansion.

"Life was better when I was alone. At least then, I had the freedom to scream in pain."

I dragged myself to the vast living room, hoping to find some solace on the sofa. But the cramps were getting worse.

I was already crying from the pain when I noticed a shadowy figure approaching.

My heart skipped a beat, and a surge of panic hit me.

My mind raced in terror, and the thought hit me like a cold wave.

Who could this be at this time? How could I forget?

I'm in a mafia house.

My breath hitched as I realized what it could be - An assassin.

Without a second thought I turned to run.
"ANYONE..HELP!!"
My scream echoed through the mansion.

But in an instant, the figure was upon me. A strong arm snaked around my stomach, pulling me back, while another hand clamped firmly over my mouth, silencing my scream.