Ava’s POV
I lay exhausted on the bed. Mr. Drake had left me after fucking me like a whore to bleed. He didn’t care whether I stayed alive or not.
I was his slave. After all, he could decide to keep or end my life. This was the life my father wanted me to live. They despised me to the point of selling me to the devil. I never thought I would experience what it was like to be in hell. Now I do.
I sluggishly pulled myself out of bed. His guards unchained me when he was finished with me. Of course, he came every time to abuse me and then leave. He knew I would never agree willingly, so this was what he did.
I went to the bathroom and let the water fall on my skin, which hurt like hell. After a while, I heard the door to the room open and close.
Perhaps he sent someone to check on me again. It felt like I shouldn’t go out anymore. If there was a way to end my life right now, I would do it without hesitation.
I stepped out of the bedroom to find a tray of food and water on the table. I scoffed. He brought me food after saying he wouldn’t. He would always plan to deny me food when I was being stubborn.
As I’ve said, he didn’t care whether I died or not. I would have refused the food, but I was hungry. My stomach grumbled at the thought of the food. It wasn’t much or very sumptuous, but it was enough to keep me alive. I wondered what the point of living was. I was better off dead.
I wore my tattered clothes and devoured the food. Then, I drank all of the water and left the tray on the table.
I sat on the bed, awaiting my fate. I had no idea where he was, but I wouldn’t have a moment of peace for as long as I was here. My mind drifted to my father again. I couldn’t help but think about him since he was the one who had sold me to this evil man. I felt like all of his love for me over the years had been fake.
Everything died with my mother the moment she passed away. Then, I became his sworn enemy. He abused me however he pleased. I couldn’t tell a soul. He eventually tired of me and gave me to someone far worse than he was. If I ever made it through this, I would exact my revenge on my father. I would make him pay for everything he had done to me, as was this evil man named Drake.
Speaking of the devil, the door opened once more to reveal him. I moved back in fear of what he wanted to do. He fucked me a few hours ago, and now he was back. I felt like he had nothing better to do than torture me.
“W-What do you want now?” I managed to ask, stuttering.
He smirked evilly, coming closer to me. “What do you think I’m here for, bitch? To fuck you, of course. After that, I’m going to introduce you to a few people. If you’re lucky, you’ll enjoy them more than me.”
His words horrified me. He said he’d give me to other people to fuck after he did. How was I going to survive that? I passed out when he fucked me the last time. How could I possibly survive another group of ruthless and evil people?
“No! You can’t do that to me, you evil man! Leave me alone!” I protested, tearing up.
“Shut up, whore! You are my slave, and I can do whatever I want to you. I’ll punish you for babbling back at me!” he threatened.
More fear gripped me. I knew what he meant when he said he would punish me, so I moved away from him, shaking in terror. I am a human being. Why is he treating me like an animal? Because he has no heart?
“Guards!” he called.
They rushed in with their whips. This was something I expected to happen.
“This won’t do. Bring me the other ones and a bowl of spicy water,” he added, and one of them dashed outside to get them. “You’re going to learn to keep your mouth shut and just respect me.”
I cried, waiting for his judgment to be passed on me. I hoped an angel would pass by and make him stop, but I guess that was impossible since this was the devil’s den, and I wasn’t sure I’d make it out alive.
The guard returned with the items he requested. Then, he whispered something into Mr. Drake’s ears, causing him to frown.
“I’ll be there,” he said, his gaze shifting to mine. “You’re lucky, I have other things to do. You could have met with your ancestors otherwise. You won’t be as fortunate the next time. Prepare yourself. I’m going to come back.”
Afterwards, he stormed out of the room. The guards followed him, taking the whips and whatever else they had brought with them. As soon as the door banged shut, I fell to my knees and wept again.
Just take my life. The pain was far too much. I couldn’t take it any longer. I’m done.
I remained on the floor, too exhausted to cry. I just sat there watching the door, anticipating his arrival. He came back a few hours later, accompanied by his guards and some men. They were all well-dressed and appeared to be his friends. I wondered why they had come.
“There she is,” Mr. Drake said, pointing to me.
That’s when it dawned on me that he had brought them here for me. My body trembled with fear as I imagined what they would do to me.
“She’s quite beautiful and innocent,” one of them said, lusting after my body.
The other licked his lips as well, which made me want to throw up. Mr. Drake approached me and yanked me up by pulling on my hair.
“Ouch!” I screeched in pain.
That didn’t stop him from dragging me and flinging me onto the bed. I almost slammed my head on the bed stand. He ordered his bodyguards to chain me to the bed again. Then, he motioned for his bodyguards to leave, which they did.
“N-No, please! Please leave me alone!” I wailed to deaf ears.
He didn’t stop what he was doing. He ripped my tattered clothes off, exposing my fully naked body in front of all the men. He smacked my ass. While I burst into tears, I noticed the other men licking their lips.
He dipped his fingers in my ass once more. I sobbed, and that only seemed to make him happier as he did it faster and faster. My tears had filled the room, and my vision had become blurry.
Is this how all of his other female slaves suffered? In this day and age, how can slavery be tolerated? I’d rather be in jail than live with this monster.
“You’re a monster! An evil monster!” I squealed. The agony was beyond description. He yanked my hair, causing me to scream aloud.
“Yes, I am. I am your master! I can do whatever I want with you. You’re nothing but a lowlife slave. This is what you deserve!”
With that, he unbuckled his trouser belt and pushed his hard dick into my ass. I thought I’d get used to it, but it looked impossible. He fucked me harder than he had ever done before, perhaps to impress his friends at the expense of my pain.
Through my hazy vision, I caught a glimpse of the men enjoying themselves. All of them exposed their cocks and shamelessly stroked them.
My mind went blank. My voice became muffled, and I was unable to scream any longer. I just stayed chained up there while he pounded on me. I wondered if these men would take over after he finished with me.
He took a very long time. My entire body was weak, and I couldn’t even breathe properly. I’ve already stopped crying. My eyes no longer watered with tears.
“Wow, she’s sweet! Can I have her now, Mr. Drake?” one of those useless men asked.
I had no idea who it was because my vision was hazy and I could only look in one direction.
“No, you can’t. You can only watch me fuck her, but no one dares to touch her. She is mine, and mine alone,” Mr. Drake replied harshly.
Somehow, I felt relieved. If any of these men were to touch me again, I’d probably die. That would have been better, but I couldn’t stand the pain.
“I’ll be right back for you, bitch. Let me take our guests outside.” He spanked my ass again after getting off the bed.
He opened the door, and I heard them leave, some of them grumbling. Before leaving, one of them lingered to look at me. His expression was disgusting. I wondered what kind of ribs they were made of for them to be this sex driven. Mr. Drake did his own thing for pleasure and torture.
He said he was coming back. The guards returned and unchained me. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I threw myself onto the bed and stayed there. All my strength was gone. There was nothing to send me out of bed. I was certain the bed was soaked in my own blood.
But who cares if I died? I could never get out of this situation. I was probably going to die at this point. He humiliated me in front of all those men. I would never let any man see my naked body just like that, but he treated me as if I was a whore. He fucked me in front of them. My tears made them happy, and despite seeing how hard he fucked me, they wanted me as well.
Death, why don’t you just take me away? What am I doing here on Earth? I no longer wish to live. I want to be free of my evil father as well as this evil monster. I want to be with my mother and join her.
***
A cold splash of water woke me up from my sleep. I had fallen asleep after what I had gone through. I was too weak to even get up and clean myself. As the water hit me, my entire body felt cold. I started shivering. When I turned around, I noticed my slave master staring at me from a corner of the room.
“Get up!” he directed.
I slowly rolled out of bed, dragging the sheets with me to cover my body despite the fact that they stank from my sweat and blood.
“Why are you still in bed without cleaning yourself? You’ve already slept for over fifteen hours!”
I glanced at the old wall clock in the room. It was noon! I looked back at him. He was wearing different clothes from yesterday. My pupils dilated in shock. It just meant I’d been sleeping since yesterday and hadn’t moved. My legs had been hurting a lot up until now, and my entire body felt numb.
“Get into the bathroom and clean up! You only have a few minutes to do that!”
I dragged myself into the bathroom. He didn’t mind that I limped there. I let the cold showers hit my body. I was getting weaker and weaker.
“You’re taking far too damn long, bitch!” he yelled from the room.
I immediately washed up and exited the bathroom. Unfortunately, I couldn’t use the sheets to cover myself anymore, so I stood naked in front of him, his lustful eyes roaming my body.
“You look good now. Wear those clothes and meet me outside. I’ve got some work for you to do,” he said, pointing to the clothes on the bed.
Did he get me new clothes? I also noticed that the sheets had changed, and that the other one I had left at the bathroom door was no longer there.
“Don’t waste my time,” he warned and walked out of the room.
I fixed my gaze on the clothes in front of me. What job does he want me to do now?