Hello. Dear

Point of view.

Ava's

“Please let me go,” I pleaded with a bloodshed vision. I was thumping for air to breathe in, while he was compelling a kiss on my lip by force, blocking his ears to my sobs, and neglecting my plead.

“Please stop” I shrieked at the man in front of me. My Master.

“Enough Bitch. He screeches. He kicked me in my gut, and it whacked me hard to the ground. I scream out in anguish, I feel like my bone was shattered. I couldn't control my sob.

“Shut your mouth, bitch” my master punched me in the face. It's hurt. I feel a scalding...