Ava’s POV
(Flashback)
He hit me whenever he was unhappy. My eyes were stinging from tears. Master beat me every time I disobeyed him. He assaulted and molested me.
Yesterday’s torture was beyond my imagination. He was a monster, a devil from the pit of hell. My entire body ached and the pain worsened over time, yet Mr. David was here again to sleep with me.
“Please, not today, master,” I groaned.
I was hoping he would bear with me. I was hoping that for once, he would listen to me and allow me to have some rest.
I watched in painful delight as he inhaled and rose from his seat. He walked up to the door without saying anything.
What was he planning on doing to me? I had never gone against his order or attempted to make a request since I was aware of the punishment that would result from such an act. Is he finally giving in to me?
I hoped that my thoughts were right. I hoped that he would let me be, at least for today or if possible, the days after. The torture of yesterday was hell. I had never experienced such in all my years of being treated as a slave. However, my hopes were dashed when he halted and turned back to glance at me.
“What time should I be here, Ava?” he asked.
No, this wasn’t Mr. David. What has gotten into him and why was he being so nice to me all of a sudden?
I hesitated to speak. I was scared it would be a trap, but his voice and the tune with which he had spoken there, were so charming and compassionate. Perhaps he was finally warming up to me. Perhaps he has decided to treat me as a human after all.
But my instincts told me it couldn’t be. Mr. David was a beast with no human feelings. He found fulfillment in his victims’ anguish and pain. He had an odd craving for torments.
“Tomorrow, master. I will be healed tomorrow,” I whispered.
I wanted to request it for two days or even a week, but I didn’t have the guts. He wouldn’t allow me to make such an alarming request. But if he would just agree and continue this tomorrow, perhaps I could come up with a much lesser way for him to die.
He chuckled, but it was a wicked grin. I could see it in his eyes, and I feared that he would dash to me and shred me to pieces.
I ceased my breath for over twenty seconds that it took him to make out a word. It was a miracle that he was still standing at the door by this time and had not dismantled my soul.
“I will leave…” he paused.
What? My heart literally jumped into my mouth. There was no way this was Mr. David. Perhaps he was Mr. David’s twin brother, and I just found out today.
My heart started to race at a fast pace. He was going to take off just as I had requested, but it was too good to be true. Unless he was dead and replaced, an offer like this one that appeared so harmless should be considered worse than the hottest part of hell.
“But I will be back. Not as you want it, but I’ll be back in an hour,” he said.
Before walking out, he looked at the wall clock. When I turned around to check the time, it was 6:05 PM. I couldn’t believe we’d been at it for so long.
I couldn’t decide whether to be relieved that I had sent him away, thus postponing my suffering for today, or to lament that I didn’t know what he had in mind.
***
After about an hour, I heard a loud bang on the door and Mr. David barged in. I was sitting on the bare floor with my head on my knees when he entered.
I turned to face him. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him with a blindfold and a yoke.
“I’m going to need these today. You’ve grown bold, and I don’t want you pushing me off you when I’m having my best moment with you,” he said, waving the tools at me.
Goodness! No, not today. Not when I thought that I was finally getting some concessions. It wouldn’t be my first, nor would it be the most lethal tool used on me, but not with a man as heartless as the man standing right in front of me.
Now, how do I go about requesting my safe word? For a man who reveled in my afflictions, there was no hope of ever getting one.
“Oh, some safe words?” he said, as if he had read my mind. “You will be getting none. I’m the master here, and we play by my rules.”
He walked up to me and used his hands to strip me off my skimpy cloth. He blindfolded me and after that, he proceeded to tie me with the yoke.
I was weak and helpless, unable to say anything. My movements were restrained. I was bound and in pain.
“N-No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I could tell I was bleeding a lot. What did he use on me? It must be a rod. Tears rushed down freely from my eyes. He had used a rod and pushed it down my vagina, oblivious to the pain it would cause me.
“P-Please, master!” I begged.
He wasn’t listening to my pleas. I could hear him giggling and twisting with delight. He brushed his tongue over my middle and licked it. It was supposed to give me a great sensation, but on the contrary, it caused me terror.
With great force, he squeezed my nipple and pushed it into his mouth. I groaned again. I couldn’t see what he was doing to me, but the pain was enormous. It was crazy.
“What will you say to me now, my darling Ava?”
“T-Thank you, master…” I mumbled, my voice fading.
He continued his monstrous act, and every time I felt like I was going to breathe my last. With my eyes closed, I saw death beckoning to me. I saw everyone, including the ones who had been gone for a long time, and they were all calling me to join them.
I tried to scream, but my mouth ran dry. I was thirsty for water and hungry for freedom, one that didn’t come with chains. He grabbed my hair and pressed my head against the floor after noticing my inability to scream.
“Scream, Ava. Scream and give me the maximum pleasure I deserve.”