Sofia's POV
My nose wrinkled as the sharp, sudden smell of alcohol, heavy perfumes whiffed through my nostrils.
"Why are you looking like that?" He asked, his grip tightening around my wrist.
"N—nothing," I muttered, my words rambling as pain shot through my wrist from his grip on it.
"You look like you're about to puke, straighten your spine, and act like the reason you were bought for," He snapped and I nodded, taken aback by his words.
The grip around my wrist tightened again, and I bit back a wince, my nails digging into my palm to keep myself from reacting. He always hated it when I reacted.
"Straighten up," he hissed under his breath, his lips barely moving, yet the command laced with venom only I could hear.
I lifted my chin slightly, my pulse hammering against my throat as h
