15. Ava

15

AVA

Expensive black cars line the cobblestone horseshoe drive. Men dressed in custom tailored suits and women dripping in jewels flood Kiel's estate. I've watched them arrive in droves. Thankfully I have viewed it all from my upstairs window. Fortunately, I've been left alone aside from a meal delivery; it smelt divine when it was delivered early, and yet I couldn't stomach eating a single bite. Why gorge on the luxurious meal, when the unknown of tonight's festivities could have my dinner making an unexpected reappearance?

Shaking my head, I watch another couple gracefully climbing the wide stone steps to enter and enjoy Kiel's twisted hospitality. I could only hope that he forgets about me and his party rages on without me, but I know it won't happen.

Kiel's edict comes back to me. I know he has cultivated a role that I will be forced to play and hope that I would just have to be a trophy on his arm. But after weeks in his deranged presence, I can expect that tonight will push me to the edge. I just pray that, whatever edge it is, I can somehow bounce back.

So lost in my internal musings, I don't notice that the quiet woman from before is walking to me with new clothes hanging over her forearm.

"I'm here to get you ready, miss." she whispers in softly accented English. I nod and stand.

"What do you need me to do?" She ushers me toward the bathroom.

"Bathe first. Some of this may be a little uncomfortable, but it's what Signore Kiel wants." My ears catch on Signore. For the life of me, I can't remember what language it belongs to. I decided to play my hand at being dumb and ask.

"I understand. I won't make this difficult for you. Your accent is lovely, by the way. What language do you speak? Spanish, Portuguese, Italian?" She purses her lips and raises a delicate eyebrow, indicating I have failed at playing dumb.

"I cannot talk to you about such things. Please be silent so we can both live through this encounter. Disrobe, please." I nod before tossing my clothes to the shiny white marble floor. Noting the bandages covering the still healing wounds on my stomach, she gently removes them, as though I was a child. As the scabbing wounds are revealed, she glances up to my face. I can detect the questions in her eyes, but watch as the concern slip away into an indifferent mask while she turns to place the bandage on the counter. I take this small moment in this opulent bathroom in this house of hell, that at least one person has a soul and cares, even though she shouldn't.

She gestures for me to step into the bath. The heat of the water is instantly soothing. In the next instance, the woman is drenching my hair with a cup. While it's a little odd, it's also extremely comforting for someone else to wash my hair. Lost in the sensation of her firm hands cleaning my scalp and hair, I don't notice her stepping back.

Her tone is brusque. "Towel off, then please lay on the bed. This will be the uncomfortable part." She softens the demand. "And I'm sorry. But it must be done." I frown at her and clutch my towel tighter against my body.

I feel my eyes narrow, whispering "What are you going to do to me?" She rifles through a bag I hadn't seen her carry in.

"Signore Kiel insists that your private area is waxed. I do not know why, and I do not question him." Turning her back, she plugs in the wax warmer and patiently stands there as it heats up.

"I really don't want that." Clutching at my towel as if it was a lifeline, I take a tentative step back towards the bathroom. My eyes never leave her face as I consider locking myself in the bathroom to avoid this unpleasant task. The woman's eyes are pleading as she stoically stands before me, a trapped victim.

Hoarsely, she croaks: "He will kill me if this is not done. Please let me do my job." Shit, I can't have this woman's blood on my conscience, I've already been through so much, I don't want her to pay for my insolence. My body slouches as I concede to her ministrations.

"Thank you." Gratitude shining in her eyes, she gestures to the bed. "You can lay your towel on the bed and lay atop it." I do as she requests, while she bustles about setting her things up. "I've done this many times, so I'll try to make it fast." That reassures me a bit, as I lay bare before her. I've never had this done before, but I've heard that it hurts. A laugh almost slips up my throat at the thought. It may hurt, but there's no way it compares to anything I've endured in the last few weeks.

The wax is warm against my skin, then tears spring to my eyes as she rips off the first strip. True to her word, she works quickly.

"You have a new scar here," she says. "It might hurt more here, be ready, yes?" I nod my understanding. Yes, there is a scar. It looks healed when you gaze upon it, and yet, the scar is sensitive and at times hurts. It's a painful reminder of my time in the basement, of the person who fucked me and left me to this monster.

She places the strip over the scar. I squeeze my eyes shut preparing for the pain, yet a shocked gasp still leaves my parted lips. More tears gather in the corners of my eyes at the stinging fire that is left behind after she rips the strip away.

She presses a hand onto the newly exposed scar, thankfully easing the pain temporarily. "I'm sorry, that was the worst, I promise." She sounds genuine. I nod with unshed tears in my eyes. I can't blame this woman for anything. I suspect she's a victim too. When she finishes the wax, she hands me a skimpy piece of black lace lingerie.

"What-" I begin, but quickly remember that I can't ask her questions. I shake my head, swallow heavily and slide it on. I walk over to the mirror. My entire body is on display. This scrap of fabric doesn't cover the essentials. I turn back to her and see she is holding another piece of fabric. She hands it to me. I shake it out, revealing a sheer robe. I slip it on. Glance back at the mirror, a sigh of relief slips out. This flimsy robe blocks out my figure. I quietly thank her profusely. Satisfied that I'm being compliant, she guides me to the vanity. I stand there whileshe quickly and efficiently applies light makeup to my face.

"Bella," she says softly. It was almost a whisper on the wind, as though it wasn't meant for my ears. I smile gingerly at her, but it goes unnoticed as she's too focused applying the last bit of makeup. My hair is still damp, but she leaves it alone.

"I think it's lovelier down and more natural. We will leave it." I nod, thanking her again. She quickly and quietly collects her things before heading for the door.

Reaching out, I grab her arm and gently ask her: "Wait, please. What's your name?" She comes to an abrupt halt, first looking at my hand on her arm, slowly bringing her gaze to mine.

"Bianca, signora," she whispers as she walks to the door and walks out.

I look at my reflection in the vanity mirror; a stranger looks back at me. Who is this woman? The woman in the reflection looks comely and kind. She doesn't appear to be a woman who's been abducted, with a lifetime of emotional damage, a woman that has been forced to pleasure her captor at his every whim. She looks like Ava, the girl before this nightmare began. But I don't feel like that Ava, I feel like...

My head snaps up at the sound of my door opening. I'm thankful that the monster interrupted my whirlwind of thoughts before it plunged me into the abyss.

Kiel stands in my doorframe, a spawn from hell wrapped in an expensive tailored suit. "You look beautiful." He politely offers a hand to me, as though he was a pure gentleman; what a joke. "Let's go." I stood immediately, having learned my lesson last time. I gingerly take his hand.

"What are your expectations of me tonight?" I demurely ask. The pleasure that passes over his face at my question makes my stomach twist.

"You're on my arm tonight, but you will entertain my guests as well. These are my investors. I'll be showing them my new product tonight, so I need their favor." I nod, although his instructions are abstract at best.

We continue walking down the elegant and opulent corridors, until I hear the murmur of voices ahead of us. Kiel pauses outside of the dining room, an unhinged smile creeping on his face as he reaches for the ties of my robe. My hands twitch with the need to stop him from exposing me to this unnamed guest. He freezes for a moment, catching sight of my ill-advised movement, eyes snapping to mine as a dangerous gleam enters them. I freeze as the predatory glint takes hold. He finishes his task, allowing the silk robe to hang open, giving his guests a glimpse of what he considers his. My serene mask slips as my brows furrow with his actions, but I know better than to argue. My belly twists again, more nerves and nausea take hold as I follow Kiel into the room.

"Friends!" he exclaims. His voice booming throughout the expansive room grabbing every single person's attention. The room instantly quiets.

"Welcome to my home. Please partake in food, wine, and good company. We'll have a demonstration shortly, but until then, mi casa es su casa." He gestures for me to stay at his side as we walk toward the dining table. I suddenly feel the heavy weight of the crowd upon me.

Chatter begins to flow as we pass by, and I know deep in my gut that I am the topic of their conversation. My stomach rolls as I meet the stares of hungry men. The need to shower hits me like a freight train as the feeling of pure disdain rolls off the elegant women scattered throughout the palatial room. Kiel politely hands me a glass of wine before grabbing my ass cheek, a subtle claim for all to see. He roughly pulls me against him.

"I can't tell you how it feels to know every eye is on you," he roughly murmurs as he squeezes my ass to the point of pain. That dark glint reappears as he licks the side of my face and growls against my lips. "But you belong to me." He claims my mouth. His lips are hard and unyielding and so very wrong. I comply. Why? Because I can't embarrass him in front of his guests by pulling away.

"You're such a good girl," he groans against my lips. I paste the sweetest smile on my face, in the hopes that this pleases him. It must, because he kisses me again. I stay by Kiel's side while his guests mingle and eat, but I don't have to say much. I'm more of an ornament for people to lust after and gossip about. Once the guests have finished their luxurious multi-course meal, the waitstaff appear out of nowhere and flood the room. Rapidly and efficiently clearing off the dining room table.

"My guests!" Kiel's voice booms as he clasps his hands behind his back.

"I know you are all anxious to see my new product in action." He laughs. "It's unlike anything I've ever made before!" He claps, snaring the attention of everyone in his audience. "I can't tell you how pleased I am by the results." Kiel's voice becomes slightly manic, his excitement coming through his words. "And tonight, I have created the perfect presentation to exhibit what my drug can do and why you want to join me in this business venture." His smile is faintly crazed as he delivers the punchline. "I know you'll all enjoy."

Kiel snaps his fingers, but nothing seems to happen. Then, I feel it, a needle pierces my neck, and a dreadful realization dawns on me. I am the presentation, that the contents of this needle is not the good stuff, the stuff I crave. In the next instant, my body goes limp as the paralysis consumes me. The mysterious person who injected the drug swoops me up before I can hit the floor.

Kiel's arm swings out as he gives the crowd the information they have been craving all night. "This is Ava. She's my personal companion. But tonight, she is yours to sample." I'm so happy that I can no longer see the faces, not sure I could handle seeing the dark intent of the men and the curled lip of the few women splattered about.

Kiel's voice booms: "She's grown quite accustomed to this particular product, and I can assure you, she won't and can't put up a fight." His booming laughter is heard around the room. "Her limbs are completely paralyzed. This particular product maintains this symptom for hours !"

The frenzy of excitement he ends his statement with twists my stomach in horror. Noise erupts in the space as men force their way to the front for their turn is deafening. As I'm deposited on the table, a puppet for their pleasure, my robe is shucked off so I'm presented to Kiel's benefactors in the lingerie. I'm forcefully yanked forward so that my ass cheeks kiss the edge of the table. In a cruel twist of fate, a cushion is placed beneath my head so that I now see every person who approaches the table. There are so many that I can't even fathom the true number of men who have eagerly pushed their way to the front to participate in this evil debauchery. Dear god, will I survive this?

"Charles, I believe you were first in line. Why don't you take the first dip?"

An elderly man approaches the table, quickly jerking his penis out of his crisp dress pants. A cry of displeasure builds in the back of my throat, but my lips are frozen only allowing a guttural sound to push forward. This stranger prods his hard penis towards my entrance while running his cold, paper thin skin hands along my body.

As this aged stranger roughly thrusts into me, over and over again, I feel another innocent part of my soul fracture and slip away. That fracture deepens and grows as each new face steps up and roughly thrusts their cock in me over and over. I know that tomorrow I will feel each and every bit of what they are doing to me.

A fucked up thought passes through my brain: I truly hope that the amount of semen that has been pounded into me has created lubrication for those that have yet to take their turn, and maybe prevent any more damage then what has already been done. These men, these monsters, are ripping my vagina to shreds. They are pinching, twisting my nipples and so much more, hoping to glean a reaction, proving Kiel failed. He hasn't. I know this, but they are testing the sample as Kiel requested.

I have no tears to cry. My body is not mine anymore. I don't even know how long or how many, and I don't want to know. Kiel stands next to me as each man steps forward. Once each one has finished, he whispers words of praise before the next man steps up. As I watch another man tuck himself into his crisp Armani pants, I have a moment of pure terror. Knowing that not a single man has bothered with protection because I'm just a simple whore for them to use. What if I contracted an STI? I guess, it's a silly thought. I don't plan on living long after this.

Just as the last man leaves, the crowd parts, revealing a young muscular man. His confident stride eats the space between him and my prone body. His cold lifeless eyes travel from my toes to my exposed pussy where they take in the devastation of those before him. He finally meets my eyes, and once our gazes connect, a determined, malicious glint sparkles to life as a smirk graces his hard, unyielding lips. His demeanor screams ‘I will break you and bask in every second of it'. An unexpected sliver of fear takes hold, but there is nothing I can do. Nothing but pray that the monster who owns me won't allow his guest to cause permanent physical damage to his favorite toy.

Kiel continues to whisper what he considers sweet nothings into my ear until his guest stops just short of the table and begins to unzip. There is something about this man that lets me know he'll be the one to break that last shard of Ava into pieces.

His eyes never leave mine as he pushes his pants down far enough so his penis springs forth. He slowly glides his hand up and down his shaft, leaning forward until our noses touch and whispers: "I only wish that it was you and me … so I could fulfill my fantasy. I wonder how much would it cost for Kiel to give me you and his magical product for a night?" His harsh brow raises. In that moment I wish I could rip his face off.

Pulling back, he winks at me. In the next moment, I feel excruciating pain as he takes his nails and pinches my clit, slamming into me. I lay motionless, tears sliding down my cheeks as he rams into me over and over. He never relents his hold on my clit. His other hand reaches up, pinching and twisting my nipple so hard it feels like he is going to rip it from my body. My body continues to rock back and forth with his aggressive movements. I mentally plead that he is done quickly. Minutes go by and he continues his torment. Back and forth between my breasts, he's resorted to painfully pinching and slapping my clit, all while keeping up his bellicose thrusting.

The others had been so revved up that they were eager and moved on quickly. This one seems to truly enjoy tormenting others. I feel the wetness building in my hair from the tears leaking down my face. My body will be bruised and battered tomorrow. The table shockingly holds for his ministrations. However, the amount of liquid beginning to pour from my sweaty body has me sliding backwards, away from him. He growls in frustration and, to my complete horror, Kiel walks behind him, reaches around him, and grabs my legs, wrapping them loosely around his guest's waist. The cherry on top is when Kiel continues to stand there, holding my legs in position while his guest continues testing out his sample.

The beast in front of me is spurred into action by Kiel's generosity, ramming into me harder and harder. There's a sharp pain in my clit as he pinches and pulls it from my body. My eyes widen, snapping to his only to almost piss myself with the amount of pure hatred that seeps from them.

"Good, I have your attention." He leans closer, then maliciously whispers: "I want to look in your eyes as I spill my cum in the fucking whore that Cal left behind."

A startled gasp puffs from my frozen lips as his words find their mark. Tears pour like a river from the corners of my eyes. What little hope that was there seeped from my veins. I was truly left to this hell alone. As this evil man groans his satisfaction and spills his seed deep into my body, I pray for death.