Ava’s POV
(Flashback)
“Slave!” I heard a scream and I rasped.
I turned around on the bare, cold floor and glared at my master, Mr. Drake. I was still half asleep. I glanced at his scorching furious look again. Then, I was fully awake.
“Yes, master. What can I do for you?” I asked him, shuddering, knowing he was here to torture me.
The scene, in how Mr. Drake killed Mr. David, still appears in my mind. It was disastrous. The blood. The dead body and how he was burned after he was killed. Mr. Drake is a monster.
“I’m here to compile what is mine. He beamed when I looked into your eyes, I could no longer compromise my happiness of possessing you under me. Have you screamed and moaned out my name?”
“What is yours?” I asked, whirling to get up on my feet.
He giggled at me. “Your torso, of course. All your body is meant for me, little slave.”
“My body is meant only for me,” I answered back.
“Uh…” Mr. Drake’s voice came out low as he gave me a nasty, evil chuckle. “Does it seem you have forgotten who your master was? Do you want me to help you recall everything?”
“Mr. Drake, what the hell are you up to?” I asked my so-called ugly master.
“How dare you talk to me like that? How dare you, slave!” he roared, whacking me in my face, blood oozing out from the corner of my lips.
I grinned. “Mr. Drake,” I began. “I’m not your slave and I belong to no one but myself. Stop regaling me like an unwanted toy of yours. Enough of all your bullshit.”
I didn’t care whether I was getting slaughtered or not. I must stand up for myself. No one was going to stand up for me if I stayed weak.
“Bitch!” he flared up.
He was simmered with wrath. His whole body twitched. He never assumed I could do this to him. I had never seen Mr. Drake like this before. Seeing him like this made me happy. Bastard.
“You are so arrogant, and I can see you never took me as your master in your heart again. And I have to start by teaching you how to be an obedient slave all over again. You are my slave sex. My sex toy. Take off your clothes now!”
I hugged my body tightly. “I know I was peddled, but I will obey you,” I sneered.
There was no longer a good utterance in his gaze again. In his eyes, everything screamed evil.
“I ordered you to strip,” he said icily. “Don’t make me repeat what I said.”
“I will never, and I will never beg you,” I answered back.
“You owned me, your body. You’re my slave and I will do whatever I like to you. On your knees now, and I want you to crawl and lick my feet.”
“It was my father who sold me. He owed you everything, not me, for goodness’ sake.”
“I want you to conduct yourself properly, slave. If you dare defy me once more. I will make you regret everything. You owed me your torso, not your damn father,” he retorted.
“Strip!” he ordered, but I stayed damper.
“You have finally infuriated me. Guards!” he screamed and three enormous guards walked in.
They were ordered by him to clamp me down. They were powerful. I struggled to get away from their grip, but I couldn’t. They overwhelmed me.
“You should have been an obedient slave. You could have saved your skin from being afflicted, and whacked,” he said as he licked his whip.
“Slave, you have grown wings already, but I’m going to halt all your wings from you.”
“Ouch!” I shuddered. He began to whisk heavily on my body. I never screamed, begged, or sobbed. He was not relishing himself since he didn’t hear my pleading voice or my scream.
“Oh, you have grown a thick skin,” he mocked. “Do you think I don’t have anything that can make you scream, beg and submit to your master?”
Henry called one of his guards who clasped me down.
“Yes, sir,” he answered back.
“Go get me that new equipment I bought for her,” he said as the guard excused himself.
Soon, he was back with a heavy mental dire steel bola whip. My whole body was twitching from seeing that whip.
He smeared when he saw my trembling body. He whipped me. The whip moved extremely fast, causing my skin to rip. I wanted to move away from his ferocious possession. I intended to leave, but I was pinned down. He was whipping me.
I could no longer endure as I began to scream and beg. My sob increased when he started hitting heavily. My tears were flowing down from my eyes, and it was a ferocious scene. The cloaks were smeared with my blood. After what seemed like forever, he stopped and asked.
“Who is your master, slave?” he sneered.
“M-Mr. Drake,” I managed to say.
When I finally dared to face this monster, when I thought I would be able to conquer my demons, when I thought I’d be able to stand on my feet, I was proven wrong. I could never beat a monster like him. To defeat him, I must become a monster myself.
“Good. You finally acknowledged who your master was. You all may leave now,” he told his guards. Then they all walked away from the room, leaving us.
“You won’t die, my darling slave. I only whipped you to help you reset your extinct brain,” he clarified. “So, stop pretending as if you’re dead already.”
His hand went to my bosom, squeezing my boobs roughly.
“It feels so good,” he moaned before pulling his pants down, freeing his shaft. “Now, let’s get down to business, slave.”
He grabbed my thighs as he roughly shoved inside my cunt. I was too weak to do anything. Call me a weak girl. I prayed you wouldn’t dock yourself in as a female sex slave.
“What?!” he screamed, his voice loud. “You’re no longer a pure girl. Who did this?!”
“Bitch, you’re no longer a clean girl, but a dirty, useless, and shameless whore! You let that old man touch you. Shame on you. You know you’re polluted from the beginning, yet you gave me a problem to get down with you. You deserve to be killed for tormenting me like this. But before that, I’m already aroused, and I need to empty myself in you.”
He pulled my hair before thrusting back inside me. He moaned as he boosted his stride. He removed his shaft again and thrusted into me at a rapid rate. The sound of the bed could be heard. His wild moans, groans, and screams could all be heard by the guards. He was shameless.
He pulled out as soon as he cummed and zipped up his pants before turning to face me again.
“I am not satisfied with you, and I will be thinking of the retribution you deserve. But before that, go in there and take a shower.”
Why? What did I do wrong to deserve all this?
I struggled to stand up on my feet before finding my way into the bathroom. I found my way inside the bathtub before relaxing inside, letting the warm water ease my pain. Ouch, it stung. My brain was clothed with revenge and escape.
“Slave!” I heard him scream for me again.
Bastard. I clenched my fists in anger. I immediately left the bathtub and made my way to the room, where I found him sitting on the chair, smoking. He was already naked, and his shaft was hard.
“Come here, slave,” he demanded as his animalistic instinct had taken all over him.
I walked faster to where he was sitting. He made me bend down. I grasped when he entered inside me with full force, Mr. Drake began to jerk harder and deeper inside me.
I was shaking. His moan was so loud. It was sickening. He finally emptied his fluid all over my face, forcing some down my throat.
***
“Let go of me, Mr. Drake. Stay away from me!” I yelled at him.
“How dare you yell at me?” he grumbled as his lustful dirty eyes roamed all over my body. “I miss this little body of yours.”
“Stay away from me!” I hissed. “Why are you doing this to me? Why?”
“I already said it. If you disobey me, I will make you suffer all of my torture and live in pain. I’m warning you, stop defying me. Your life is mine. Without my permission, you can’t die. Even if you go down to the King of Hell’s Palace, I will still drag you back here and torture you, slave,” he said.
“I hate you. I hate you so much!” I spat.
“Baby girl, I don’t need you to like me. All I want from you is to surrender yourself to me in order for me to be able to fuck and enjoy your cunt as I please,” he mumbled before hauling me closer to him.
“Mr. Drake, let go. Let go!”
My next words choked up in my throat as he clasped me tightly on my inlet.
“I’m going to break you again and again until you are completely my toy.”
A sob escaped my mouth. I was nearing my demise.
“Be obedient!” he seethed.
“No, please! Just let me go, master!”
Fresh air hurried inside my lungs when he finally released me from his grip. He shoved me to the bed as he got rid of his pants. I watched him bring out his dirty cock. He grinned at me as he began to caress himself. Soon, he was hard. He hauled me by my leg as they infiltrated inside me.
This kept going every single day, forcing himself on me. This went on until he was fed up with me.
I was lying down on the dirty sheet, feeling so weak, when Mr. Drake came in with two of his guards.
“Hello, slave,” his tumor voice rang in my ear. “I bought some guys for you, who are going to fill up your hoes with their shafts. Chill, love. I know you’re going to enjoy it since they are young and strong, and it will be fun to watch how they please and satisfy you in bed.”
I was beyond frightened. This is beyond my imagination. This is an inhuman act.
They immediately stripped themselves. I am going to die. They were so big, thick, and long.
“We have been waiting to taste a piece of your torso. We are finally granted our wishes. Don’t worry, slave we are going to fuck you very good,” one of the guards, Henry, said.
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“Enough of your speech, Henry. I have been lusting on her torso, day and night. I can’t wait to penetrate her,” the other one said. His name is John.
I screamed and begged. Henry penetrated my cunt, while John slammed into my anus. It was beyond hell. I shall make you all pay for what you did to me. I was gifted by his guards.
One week later.
I was given a bit of food so that I would be able to gain some strength.
“Eat this,” Mr. Drake murmured. “I don’t want you to die yet. Eat and tidy up yourself. You are having some visitors later.”
My belly growled. I am hungry. I picked up the food tray and started eating. When I was done eating, I was ordered to take my bath.
Why is he nice to me? Who are the visitors he’s talking about? What is happening? I wondered, not until he walked inside with a different set of people. My world comes crashing down. I was sold again. Sold to different people every night, he offered them condoms to rape me, and he collects his pay from them before granting them to enter where I was kept.
First, it was his guard. Now I was meant to please his customers. This went on and on until the day I finally escaped.
“Hi slave. How are you? I never knew you would be so prominent among men and guys. I could have started this before this time, I earn so much from them,” he mocked
.
Ever since he gifted me to his guards. He stopped coming inside my room to force himself on me again. And, I was no longer locked up because of those guys that came in.
“Master!” One of his guards rushed in, feeling breathless.
“What the hell is wrong? Who is after you?” he asked Henry.
“It is an emergency, master, and you are needed there immediately,” he announced.
“What is happening, Henry? Tell me,” he inquired.
“The drugs. The drugs you asked us to deliver to boss Brian. We were told it was fake,” he explained.
“What?!” he stood up from his seat. “Do you mean fake drugs?! What happened?! How did this transpire, Henry?”
“I don’t know, sir. But they were looking for you for an explanation,” he said.
“Oh my goodness! This is the end. The end for me. What went wrong? If I can’t explain, I will be killed,” he exclaimed. As he rushed out, calling all his guards to follow him. Forgetting about me.
This was my chance, my chance to finally be free from this pit of hell.