Chapter 11

Ava’s POV (Flashback) “You’re mine, slave. It does not matter if you spurn me. I’m going to whack and break you. I’ll inscribe my name in your brain.” I was heartbroken, with tears in my eyes and pain etched all over my face. How could my father sell me to Mr. Drake, and then sell me to Mr. David, an old man in his 60s? “I have to educate you about the manner of sex slaves I need,” he stated. He instructed one of his men to bring in one of his sluts to teach me. She smudged her face with a disgusting thick powder and heavy makeover. “Mr. David, you called for me,” she said as she walked up to him. “Yes, I need to tame my new whore. I want her to know slaves are not permitted to defy their master. Slaves are permanently under their master’s feet, and they have no control of their lives because it belongs to their master. So, now on your knees,” he commanded her. She sneered at me as she plopped down on her knees. She unzipped his pants and brought out his cock before sucking on his rod.