A Devil Mistaken for an Angel

Quiet whimpering. The taste of blood. An indescribable haziness that made it hard to stay alert. 

Something was happening to Sophia and she didn't know exactly what it was. 

After Vince left and she was by herself for an extended period, there were a few times when it felt like she was going to pass out. In a dizzy haze, she fell over on the bed and when she got up, she saw blood from her nose staining the awful floral comforter. 

The metallic taste and wetness on her face were making sense but why she had such a severe bloody nose made no sense to her. She decided to lie down in hopes that it would stop her nose from bleeding further. It was hard with both her arms and legs bound but it was better than bleeding to death. 

Despite being the one in danger, all she could think of was Luca.