Mr. Drake

Ava's standpoint.

Humiliated.

I lay tiredly on the bed. Mr. Drake had left me after fucking me like a whore to bleed. He didn't care if I stayed alive or not. I am his slave, after all, he can decide to keep or end my life. This is the life my father wants me to live. Despising me to the point of selling me to the devil. I never thought I would know what it would feel like to be in hell, now I do.

I sluggishly pulled myself out of bed. His guards had unchained me when he was done with me. Of course, he comes every time to abuse me and leave. He knows I will never agree willingly, so this is what he does. I got to the bathroom and let the water fall on my skin which hurts like hell. I heard the door from the room open and close a while later.

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