Ava’s POV
I lay exhausted on the bed. Mr. Drake had left me after f*****g me like a w***e to bleed. He didn’t care whether I stayed alive or not.
I was his slave. After all, he could decide to keep or end my life. This was the life my father wanted me to live. They despised me to the point of selling me to the devil. I never thought I would experience what it was like to be in hell. Now I do.
I sluggishly pulled myself out of bed. His guards unchained me when he was finished with me. Of course, he came every time to abuse me and then leave. He knew I would never agree willingly, so this was what he did.
I went to the bathroom and let the water fall on my skin, which hurt like hell. After a while, I heard the door to the room open and close.
Perhaps he sent someone to check on me again
