Mr. Drake’s POV
“Hello, slave!” I mocked. Who could have thought you would be back here again? Did you think you could escape and I would let you be? You ran away, making me lose so many customers and my money. You are a wicked one. Look at you here, all tied up. You are at my mercy once more. For you to escape without thinking of me but only of yourself, I punished you severely. And now, you escaped from here, making me lose a lot of money. Your punishment shall be doubled.
I missed how you screamed and helplessly begged me. I missed that little cunt of yours, slave.
I unbound the cloth around her eyes and saw a beautiful pair of eyes. She was still so beautiful. She was even more beautiful than before. My cock got hard at the sight of her delicious look. She was still the same girl, but something seemed different about her. The way she gazed at me scared the shit out of me. She looked at me with resentment. I was still her master. I still owned her. She hurt my feelings first, and she should know that I was going to punish her for what she did, but she still had the guts to look at me with pure hatred.
“How dare she!” I thought.
“Lower down your gaze, slave. How dare you look at me with disdain? You offended me first. You fled from here,” I said, clutching her hair. “What were you thinking?”
“Mr. Drake, let go of me,” she warned.
“Mr. Drake?” I inquired. “It’s master for you, slave. I am still the controller of your life, and you dare warn me to let you go. You sure have a lot of nerve.”
“Slave?” she sneered. “It’s been a long time since I heard that name.”
“I am not your slave. My name is Anne.”
“The slave that I bought with my money has developed a lot of nerve to dare to defy me. She even told me she was not my slave. Your name is Anne, right? But I don’t care if you are Anne or not. A slave doesn’t have a name. They don’t deserve a name. My slave dares to revolt against me. I think she has forgotten how cruel I was. That’s why she felt the need to protest against me.
I just wanted to punish her a little, but if she proved harder, I was going to have her killed and throw her corpse in the lion’s den.
“Look here, slave. I am your master,” I said firmly. “I don’t like repeating myself over and over again. If you want it the hard way, I don’t mind giving it to you.”
She roared, “Don’t you dare call me a slave! I am not a slave.”
She was insane. She needed to be tortured and put in her place. I needed to reset her brain.
“Guards, come here,” I screamed. “Bring me the criminal chain and lock up this insane slut.”
My guards did exactly as I told them, but something terrible happened that terrified me. It made me fall back to the floor.
“You… Who the hell are you?” I asked the girl in front of me.
She was a demon in the shape of my slave.
“You are not my slave. My slave is a vulnerable little girl, but you, you are a demon. You killed my guards.”
The scene in front of me was horrible. She killed them all without showing any mercy. They were amputated into pieces. I had never experienced anything like this before in my life.
“Oh. Oh, the almighty Mr. Drake is scared of the one he called a slave. I told you I was no longer a slave. I despise it when you call me that fucking name.”
I was trembling and scared of this demon in a woman’s clothing in front of me. She was from hell.
“No-no,” I said, trying to regain my composure. “Don’t be scared, my darling,” I proclaimed. “I am not here to harm you at once. I’m here to get my revenge on you and my father,” she announced her purpose. She dubbed me “Master.” Was my father still living in the place he was before I sold her? She needed to get even with both of us.
“Please, I am no longer your master. Please, spare my life. I don’t want to die. I’m begging you, Anne.”
She looked shocked.
“Anne? Are you aware that this is the first time you have addressed me by my given name? I was used to you referring to me as a slave. ‘Your slave,’ you owned my life, remember?”
“No, no, I don’t own your life. Please forgive me. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for all I have done to you,” I begged her.
I never believed I would beg my once-owned slave. I feared for my life. I begged her to spare me, but the revulsion in her eyes was very strong. She despised me too much.
“Believe me, I am a changed person. Forgive me.”
She smirked before uttering.
“If I told you I forgive you, would you believe me? Why are you so shameless? You’re shamelessly begging me to pardon your life. You are brazen beyond humanity. You tortured me. You raped me. You insulted and abused me because I was weak. It’s all thanks to you for making me who I am today. I’m not here for chit-chat. And I am not here just for you. I’m here for my father as well. Now tell me, where is he?”
“Your father?” I whispered. “Yes, your father caused all this.” Your father sold you to me. He is the real sinner.
“I never told you he was not the one who sold me off to you. I am asking you, where is my father?”
“Oh yes, he’s here. He’s right here,” I replied.
“Oh, he’s here,” she said with relief. “Thank goodness. To save me the stress, my enemies were all together in one place. Where is he? Take me to him and don’t try to act funny.”
I stood up and began to direct her to where her father was kept. The guards that I had placed to watch over him greeted us immediately when they spotted us. They opened the door, and she walked in with me.
“Oh my God,” she screamed. “What the hell is going on here? Why is he naked and covered with bruises and scars? Tell me.”
It had come to this. I could no longer cover up anything. She was going to take revenge on her father as well. What trouble had I caused myself?
“I’ll let it out,” I said. “He is here to replace you. I took him as my slave, and many men come here to take their pleasure from his body.”
“What? Is this real?” she smirked. “Well, I guess this is karma. Karma is real. He landed himself here because of his greediness. How many guys have come for him?”
I replied to her, “Many. They all liked his white skin. They were always satisfied with him, and they would come back again.”
“Wow! This is big news. Congratulations, Mr. Garcia. You finally tasted what the hell was. A demon like you deserves to be in hell. Even if you are like this, I still won’t forgive you. I will never forgive you, and I will drag both of you to hell. Mr. Drake, you don’t deserve my forgiveness. I will never hurt any innocent person, and I will free every other sex slave here. I will let them have their freedom, and I will punish the evildoers. I will never spare anyone who intentionally hurts me. I’ll never forgive you two. I shall make you pay for everything,” she declared openly.
“Please, I am a changed person. Please forgive me, and let’s put everything behind us,” I begged.