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,...