Ava’s terrible dreams.
I tried to crawl out of his grip, but I was pinned down by him. He pressed his body against mine. Shivers of fear ran through my body. I screamed out, and my cries filled the room.
“Slave,” he cried out, dragging my hair. “Tell me, how should I punish you? Why are you so stubborn? Why don’t you accept your fate? I am your master. A slave is meant to satisfy and please their master. Why are you different? You are a loose slave. You’re no longer pure. You were deflowered by an old fucking man. Why are you pretending to be pure when you are not? Why are you so fucking annoying? Why don’t you properly satisfy my customers? Why?”
I begged, “Mr. Drake, please stop dragging my hair. Please stop hurting me.”
“Slave, it’s ‘master’ for you. Do you want me to stop hurting you? How dare you command me? I will never grant you peace if you keep denying my order,” he yelled. “I fucking hate you for frustrating my precious life.”
“Tell me, what should I do, master? What should I do to make you stop?” I screamed out. The pain was so fucking much. He wanted to pull my hair away.
“Know your place, slave. Don’t make me whack your body. Be good. Be obedient and serve your master well. Don’t you fucking know your position? You’re my toy, my slave. I’m your master, and your life has been decided by me. How you live is decided by me. You are no longer living in your free world where you get to decide for yourself. You live in mine. Your life is owned by me. I fucking bought you with my money,” he declared. “Serve me right!”
“I own my life. I live in no one’s world but mine,” I fired back.
“It seems you didn’t get it,” he sighed, or you were just too stubborn to accept your new identity. I don’t know what’s wrong with being a slave. Tell me, what is wrong with being my sex toy? Well, I’m not here to torture or exchange words with you. I’m here to tell you that I have a new customer who pays for your services. You must serve him well, or I’m going to kill you. I will never show you mercy. I’m going to torture you most viciously if he complains about you. Get ready, Tommy will be here for you soon.” Mr. Drake left the room.
“Oh, is this the new slave?” My heart skipped a beat when I heard a voice. The voice carried a lot of evil in it. I looked back. My eyes met with a criminal-looking, evil guy. He had a cut in front of his eyes and down his jaw. His gaze screamed with lust. He was the real definition of a pervert.
“What is your name, slave?” he asked with no good intention.
I stayed silent. I knew he wasn’t here for chit-chat. He was here to rape me as well.
“Well. Well. Well!!! Let’s get down to business,” he announced, and he began to strip his clothes. “Since you’re not interested in telling me, I’m also not curious about knowing your name. A slave is a slave, and I’m your master right now.”
He dragged my leg. He punched my face when I tried to put up a fight with him.
“Stay away from me, you monster,” I screamed when he began to shred my dress.
“I like it when a slave puts up a fight when they surely know they will never be able to win against their master,” he smirked before slamming inside me.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Hey, Ava, wake up.” I heard my mate’s voice.
“Here. I got you, baby girl.” I was screaming and shaking. I thought I had been kidnapped again. I thought I was back in hell. I was shaking and trembling.
“Relax, baby. Relax, we got you,” they both said.
“Ava,” I heard Camilla whisper. “You’re safe. I will never allow anyone to hurt you. I will protect you with my life.”
They both caressed my hair. I relaxed and rested my head on their chest. Aiden was busy wiping away my sweat. That dream was scary. No, it wasn’t a dream. That was real. That’s what I experienced when I was still a slave. The torture and pain were real. It was time to hunt my prey. It was time for me to get revenge. It was high time to hunt my prey and make them pay. They must suffer.
“Are you okay, darling?” Ethan inquired. He was worried, and it showed in his voice.
“I am so sorry for making you worried.”
“No need for you to be sorry, darling. We are sorry for letting you experience it all. We promise to protect you. We will never allow this to ever happen to you again. You scared us. We can feel your pain and emotions. We could feel every little thing you felt, darling,” they both said before hugging me as if their lives depended on it.
“No matter what, we will never stop loving you. We love you, Ava.”
I embraced my mates. What else did I need again? They both loved me, and I loved them too. We were still hugging each other when my phone rang. I picked it up to check who was calling me. It was my dad. I picked it up on the second ring.
“Hello, Dad,” I spoke.
“Hello, my beautiful Anne. How are you?” my father asked.
“I am well, father. How are you doing?”
“What’s wrong, daughter?” My father suddenly asked. “Are you fighting with your mates?”
“Uh, No, father. I am not fighting with them. I told you I’m good,” I responded.
“No, I don’t think you are good, darling. I can feel your emotions. I can feel your fears,” he informed me. “Tell me, I’m your father. What’s wrong with you?”
I opened up, “Father, I had a terrible dream.”
He asked, “You had a dream?”
“No, Father. It was not a dream. It’s what I experienced,” I mumbled. “It was real, father.”
“Oh, my God. Anne, are you okay? I’m coming over there right away,” my father asserted, worryingly.
“No. No, father. I’m good. My mates are already taking good care of me; you don’t need to come.”
“Anne, your father is worried about you. I’m worried about you, darling,” he declared his fear.
“It’s okay, Father,” I assured him.
I ended the call after a long time chatting with my dad. My phone rang again. I picked it up. I wondered who it was this time. It was Anna, my twin sister.
“Hi, what’s up, sister?” I could hear Anna’s nervous voice.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did your mate fight with you?” I asked her, feeling anxious as well.
“No, no, Aamon treats me well. I’m worried about you, sister,” she said.
“Worried? Why? I’m surprised.”
“I can feel your pain, sister. Are you hurt? Who hurt you? Is it Ethan or Aiden? Tell me, I’m coming right away to kick their ass,” she announced.
I smiled. Is this what it feels like to have a family of your own? They were genuinely worried about me.
“No, you got everything wrong. No one hurt me. I had a terrible dream about my past.”
After explaining everything to her, she promised to help me avenge Mr. Drake and my ex-father. She told me about her happy moments with her mate. She told me how the demon king destroyed a demon family because of her. He seemed to treat her well. My mates, on the other hand, were so good to me. They pampered me. They loved me. They provided me with all my requests, and they never failed to give me pleasure.
“Are you okay now, baby girl?” Ethan asked, caressing my hair.
“Yes, I’m feeling good and calm.” I smiled sweetly at them.
We hugged each other until time passed by. They kept telling me how much they loved and wanted me. They were the best mates in the world.