Ava’s POV

“Baby girl, I don't need you to like me. All I want from you is for you to surrender yourself to me, for me to be able to fuck and enjoy your cunt as I please,” he mumbled, before hauling me closer to him.

“Mr. Drake, let go. Let go!"

My next words choked up in my throat as he clasps me tightly on my inlet. I am going to break you again and again until you are completely my toy. A sob escaped my mouth. I am going to die.

“Be obedient," he seethed.

“No, please, just let me go! Master."

Fresh air hurried inside my lungs...