Chapter 7- The Torture

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A few years went by, the only activity that seemed to occur when Ava-grace grew up was simple ones such as growing up, she was treated as a second class citizen, a slave almost. She would make sure the men in the house were comfortable, lived happy life. If her work was not completed properly she would be punished, she would not get fed that day. However, if her work was done to high standard she would get little rewards like a days rest.

When Ava was at the age of 14 the activities given to her began to get more brutal, her desires turned to escaping whilst her work was not domestic. The men thought she was meant for more than just a domestic outset in life, the men would tie her up with rope and cable ties, making it impossible for her to self defend. The first time, the men tied her up and told her that she did not do her house work properly. This was a punishment. The main member of the four men wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled his hardest to make her scream in agony. The thrill of dominance overtook his actions, he began to undress the girl by cutting her clothes and ripping them off of her, Ava-Grace understood what was happening now, she began to scream louder and louder, her face turned a blood-red and her tears cascaded off of her face.

She began to shake vigorously trying to untie herself from the podium, standing naked the girl gave up, her initial thoughts of fighting back now seemed impossible, the monster began to thrust. Silence hit the girl's emotion. Nothing. No fight, no tears, no screaming. Just the silent pain and displeasure. Somehow the men did not care, they got a slight buzz feeling of this silent emotion. They took turns, passing her around as if she was a rag doll.

The men began to act as if they were animals drooling over their next meal, the silence discontinued, the bellowing of the girl started again, the rush of anguish and the adrenaline ravaged through the girls body, she didn't know what else to do, she didn't mean to, she just...

The rope fell to the floor along with the girl, she had managed to untie the rope behind her, the movement was spontaneous, she wasn't supposed to it, it just happened, a body dropped, no stumble, no hesitation.


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