In the confines of Ŕay's bedroom, Choice's body was wracked with discomfort, grappled with the visceral onslaught of her menstrual cycle.
She tossed and turned on the bed, the movements an ineffectual attempt to find relief from the agony that consumed her. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt of realization, she was struck by the painful cramps, the searing sensation in her abdomen.
Her eyes snapped open, her body propelled by a primal urgency, as she stumbled towards the bathroom.
With a quiet, ritualistic efficiency, she cleansed herself, the steamy water of the shower a temporary balm for her suffering. The heat, a warm embrace of comfort, soothed her aching muscles and brought a brief reprieve from the throes of her cramps.
As she emerged from the embrace of the shower, droplets clingi
