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Ava’s father towered before her, glaring, gripping a heavy rod, and Ava whimpered at his feet.
“Please don’t kill me. Please!” Ava pleaded. She held his legs and stared up at him, trying to stir sympathy in him, but all she saw were angry eyes and furrowed brows staring down at her. “Father, please don’t kill me. I vow to be obedient.”
He whacked her with the rod, as though her words infuriated him. He struck her again, and again, until the rod tore her skin and blood trickled from the cut.
Ava cried, screamed, and squirmed like a worm as the pain spread through her body. “Stop,” she cried. “Please stop. Forgive me. It hurts.”
Her father grabbed her hair and clenched it tightly, until it hurt like he wanted to rip her hair off her scalp. She cried louder and tapped his arm, silently begging him to let go, but he refused to grant her any comfort.
“Hey, wake up! Wake up, Ava!” Oliver yelled, shaking Ava, and her face was scribbled with lines of worry.
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Chapter One.
Ava.
Pain
I jolted out of my sleep, shivering and covered in cold sweat. I wiped some sweat off my forehead and felt an instant headache.
“It’s okay, Ava,” Oliver mumbled as she caressed my back, making me more relaxed. “You will be fine.”
Oliver was my best friend, the only one who stood by me when I was at my lowest.
Yes, life hadn’t always been easy for me. I was the only daughter of my father, William Garcia, so I was expected to have a life filled with everything I wanted – love, toys, sweets, and everything nice. My parents loved me dearly, and they did lavish me with gifts. We weren’t rich or poor, but we were satisfied with the little we had.
My mother, Patricia Glory Garcia, was gorgeous and elegant. She loved my father, despite his average looks and the little money he possessed. She loved and protected her family. I had always enjoyed the warmth and love my parents showed me for being their only child.
But one day, everything changed.
One day, when I was just ten, an incident altered my life. The beast I never knew existed in my father’s heart eventually surfaced. Suddenly, my lovely father became the source of my misery. He became a monster, the reason I cried all night. He tormented and tortured me since that day, and any time I protested, my father would slap me and accuse me of killing his beloved wife.
“Get your ass here now, bastard,” my father yelled.
My entire body shuddered, and I was terrified. Despite my father torturing me day and night, my body resisted adapting to the suffering, so I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to respond to my father's call.
"Father," I called, still shaking as I approached him.
"How many times have I told you not to ever call me father again, bastard?" He yelled. "Tell me why you deserve to be my daughter after killing my wife." He squeezes my face hard before hauling me to the floor and slamming my head on the wooden chair.
I hiss… It was painful. Despite the fact that my forehead was covered in blood, he assaulted me. He began punching me and calling me various derogatory names. When he punched me, I never complained because I knew it was best not to dispute with him. With him, rebellion signifies the end of my life. By the time he was finished with me, my body was covered in wounds and bruises, and I found myself in a pool of blood. He scoffed when he realized the condition I was in.
"Thank God you’re still alive because you’re still useful to me. Being alive is more important to me than killing you," he said. "Go wash your body. Mr. Drake will be here to pick you up soon."
I trembled when I heard what he said. This cannot be. He's not going to sell me, is he?
"Are you deaf?" he demanded.
What? He is dead serious. I looked at his face and cried.
"No, no, father, no, I will be obedient. I will go to any length to satisfy you. Please don’t sell me."
"I have always told you never to call me your father again," he yelled passionately. He roared and hurled sticks at me.
"You said you'd do anything for me?" he asked, sneering evilly.
"Yes, I will, Father. I promise to do anything for you," I said, feeling relieved that I had changed his mind.
"All right, I suppose it’s time to fulfill your commitment to your father. I owe Mr. Drake some money that I am unable to pay him back, so I chose to sell you to him, and he offered me a high price for you because you are gorgeous and exquisite."
My pupils dilated. Why? How can he do this to me? I’m aware of Mr. Drake’s profession. "No, please don’t sell me as a s*x slave, Father."
"What!! You just promised to do anything for me, didn't you? Are you trying to go back to your words? Be obedient, b***h, you had no say or choice regarding this matter. Dress properly. I'm sure you'll find a good master quickly because you inherited your mother's beauty," he said, smiling.
My sobs echoed around the room. My father liked to gamble. I worked my tail off to pay off his bills, but it was never enough. He had plans to sell me as a s*x slave to him.
Oh! Mother, I should be on the other side. Why did you make things so tough for me? Why did you come to my aid? You destroyed me by abandoning me to this monster. My tears were uncontrollably flowing. I was shivering and clawing at my father's feet, begging and telling him that I would get more jobs and work hard to pay off his debts, but all he did was kick me and scoff at me.
"I received the remaining funds from him, and I also paid off my debts. So, be prepared to serve him, my darling, beautiful Ava. Serve your master well."
"Okay father."
I got to my feet. Even if I cried and begged for help, no one could rescue me.
I crept back into my room, waiting for my demise to come.
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