5. Ava

5

AVA

The cold is always what hits me first. I'm so tired of being naked, but I'm even more tired of being awake. Every time I'm awake, I'm afraid. And I'm so tired of being afraid.

I have no idea how long I've been here. There aren't any windows or outside noise to give me any clues either. My spine and my skin where the straps hold me down are on fire from laying in this position for so long. I need to use the restroom, but I'm afraid to ask.

Trying to focus on something else proved to be hard because of how hyper aware I am of my nakedness. They're keeping the temperature so low, it feels as if my nipples are perpetually hard. I listen to the rattling of the AC and the subtle dripping noise from behind me. There might be a sink somewhere close, but I can't be sure. The water drips steadily. For a few minutes, I forget where I am and how badly I need a restroom.

My temporary peace is broken as one of my doors flies open and the wide-eyed man strides into the room. I freeze and fight to keep my face still so that he won't know how terrified I feel. He smiles at me as if I'm his favorite person in the world and pulls a chair to the bedside.

"How are you today, dear?" He seems excited today. For some reason, this scares me more. He frowns a little when I don't respond and pushes my hair away from my face.

"You are very important to me Ava," he says, voice suddenly gentle. "I didn't anticipate it. You always intrigued me, but now you actually mean something. I have incredible plans for you, and you're going to perform them beautifully."

His eyes have taken on this strange light again. I remember the first time I witnessed it. I squeeze my eyes tight as the memory of his blade floods my mind. He cut into my flesh over and over, and I remember asking him to kill me. There was no pleasure like I had felt with Cal. There was only fear like I had never experienced before.

"Eyes open, Ava." I ignore him and keep them closed. A second later, my nipple is being twisted and pulled. I gasp, eyes involuntarily flying open at the painful sensation.

"Much better," he murmurs, and lightly traces my nipple with his fingertips. My eyes well with tears as he watches my expression. "As I was saying, you are very important to me and to my future endeavors. You are mine, now, and it's time you come to terms with that." I have no idea what he's talking about, and I open my mouth to ask him when his hand curls on the inside of my thigh. I gasp, a tear trickles down my cheek.

"Please," I whisper. "Please don't." I didn't want to beg him like this, but any remnant of my pride is out the window.

"You're mine, Ava. I will treat you as such, and you will behave as such," he says firmly as he spreads my slit. The cut on my vulva burns as I feel it open again. Tears are flowing freely now as he circles my clit.

"Please," I choke out. He doesn't respond as he drives a finger into my opening. He pumps his fingers in and out harshly and the wet sound fills me with shame.

"Your body wants me," he says, "Can't you hear it? Your body knows who it belongs to." He pulls his fingers out and circles my clit roughly. My body responds to the sensation, back arching away from the bed.

"That's it," he murmurs, eyes fixed on my core. I pull against the restraints as a shameful pleasure builds in my belly.

"Cal will kill you for this," I pant. He grins at me and plunges his fingers into my heat again.

"Callum won't even want you after this." He pumps his fingers in my vagina with one hand as he circles my clit with the other. I know I'm close to an orgasm and try to push it down.

"Who do you belong to?" He whispers, forcing another finger inside me. I whimper, but the sound only seems to encourage him. His actions grow frenzied, but when I don't answer, he pinches hard on my clit. I cry out before dissolving into sobs. "Who do you belong to?" He asks again. When I still don't answer, he draws away from me completely. For a moment, I think my resistance has worked. When I look up, he's watching me.

"I can make this very painful for you, Ava, and I will." His eyes have taken on a predatory glint as he spits into his hand.

"No, no, please," I wine as he forces three of his fingers into my opening. I cry out with burning pain and undeniable, horrific pleasure. I know I don't want this from him, but when he brings his other hand back onto my clit, I know I won't be able to fight the reaction. His movements are vicious, and he asks his question again.

"Who do you belong to?" He growls. I can't bring myself to answer. If I do, I feel like it will officially ruin everything Cal and I have together. God, just the thought of Cal right now fills me with more self-loathing than I've ever felt.

He withdraws himself again, the sudden removal startling me. "I can make you suffer all day, Ava. I'll keep you right on the edge for hours until you're begging me to finish you off. Have you ever felt that kind of pain? Every time you refuse me, I'll stretch you out even more. Even if it means tearing you the fuck apart." He spits into his hand again while I push and pull against my restraints.

The wound on my vulva is steadily trickling blood as he wedges four fingers into my opening. He doesn't look away from my core as I weep and beg. He pinches my clit; the overstimulation is painful.

"Who do you belong to?" He says again. This time, his voice sounds deadly.

"You," I whisper as tears drip into my mouth. He smirks and brings his fingers back to my clit. I instantly climax, the pleasure immediately giving way to nausea. He stays inside of me until my muscles have stopped clenching.

"My name is Kiel," he tells me before standing and walking out of the room, leaving me with my shame.