Ava’s POV
I was blessed. I was finally with my lovers. They both loved and cherished me, and I prayed this moment never stopped. They showered me with their love and care. The love I never got from any guy in my entire life.
The feeling was mutual. I loved them as well, but I was scared of relinquishing them to the demon, Mr. Drake. He was the evil of all evil. He would kill them. He would do everything in his power to get me back.
I wanted to tell them before they managed to know about my past themselves, but I was appalled and afraid of being despised by them. They would abhor me. They would feel disgusted with me because I was a filthy woman.
I deserved to be happy after all. I deserved to be loved. I would like to erect our relationship with love and trust, but how could I tell them about my past without being despised or detested by them?
Oh, Lord! I was finally happy, but my past kept haunting me. I was still in the shadow of myself.
“Ava, what are you thinking? I’ve been calling your name without any response from you. What is happening?” a voice asked me.
“Ava,” he called again before resting his hand on my shoulder. I jerked up, scared as if I saw a ghost. “Oh my goodness, Ava! What is wrong with you?”
Aiden looked concerned. It was written all over his face.
“Oh, Aiden. It’s you,” I said, trying to compose myself.
“What is wrong, love? You can tell me anything,” he enunciated.
I gave a small smile. “Nothing. What I am thinking isn’t worth bothering about.”
“I can tell you’re worried and unhappy. Tell me, baby girl, what is wrong with you? Did I hurt you, or did I do anything wrong with you?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was thinking he did something wrong.
“No, no!” I raised my hands. “You didn’t hurt me, Aiden. I was just thinking about school,” I lied.
“About school? Are we not on a holiday? Please, don’t lie to me. You can tell me anything. I will listen to you. Tell me what is bothering you, baby girl,” he clamored.
“If I tell you what’s bothering me, will you still like me? Will you still love and cherish me?” I whispered.
Aiden tugged me to his chest and whispered into my ear lobe. “No matter what it is, I will love you until the last whiff of my life. I will choose you over and over again. Among the billions of girls, you will always be my queen. So, baby girl, tell me what is bothering you.”
He was so sweet. I was melting in his arms.
“Where is Ethan?” I asked him.
“He is in your bedroom, sleeping,” he answered back.
“Okay, I need you to call him as well. What I am about to say, I need to tell both of you,” I instructed him.
“Sit down. I will be back,” he said as he walked toward the bedroom.
After a few minutes, he was back with Ethan, who was half asleep, but his eyes lit up the instant he saw me.
“Good morning, love.”
“Good morning, Ethan,” I greeted him.
He cuddled me closer to him before placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
“This is a good morning dose,” he whimpered. I blushed before saying thank you to him.
“Stop joking around. Ava wants to tell us something that is bothering her,” Aiden mentioned.
“Go ahead, love. We’re here and we’re listening,” Ethan said.
“But I’m scared…”
“Don’t be scared. We’re here. You can tell us anything,” Ethan soothed me, but I was in tears.
“Promise me you won’t detest me.”
“Why will I loathe someone precious to me? Ava, you’re the most important person to me on Earth. The one close to my heart. The one I can never hurt or see in pain,” Ethan said, reassuring me. “I will forever love and cherish you, my love.”
I was blessed to have a sweetheart like them. I supposed it was time to tell them about my awful past.
“Okay, I hope you keep your promises after I tell you everything.”
They nodded and leaned in closer, paying attention to me.
“As you know, I am Ava Garcia,” I began. “My birth father has never loved me because he believes I am the cause of his wife’s death, who is my mother. He accused me of killing her. He has been taunting, harming, and calling me various names since I was a child, but despite his constant whipping, I have endured all of the pains. I continued to love him and have never argued with him or said anything back to him. He began gambling after my mother died, and he had a lot of debts to pay off. He borrowed a lot of money from a loan shark just to gamble it all away. I worked solely to repay his loan, but it was never enough because he had changed it. I worked various jobs, day and night. I barely have time to sleep because I’m so busy paying his bills and feeding him well. But…”
“Wait,” Aiden cut me off. “Are you sure he is your father?”
“Of course, he is my father. My biological father,” I answered.
“But why did he treat you as if you’re not his daughter?” Ethan asked.
“I don’t know. All I know is that he treated me nastier than a mutt.”
“Nastier?” Aiden asked.
“Yes.” I nodded my head. “I worked tirelessly to cover his deficits, but it was never enough. He keeps leasing loans from various people. He treated me awfully. Everything was fine until one particular day. He slashed me the day I called him father. He asked me to stop calling him father after I lost my mother. When he was satisfied, he stopped whacking me before telling me someone was coming to visit us and asked me to dress up pretty, not knowing he had disastrous things in store for me. I obeyed his command. I bathed and put on my favorite clothes. The only good clothes I have. He called me when the visitors arrived, only to find out he was planning to sell me off to a sex master, Mr. Drake. Everyone in the domain knows what a devil he is.”
“Yet, my father decided to sell me to him only to repay his loan, and he had little money left to feed himself when I left. I cried and begged him not to sell me to him, but he declined.”
“Mr. Drake was enthralled by my beauty, and I was forcibly taken away by his bodyguards while my father snickered at me. I can still hear his creepy chuckle, and my past still torments me in my dreams. Due to my disobedience, after I was taken away, I refused to let anyone touch me. I was thrown inside the cell. It was cold and icy. My teeth molded together.”
“in a few weeks. Mr. Drake’s right-hand man, Fred, escorted me out of the cell. I was called in. Mr. Drake needs my presence. I was terrified when he said he was interested in me and that he had no intention of selling me to another master. He’ll be my master, and I’ll be his slave.
“Because he was the one who brought me from my father, I was disobedient, and my insistence caused my agony and suffering. I never relinquished control to the devil. He always whacked me, and occasionally, he never supplied me with water or food. He wanted to tame me. He terrorized me. He chained me up. I was naked in front of him. His eyes clotted with lust.”
I clenched my chest tightly as I explained. My tears were flowing like a river.
“Oh, no, baby girl. Please don’t cry. It hurts me to see you in pain. Please say no more,” Aiden said.
“No, I must continue. I must build this relationship on trust,” I insisted.
“Okay. Anything for you,” Ethan noted.
“He chained me and fucked my anus all night without letting me get some rest. He beat me up whenever I tried to act silly around him. He forced me to pass through hell. He forced me to call him my master. He claimed I was his forever, his slave, his property. Mr. Drake tortured me for a long time, until one day another person came knocking and offered to buy me,” I continued. “Mr. David, an elderly man in his 60s, bought me. That was absolute hell. He was a perverted man. He forced me to suck on his shaft. He was vicious, and he enjoyed seeing me suffer. He had no mercy on me. He assaulted me every single day, and afterward, he forced some liquid drugs down to my throat. This was caused by my father. He was never satisfied with me. He had me sold to these monsters. I was in excruciating pain, suffering, agony.”