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.••Chapter One.Ava.PainI jolted o
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