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Ava’s POV

The next morning, I woke up feeling excruciating pain all over my body. My entire being ached, both physically and emotionally. My soul and body were in torment.

I was no longer chained. The fact that my own father could treat me this way was unbearable. I had endured his abuse for years, but the way he had betrayed me by selling me off was beyond anything I had imagined.

As I was lost in these thoughts, a loud crash at the door jolted me back to reality. My heart raced with fear.

“Good morning, Ava,” Mr. Drake’s voice was cold and menacing.

I looked up, my hands instinctively covering myself. “W-What do you want?” I stammered.

“You can guess what I want,” he said with a cruel smirk. “My love.”

Fear overwhelmed me. His eyes were coated with lust. I tried to back away, but he grabbed my hand with a vice-like grip.

“No! Please, let me go!” I pleaded.

“Enough,” he snapped. “You think you can refuse me? You must have forgotten what happened yesterday. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you remember.”

“No! Don’t touch me! Leave me alone, you bastard!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“What?!” He stopped and stared at me. “What did you call me? How dare you, slave?!”

His anger flared, and he slapped me before dragging me by my hair. I was terrified as he pushed me to the ground and started to beat me. I cried out, but his brutality showed no mercy.

“I thought you’d be a good girl, so I let them take off those chains you were tied up with! But now I see you were up to no good. A mere slave would never dare to call her master a bastard! A slave is nothing; you are nothing!” he hissed as he pushed me to the cold floor. “Since you refuse to acknowledge my kind gesture and favor to you, I will no longer show you mercy!” He started to beat me with a rod.

“It hurts! Please, I beg you… Stop, please!” I begged, kneeling on the floor.

“I’ve dealt with many slaves before,” he taunted. “You’re just another one. You should know better than to defy me.”

I shrieked and begged, but he showed no interest or mercy to me.

“Please, Mr. Drake! It hurts! I am sorry! Please, forgive me…”

“There will be no mercy for a disobedient slave like you. You deserve everything I’m doing to you.”

When he was finally done, I lay there in a heap, my body covered in bruises and cuts. He ordered me to clean myself up before he would continue with his plans.

“Now, go straight to the bathroom. I want you to clean up before we resume our unfinished business,” he commanded. “Get up now, slave!”

I was too exhausted to stand up on my own, so I had to crawl to the damn bathroom. I was exhausted, but I had to hold on. I had to leave and escape this hell. The more I crawl, the more pain I feel.

I finally made it into the bathroom, crying bitterly as I saw all the cuts on my body. I need my mother. I need someone to reassure me that everything will be fine.

I despise my father and Mr. Drake, but I despise myself the most. Everyone treated me horribly. My father disliked and abused me. He hadn’t shown me any fatherly love since my mother died. He sold me off to a cruel sex master. Here I am, being treated worse than a mutt.

“Hey, get out here!” Mr. Drake’s voice rang through the door.

The warm water splashed all over my body, washing away the blood that oozed from the wounds.

“It stings,” I whined.

When I returned to the room after bathing, he was naked on the bed with his shaft already standing.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I approached him with dread. His touch was repulsive, and his words were laced with cruelty. He made it clear that he saw me as nothing more than a possession.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a husky voice. “I like you a lot, so let’s finish what we started earlier.”

“N-No!” I refused and pushed him away. He was furious as he glared at me.

“I’ll make you regret every moment of resistance,” he threatened. “You’re mine now.” He was fueled by anger. I was utterly terrified. He was going to kill me. The fear and despair were overwhelming. I tried to fight back, but his anger only intensified.

“Guards!” he called out. “Chain her up and make sure she understands her place. She’s not allowed to eat or drink a drop of water without my permission.”

I couldn’t stop shaking. They approached me, pushed me onto the bed, and chained me up.

“It’s better now, and I have a satisfactory view of your ass,” he said as he mercilessly fingered me in the anus.

“It fucking hurts!” I let out a scream.

It hurts like hell.

“You like that? Moan for your master, slave,” he commanded, fucking my anus with his sharp fingers.

I noticed red tints on the sheet and figured it was my blood. He’s a monster, a demon from hell.

“P-Please!” I mumbled in a weak voice. “I beg you. Please, stop…”

I was vulnerable, but he never listened to me. He enjoyed tormenting me. My suffering was his pleasure.

I despise my father so much. My mother should never have left me in the care of my wicked father. He used to be a caring and respectful father. My happy memories of him began to fade, giving way to very bad and terrible memories of him. He’s no longer my father; he is my enemy.

I was too fed up to scream or yell. I felt as if I’d lost my strength. He finally stopped fingering me after hours of doing so.

“A-Ah!” I whimpered as he slammed his cock into my anus.

“Ugh, yes!” he gasped while I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Yeah! You’ll love this. It feels so good. You taste so sweet.”

“I feel so much pain. Mr. Drake… Please, stop!”

“Shut up, bitch,” he cut me off. “Don’t make me stop. I enjoy fucking your anus.” He thrusted deep inside me.

“S-Stop torturing me, Mr. Drake…”

“It’s master. Call me master, bitch,” he corrected. “Relax. You’ll enjoy my cock in your anus.”

His moans and my screams could be heard throughout the room. I was disgusted to the core.

“Hey, stop screaming. You’re disturbing me and deviating me from my pleasure. Be good, or I’ll summon all my men to join in the fun and fuck your ass as well,” he threatened.

I immediately stopped yelling. I kept my mouth shut and never said anything else.

“That’s right, baby girl.” He began pounding my anus at a fast pace. “Ugh!” he muttered as he tightened his grip on my body.

His filthy, loud moans were revolting to my ears.

“Yes, slave! I’m coming…” he moaned, grabbing my hair. “Fuck!”

He groaned with delight as he finally came inside my anus, satisfied.

“Oh, yes! This feels good. If you are obedient and please me any time and any day I want, I will make you happy, and I promise to remove these chains from you,” he whispered as he spanked me on my ass.

I was too weak to rebel against him. He walked into the bathroom, leaving me alone.

This isn’t the existence I wished for.