There was no one who could save me. I crept back into my room, waiting for my fate to unfold. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the bath, trying to cleanse myself of the dread that clung to me. I sobbed quietly, hugging my mother's photo close, my only source of comfort. The water did little to soothe the ache inside.
After what felt like an eternity, my father's voice echoed through the house again.
"Ava, come down here! Mr. Drake is here. He's waiting for you!" he bellowed.
Clutching my mother's picture to my chest, I reluctantly left the room, shutting the door behind me as if that could lock away the horror.
"Good evening, sir," I greeted Mr. Drake, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Drake, a man in his forties, stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with a sickening hunger, and I immediately felt small under his gaze. He looked me over slowly, taking in every inch of me, and I fought the urge to shrink away.
The way he inspected me made me feel exposed, vulnerable, as though I were standing naked in front of him. His lecherous grin grew wider as he spun me around, examining me like I was some object on display.
"Mr. Garcia, I am very pleased with this... product of yours. You've done well, and if you have any more daughters, I'd be more than happy to take them off your hands as well," he said, his voice dripping with vile satisfaction.
My father chuckled, smiling proudly, as if receiving a compliment on a piece of art. "I only have the one, unfortunately," he replied.
Mr. Drake nodded. "No matter. The deal is done. It's time to go."
I turned to my father, my voice trembling as I pleaded, "Please, Father, don't let them take me. I'll do anything. Don't sell me."
His response was swift and brutal-a sharp slap across my face, followed by a cruel kick to my stomach.
"Get away from me, you little bitch," he spat, as I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
***
A week had passed since my father sold me to Mr. Drake. I now lived in a cold, dirty cell, trapped like an animal. My defiance had earned me this filthy dungeon as punishment, but I still couldn't bring myself to submit. I had yet to meet my supposed 'master,' though that did little to comfort me.
The floor beneath me was freezing, making it impossible to sleep. I lay curled up in the corner when I heard the sound of footsteps. Fred, Mr. Drake's right-hand man, appeared at the cell door, his eyes lingering on my body with that familiar, revolting look.
"What are you doing here? What do you want?!" I screamed at him. "What are you looking for here?"
Fred sneered as he grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me to my feet. "Mr. Drake needs your attention," he said, his breath hot against my face.
My body shuddered on its own. I knew precisely why he was looking for me. I was aware of what could happen if I followed Fred. Meeting that nasty, dirty old man was not a good thing, so I fought back.
"I suppose you'll never learn your lessons. You must have forgotten how you earned the bruises and cuts on your body," he scoffed before dragging me to Mr. Drake's room by my hair.
"No!" I screamed, struggling against his grip, but he only tightened his hold, dragging me to Mr. Drake's room.
When I entered, Mr. Drake's cold gaze met mine. I stood frozen in place, my body trembling. After a long, excruciating silence, he finally spoke.
"Congratulations. From now on, you're mine. My property. My possession. You belong to me, and you'll do as I say," he said, each word dripping with cruelty. "You're my new sex slave, and I'm your master…"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What? What do you mean, I'm your what?" I demanded, anger and fear battling inside me.
His eyes darkened. "You are my slave. You have no right to talk back to your master. Disobey me, and I will make you regret it."
He pointed toward the bathroom. "Clean yourself up and wait for me in bed."
My shivering body pushed its way into the bathroom. When I finished bathing, I was sobbing and clutching my chest. I stepped out of the bathroom. I was choked up with emotion when I saw Mr. Drake in his full glory. His large potty belly scared me off. This disgusting man in front of me will forcefully rob me of my purity. I burst into tears at the thought.
"Come on over!" he commanded, prompting me to abide and rush up to him. "If you listen to me and obey me, I promise to treat you so nicely. I took a fancy to you, which is why I never chose to sell you to another master. You're so pretty," he whispered, caressing my body with his filthy hand.
But I turned him down, sobbing quite loud enough that it could be heard throughout the room. Then, he relinquished his composure. He was a short-tempered man who despised people who disobeyed him.
His patience snapped. "You're mine! All mine." he roared, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward him. "I own your body, and I'll do whatever I want with it. If you choose to disobey me, I will completely ruin you until you know nothing but my name. You belong to me… Your body and soul are both mine, so if you know what is best for you, become a good slave to your master."
"No! Stay away from me!" I cried, struggling to break free, but his grip was too strong. He shoved me onto the bed, tearing the towel from my body.
"Please, leave me alone!" I sobbed, my entire body shaking.
He sneered, his rage evident. "If you don't obey me, I will make your life a living hell. You'll wish you'd never been born."
"Guards!" he called, and within moments, two large men entered the room. I trembled as they bowed their heads to him.
"Yes, master."
"Bring me the chains," Mr. Drake ordered. "Tie her up."
I stood there, naked and vulnerable, as the guards approached. My body was trembling uncontrollably. I tried to cover myself, but it was no use. They bound me in chains, my arms stretched painfully above my head, leaving me completely exposed.
Mr. Drake stepped closer, a sinister grin on his face. "Since you insist on disobeying me, I'll make sure you remember who owns you," he said, his voice cold. "And I'll do it in front of them."
Terror gripped me as I realized what he was about to do.
"Because you want it in a very hard way, I'm going to fuck you in front of these guards. First and foremost, I want to fuck your asshole without first preparing it for sex. That's your punishment for disobeying your master," he grinned as he started to stroke his dick while glaring at me and licking his lips.
"Please, no!" I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks. "I'm just a kid!"
He chuckled darkly. "You're not a child anymore," he sneered, his eyes sweeping over me with vile intent. "You've grown into a woman, whether you like it or not. Stop your pleading-it won't change anything. You made this harder on yourself, and now I've lost any interest in kindness."
"Don't do this."
"I bought you with a large sum of money from your father," he smirked devilishly. "I took a liking to you, that's why I never sold you to some random person, but you didn't appreciate my thoughtfulness and chose to disobey me."
"Please."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Let's not waste any more time."
I lowered my gaze, feeling a wave of dread as the situation became clear. Without any warning, he forced himself upon me. The shock and pain overwhelmed me, and I could barely catch my breath through my cries and pleas. The intense agony left me feeling helpless and broken. I cried out and begged before collapsing from the immense pain I was feeling.