CHAPTER FOUR.RYDER.Pacing relentlessly and -for the umpteenth time- checking my wristwatch, I was growing more impatient.It's been two hours since the disaster of a party. Father has ordered me locked up in my chambers, away from any interactions. He wouldn't even let me speak to that Roland - guy, who'd been rushed to the hospital over a minor shoulder dislocation, courtesy of Red's massive claws.Father thinks I've lost my mind and I might attack another random victim, but he was wrong about me attacking 'random' victims.The man had something that was calling out to me. He was no random victim, he was attacked for a reason…the scent.Right now, I got the scent stuck in my head, and staying in here was driving me insane. I needed to be out there, demanding that I see this…Hara. I was dying of curiosity about what she might look like, and how she could be able to arouse so many things in me, with just the whiff of her scent. If she was indeed my mate, then I can't help but wonder
CHAPTER FIVE.ONCE ABUSED. NOW LOVED.RYDER.Alpha Zed was trembling so much that his knees gave out and he was bowing, with his face pinned to the ground.“Please spare my life and that of my people, Alpha Prince!“ He wailed, rubbing his two hands frantically.I wasn't paying attention to his theatrics. In reality, I was still lost in the words he'd said when he rushed in. They were too heavy and hurting to comprehend, and they were echoing inside my head.Did he just say Hara's missing? How's that even possible? It makes no sense. I couldn't help but think of it all as a scheme; of course, he wouldn't want me taking the mate of one of his people, so he thinks he can feed me this thrash. I'll be damned if I believe this bullshit!My angry strides closed up the distance between us and I stomped hard on his fingers, crushing those little things underneath my foot.He cried so loudly I thought his warlords outside would come rushing in. But they didn't, they wouldn't dare come in here u
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
Helpless: Chapter 2. I crawled back to my room, waiting for my death. I stripped naked and bathed before my father shouted my name. After an hour, I heard my father's voice. "Ava, come down here before I go there to drag your ass. Mr. Drake has arrived!" he exclaims. "He's been waiting for you!" I shut the door behind me after grabbing my mother's photograph. "Good evening, sir," I greeted him as I walked up to him. Mr. Drake approached me. His lustful eyes sparkled. He was in his forties. The way he looked screamed pervert. As he took my hand in his, I shivered. He looked at me as if I were nude in front of him, his eyes moving up and down. He whirled me around, scrutinizing every inch of my body before nodding. He was overjoyed. "Mr. Garcia, I am really delighted with your goods. You’ve done an excellent job. I don’t mind; if you had more daughters, I’d be more willing to buy them," he whispered. My father laughed. "You compliment her so well, and I’m sure her master will be
Rape is mentioned in this chapter. If you are under the age of 18, please skip. Remember, I strongly object to such brutality and rape.*** The next morning. I woke up in excruciating agony all through my body. My anus is very painful. Everywhere is painful. My soul and body were in pain. I was no longer bound in shackles. I couldn’t believe my darling father had treated his once-adored daughter in this manner. I’d been putting up with his violence because he made me believed that I was to blame for my mother’s death. He has abused me since I was a teenager.I was still thinking about my father when I heard a tremendous bang on the door. Everything around me came to standstill. He’s coming for me again. As I faced my terror, I shuddered.Mr. Drake scowled and murmured, “Good morning, Love.”“What exactly __ do _ you _ want?” I shattered, my hands covering my body.“Guess what I want, love,” he grumbled.I was terrified and wept, attempting to get away from him. His eyes were filled wi
CALL ME MASTER BITCH.***Quotes. "Of pain, you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain, there are no heroes" I was heartbroken, and scared. I had a lot of anxiety. I was worried, I felt weak, and I had no idea how I was ever going to come up with strength. But I just closed my eyes and took a blind leap. I knew I had to get out of here. Ava's standpoint. I woke up groaning and still confined with the chains. I felt so terrible. The memories of Mr. Drake torturing me last night flickered in my mind. I was completely a slave to him because he never once called me by my name. My life was not the same again, but I should never accept what life offers me. This is not the kind of life and happiness I wish for. I despise the life I am living now. "Oh… Oh! What do we have here? You are finally awake" I hear a mocking voice beside me. "Yes,” I respond. I am exhausted from revolting against him. He's not human.
Hell. I flinched back when he grabbed me right in my hand. My whole body hurts. "What do you think you are doing, slave? Are you trying to defy my order again" he yells."No__ No Mr. Drake, just leave me, all my body hurts" I whispered. "Let go of you. WTF is wrong with you? Are you trying to go back on your words? I thought you are a changed person now, I thought you had accepted your new identity, why do you always provoke me?”He cries out at me. This time he is scorching, simmering with rage, and he was flinging me a deadly gaze, plainly indicating he was dissatisfied with me. I will be right back for you, he said, as he stood up from the bed and started walking towards the door. He slams it shut behind him. OMG, I am dead… He's mad at me. ***I am 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 an iron whip in his hand. "No___ No___ No____ this is going to kill me," I screamed. "It's time
Ava.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. They despised 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. Maybe he sent someone to come to check on me again. It felt like I should not go out anymore. If there was a way to end my life right now, I would do it with no hesitation. I got out of the bedroom and met a tray of food and water on the table. I scoffed. He brough