Deck of Cards

Day 5- Ava

Nine of Spades- slave for a day all day

Ava's POV

Unlike the other girls that were hidden down the corridors, I knew what was coming and that was probably more scary than the unknown. Everyday when I turned over those cards I already knew what was in store for me, what horrors I would have to face. Until you live it, you can never truly understand how horrible life is in those cells. I had always believed that my father did it for good reasons but after the first day I knew that it wasn't for any reason but his own satisfaction. He was a sick man. He wasn't the father I thought I knew. The father I knew was kind and loving, he adored his family and would protect them whatever it took.

With a heavy heart I turned over the card and narrowed my eyes to make out what it was. It was the nine of spades.  I immediately knew what that was, it was one of the activities that I had been kept in the dark about. Slave for a day. My father had always skimmed over the true details of what the activity involved, I had never questioned it. I never thought I would be the one facing it.

Unlike the rest of the girls, my guard wasn't some brute like the ones I guessed they had. My guard was a young man, not old and fat like most of the guards I had seen as a young girl. They had always been nice to me, I had treated them as my uncles. I knew I could never even look them in the eye again.

The unknown scared me as I was led down corridors that I had played in as a little girl. It brought tears to my eyes that the places that had once been my playground were now my capturer. I saw chalk still stuck in the cracks from where I had drawn on them as a child. These corridors were my home- where were they in my time of need?

I was led into a room I had never seen before in the mansion. The mansion which had housed me from a baby into a young adult. The mansion that was now bringing me to my fate.

I had never been allowed to bring friends home to the mansion, I never really understood why. The one time I brought a friend home, she was gone by the morning and never seen again; my father faked her suicide note and fifty-two days later her body was found in a lake unrecognizable. It only hit me later what had happened to her. I didn't question it, I had learnt that my father was always right. My friend needed to be disciplined and my father knew how to train her. But her death still hurt me, it still caused a dark rain cloud to hover above me. Guilt was a heavy burden on my back.

The room I was led to didn't have a metal door that I was used to seeing, instead it was wooden with intricate carvings. I reached for the handle wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible but my guard placed his hand out to stop me.

"I have to brief you, inside there will be three men. One will take you to a room and you will do whatever they want all day. You cannot argue otherwise you will be punished," he said it so quietly you would have thought he was telling me some dark secret. I nodded in response and with a deep breath I walked inside.

Three men sat in leather chairs, smoking cigars like a scene in a movie, and I stood in front of their wandering eyes. To my surprise, they were all young men- I had expected them to be old millionaires who perved on young girls. The blonde one stood up awkwardly which made the other two sigh, it was obvious that whoever stood up first would get the girl. He didn't look too bad, but I knew that anyone who would want a vulnerable girl as a slave for a day was evil. Insane.

Holding my hand, we entered into a room decorated red. It was obvious what would follow, what my fate would be. He sat on the edge of the bed looking guilty like he knew what he was doing was wrong. Like he had a conscience but I knew that he was evil like the rest.

His hands left permanent marks on me but not physically and that day he took something sacred from me. His brutish hands twisted round me like smoke, scarring my dreams. I felt violated. I felt lost. I felt incomplete. But most of all, I felt anger. Hot rage burned through me as I remembered all the things they had done, not just to me but to hundreds of girls. Their games, their actions. I would stop them if I had to do it with my own hands.

In my cell, I decided that I would survive. Whether it would meant experiencing the devil himself or walking out of that house on all fours. I would survive, just to spite my father. Just so he knew that I was stronger than anything he could throw at me, I was indestructible. He had brought me up that way, now he would come crashing down to the hands of his own flesh and blood.