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Chapter 5

Ava’s POV

I flinched back when he grabbed my hand. My entire body was in pain.

“What do you think you’re doing, slave? Are you trying to defy my order again?”

“No! No, Mr. Drake. Please leave me alone. My entire body hurts,” I pleaded.

“Let go of you? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to go back on your words? I thought you were a changed person now. I thought you’ve ratified your new identity, why do you always provoke me?!” he roared at me.

This time he was scorching, simmering with rage, and he was flinging me a deadly gaze, plainly indicating he was dissatisfied with me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he stood up from the bed and started walking towards the door. He slammed it shut behind him.

Oh, no! I’m dead… He’s mad at me.

***

I was alone, lonely, and miserable without no one to care for or love me.

My eyes widened when I saw Mr. Drake open the door. He was holding a heavy iron whip.

“No… No! That’s going to kill me!” I shouted with fright.

“It’s time for your punishment, slave,” he said, sneering at me.“Get ready. This is what I use to punish a hardened delinquent criminal like yourself.”

“Please, don’t! I-I’m sorry,” I said with a trembling voice. My body was shaking as I was nearing my demise.

He gave out a vicious giggle and said, “This is your punishment for defying me and my orders.”

He gradually began approaching me. He punched me first before whacking me.

“D-Don’t kill me! I beg you!” I pleaded, fearing for my life. “I vow to be obedient, master! Please forgive me and stop beating me.”

He never listened like he used to. He smacked me with the iron whip, and I screeched. The whip slashed my skin, and blood trickled from the cut.

“Please, forgive me, master! Let me go.”

The pain was unbearable. It hurt a lot. I was feeling low. All I could do was scream and plead for him not to kill me. I screamed out loud, wishing the suffering and pain would end already. My words were filled with anguish because they could be heard throughout the room.

“Please, stop!” I whimpered. My tears smudged my lashes, blurring my vision.

“Cry even harder, baby. Your pain brings me joy,” he said with pure hatred as he continued to whisk me away.

His eyes glowed with rage. He was planning to slaughter me.

“You, whore! You were always a cause of annoyance in my life. If I don’t tame you, no one will be able to tell the difference between the master and the slave.”

He was enraged. If he kept beating me like this, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to survive. The torture was even worse this time.

“I am aware that I’m a slave. Please forgive your slave!”

I finally mustered the courage to refer to myself as a slave. I was shattered. I was damaged beyond repair.

“Slave!” he mocked. “You’re begging me to spare your dog’s life. Why don’t you think twice before disobeying your master? Why won’t you let me touch you peacefully? Do you think I’ll pardon you so easily? I want to give you the punishment you will never be able to forget in your lifetime.”

“I know I’m wrong, master… Please forgive me! I’m zero, and I’ve realized that I’m nothing more than a lowly slave. I’m your sex slave, and you’ve taught me to always obey you and make you happy. I promise I’ll never defy your orders or make you unhappy again,” I vowed, twitching and frail. I was beginning to give up.

“Well said, slave. You should know your place and who you belong to. Slaves are meant to satisfy their masters. You are my property, my chattel, and I own your life. You are my slave. You are mine to ride, mine to exploit, mine to possess, mine to command, mine to fuck or mistreat whenever I want, and mine to rule and control,” he remarked, grabbing my chin. “I am your master, your supremacy. I’ll mount and dominate you, do you understand? You are impelled for me, your body is only meant for me, your cunt is only meant for my plaything, your torso is only meant for my shaft, and my rod is only meant to fuck you day and night. Whenever I am pleased or wish to, you have no say in the matter. Just make your master happy.”

“Y-Yes… Yes, master,” I responded, and he finally put a stop to my punishment.

There was blood everywhere. It was a bloodbath. It would take a long time for me to recover from this, and it would certainly leave scars on my body.

***

Mr. Drake’s POV

I honestly didn’t know if rebellion was part of that damn girl’s life. Was it difficult for her to accept her new life as my slave? Was I that bad?

I was never a bad master. I liked her so much and planned to take good care of her, but she was deliberately making things difficult for me. She was making my life a living hell. She was trying to kill me. It wouldn’t harm or kill her if she was devoted to her master. I despised it when a slave proved clever or preyed on my intelligence.

She promised me she would never disobey me, but she kept breaking her word. Again and again, I purchased her at a high price from her father, but she never caused her father any trouble, so why me, her master, she never lets me touch her peacefully or fuck her easily?!

I liked her because, unlike the other bitches, she was innocent and pure, but she was adamant, unlike the others who crawled under my feet. They did everything they could to make me feel good. Why is she proving different? She’s just like the rest of my bitches! She’s a slut.

Damn it! She was frustrating me. I’d do anything to tame her and make her never oppose me again. She is nothing more than a mere slave, my sex slave, and when I’m done fucking her cunt, I’m going to gift her to all of my guards and sell her for a high price when the time comes.

***

Ava’s POV

I lay motionless on the bed. My empty stomach made a loud noise, and I tasted salty tears on my dry lips. I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of the door closing.

He was back.

He walked over to me, his filthy hands creased all over my bloodied skin. He leaned in close and breathed hot air into my ears. He should die to relieve me of my inhumane life. It would put an end to my misery.

I raised my head and looked him in the eyes. He never stopped staring at me with his perverted eyes. His lustful gaze roved shamelessly across my body. I could see evil in them, and I knew what he wanted to do. I was worn out from fighting him.

“You’re awake, slave,” he whispered.

My suffering will never end if I stay with this demon. My only means to end my agony is to flee away from this hell. I must evade this place, even if I had to crawl. My memories of my mother were becoming hazy in my mind. Mr. Drake had broken me beyond my imagination.

I was drained. He ruined my life. I just stayed on the bed, not moving. Moving made my injured body hurt even more, and I cried and cried throughout the night.

I didn’t flinch, nor did I dare utter a word as his hand roamed all over my body. I was sure I’d survive this hell.

His thumb swept over my cheek, and he nibbled my lobe, his mouth teasing my ear. I was overwhelmed, mentally and emotionally exhausted. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

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