Ava’s POV
If shameless was a person, Mr. Drake would be one. He had hurt me badly, and he had expected me to put everything behind me. What a joke. I would punish everyone who hurt me. I enjoyed it when he fell on his knees and started begging me. He had begged and feared for his life. A fierce man like him had begged me. He had told me he was a changed person. Could a person easily change? If he had truly been a changed person as he claimed, why did he still have so many sex slaves? He had been a terrible liar.
“I hear the nasty voice of my so-called father,” I had thought.
‘Beautiful, huh? Daughter? Are you kidding me?’ I had asked him. ‘Tell me you are joking.’
“My beautiful Ava, your father is deeply sorry for everything. I’m sorry for making you go through hell. Please forgive me. I know I’m wrong,” he had solicited. “Please rescue me from here.”
Hearing those words from the person I had known as a father had been disgusting. His pleading and asking me for a favor had been damn annoying. I had always loved him with all my heart. I had taken different jobs just to make him feel satisfied, but no matter what I had done, it had never been enough. He had never loved or cared about me. I had taken care of his debts. I had never once complained about how he lavishly spent the money I earned, but instead of loving me, he had kept loathing me. I had desperately earned his love, but I had never gotten it. All he had shown me was hatred. He had despised my gut. He had even stopped me from addressing him as my father. I had always lived in guilt because he had made me feel that I killed my mother. He had been no different from the slave master, Mr. Drake.
“Please say something, my daughter,” he had enunciated. “Forgive me, please.”
“Daughter! Daughter!! Daughter!!!”
“Can you stop calling me your daughter? I’m sick and tired of you calling me that. The time I earned for you to call me your daughter is gone. Enough!” I yelled out.
“What are you talking about, my darling daughter?” he had asked. “Father knows he is wrong. Can you forgive your father once? My honey, please give me a second chance.”
My heart would never ache for a monster like them. Hearing my father beg and sob shamefully made my hatred grow heavier. He had kept calling my name sweetly. Did he think I would be stricken to tears by his actions?
“You make me sick, Mr. Garcia. Enough. Please do not call me your daughter again. I’m no longer your daughter!” I had announced.
“What?!” he had screamed. His expression had betrayed him. He had shown that I was not his real daughter. That is why he had treated me like that.
He had quickly concealed it before speaking up. “I don’t understand what you are talking about, Ava. Please, let’s stop talking about this. Let’s find a way to leave this damn horrible place. I’m fed up here, and I’m always treated like an animal. Please, let’s leave here, my daughter.”
It had pissed me off, and it irritated me when I heard him call me his daughter.
“Has he ever treated me like his flesh and blood? “Has he ever cared for my well-being? He has never been nice to me. He has felt hostility toward me. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. He has hated my soul. He’s calling me his daughter only because he needs my help. Did he think I was going to forgive him? Does he think I have forgotten what he did to me? These chunks of trash in front of me disgust me.
“Daughter? Huh? Are you trying to fool me, Mr. Garcia? Have you ever treated me like your daughter? When have you treated me as your daughter?” I yelled. I had been shaking with anger. “Have you ever loved me? All that you know how to do best is torture me. You have abused me. You have done all sorts of barbaric things to me. You even sold me to a sex slave master when you grew tired of me. Have you ever wondered what I go through here? Do you feel guilty about selling me? Do you regret doing those bad things to me? I fed and clothed you. I treated you well. I worked hard to pay your deficits. Tell me, what did you used to repay me? You have paid me back with evil. I fucking hate you, and I will never forgive you.”
“I feel bad about selling you. I regret doing all those bad things to you. I regret hurting you. Please, forgive this father of yours,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“You never feel regret. You were only trying to be remorseful because of the pain you were going through. All you want is to use me to escape from here, and I will never allow that. You must suffer more than when I am here,” I had declared.
“You can’t do this to me. I’m your father, and you’re my daughter,” he had cried out. “You must forgive me, no matter what I did to you as your father. Don’t try to be an ungrateful child. I’m your father. I named you Ava.”
Hahahaha. “Were you threatening me? Answer me, who the hell were you to tell me that? Were you my father? Were you my real father? Because I knew a father would never treat his daughter the way you treated me.”
“Tell me the fucking truth, Mr. Garcia. Were you my real father? Did you give birth to me?”
I began to study his expression. He was speechless, not by my sudden attitude, but he was shocked by my question.
“What are you talking about? If I wasn’t your father, then who else? I was your father. I gave birth to you. “My wife, your mother, she gave birth to you,” he mumbled. He was lying through his teeth.
“Oh, then tell me. Why did you maltreat me like that? Why did you despise me?” I asked the lying monster.
“I never despised you.” I knew that everything I did to you was evil, but please forgive me. Forgive me for my evil deed. I was your real father, and I regret hurting you.”
I’m not sorry to break this news to you. I knew already that you weren’t my real father. I already knew who my father was. So stop lying to me. I fucking hate you, Mr. Garcia.
“What!!! Did you know everything already?” he began to sob. Mucus was dripping out of his nose. “I’m doomed. Who’s going to release me from here? I’m sorry, Ava. Please forgive me. Please release me from this place. This place is evil. Mr. Drake is evil,” he disclosed. “I’m so sorry. Please, remember the good things I once did for you.”
Hahaha. I never believed a day like this was going to happen. You’re begging me to forgive you. I remembered the day I once begged you like this not to sell me, but you rejected my plea. You even went as far as kicking and whacking me. You asked me not to call you father. Enough of all this sobbing and begging. I’m done with you.
“Mr. Drake,” I called him.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m here.” I was at your service. What could I do for you? He inquired.
“I’m not here for all this nonsense,” I uttered. “I want you to find me a hefty, enormous guy. I wanted to teach Mr. Garcia Williams a lesson in his life. I wanted 10 guys. Did you have them? Were they available?”
“Yes. Yes, I had them available,” he let out. “I will be back with them.”
When he left, I patiently sat and waited for him. Mr. Drake soon walked in with what I asked for. They were exactly what I asked for.
“Ma’am,” they bowed to me.
“Ma’am? This new name fits me,” I muttered. “Thank you for coming. You were not here for me, but for them,” I pointed my finger at them. “Each of you was to serve these two men here.”
“What are you talking about?” Mr. Drake beseeched. “I never told you I was gay. I was a straight man.”
“I knew you weren’t gay, but you were not in a position to question me. Hello!!! Do what I ask you to do,” I told the guys.
Mr. Drake and Mr. Garcia kept begging and screaming.
Don’t do this,” he screamed. “I once fed and clothed you.”
“I will do just that,” I told him, smirking.
“You evil child, I should have killed you back then,” he screamed. “You have the heart of a demon. I regret not killing you when I had the chance.”
“I will be your worst nightmare,” I sneered.
Mr. Drake crawled and held my feet. “Please, please,” he screamed in horror. “Don’t do this to me. I am scared. It will kill me.”
I kicked him away before he was dragged by the five huge men. I watched them in amusement as they ripped away his clothes. They grabbed his fat, short legs before shoving themselves into his anus.
His screams. His begging. His cries added pleasure to me. My father was never released. They kept fucking him where he was hung. They kept switching roles to fuck him. Mr. Drake was lying on the floor. He was too weak to stand up.
“Get me another set of men,” I announced.
Another group of 10 men came into the room. I walked into the bathroom to get clean water in the bowl.
“Ahh,” Mr. Drake screamed when I poured the water over his head. I said, “He’s awake, you can go on to take your pleasure from him.”
“No. No. Don’t come any closer. Please, Ava. I won’t survive if they keep fucking me. Please,” he pleaded.
They both pleaded for their lives. My heart was shaken for a second, but when I remembered the hell they had put me through, I vowed not to forgive them.
“Do it,” I notified them. I took my seat and kept watching them. I saw blood dripping out of Mr. Drake’s hole. I watched as he fought for his life. I watched as they both struggled to live. This was just the beginning. I would never rest until they got what they both deserved.
The tough men were sweating. They held them by their waists as they fucked them like there was no tomorrow. Before they were done, they both fainted multiple times.
“You guys did a great job,” I said. “I’m well pleased. Now you guys are free to go. You are free from the prison you were trapped in. You are free to take anything you want to start a new life. Also, free all the girls in the cell and tell them to leave and start a new life with whatever valuables they choose to take.”
I waited until no one was there anymore. The guards and everyone left. My ex-father and Mr. Drake were lying on the floor. Their whiffs came out low.
“Good, I liked how they both ended up like this.” I walked inside the bathroom to get a bucket of water. I poured it on their heads. They looked at me with pleading faces.
I announced, “We are not done yet. I’m not yet satisfied.”
I went in search of petrol. I took the lighter from the desk. I began pouring the petrol all over the house, starting from the room they were in. They watched in horror. They could only let out weak screams. They were too weak to walk. They could only watch as I soaked the room with petrol before lighting the fire.
I could hear their pleas, and screams as I walked away from the fire.
“Boom!” I heard the sound of the fire mixed with their screams. I watched from afar as the building burned down to ashes.
Their fears. Their screams. I loved hearing them. I was finally pleased. I had my revenge. Screw them in hell.