Chapter 1 Ava

Warning! Warning!! Warning!!!This book is rated 18+, and there is a lot of sexual content and a lot of violence and hatred that might trigger some readers and make them uncomfortable reading this.Read at your own risk, and please, no insults! Be nice."The Lycan Twins' Abused Mate."Prologue Ava’s father towered before her, glaring, gripping a heavy rod, and Ava whimpered at his feet.“Please don’t kill me. Please!” Ava pleaded. She held his legs and stared up at him, trying to stir sympathy in him, but all she saw were angry eyes and furrowed brows staring down at her. “Father, please don’t kill me. I vow to be obedient.”He whacked her with the rod, as though her words infuriated him. He struck her again, and again, until the rod tore her skinAva cried, screamed, and squirmed like a worm as the pain spread through her body. “Stop,” she cried. “Please stop. Forgive me. It hurts.”Her father grabbed her hair and clenched it tightly, until it hurt like he wanted to rip her hair off her scalp. She cried louder and tapped his arm, silently begging him to let go, but he refused to grant her any comfort.“Hey, wake up! Wake up, Ava!” Oliver yelled, shaking Ava, and her face was scribbled with lines of worry.***Chapter OnePain Ava I jolted out of my sleep, shivering and covered in cold sweat. I wiped some sweat off my forehead and felt an instant headache.“It’s okay, Ava,” Oliver mumbled as she caressed my back, making me more relaxed. “You will be fine.”Oliver was my best friend, the only one who stood by me when I was at my lowest.Yes, life hadn’t always been easy for me. I was the only daughter of my father, William Garcia, so I was expected to have a life filled with everything I wanted – love, toys, sweets, and everything nice. My parents loved me dearly, and they did lavish me with gifts. We weren’t rich or poor, but we were satisfied with the little we had.My mother, Patricia Glory Garcia, was gorgeous and elegant. She loved my father, despite his average looks and the little money he possessed. She loved and protected her family. I had always enjoyed the warmth and love my parents showed me for being their only child.But one day, everything changed.One day, when I was just ten, an incident altered my life. The beast I never knew existed in my father’s heart eventually surfaced. Suddenly, my lovely father became the source of my misery. He became a monster, the reason I cried all night. He tormented and tortured me since that day, and any time I protested, my father would slap me and accuse me of killing his beloved wife.“Get your ass here now, bastard,” my father yelled.Today is another day. My torture began. I drag myself from the stairs. My body still aches due to the beating I got yesterday.“Are you deaf? He asked. “I want you to run down here.”My body was shivering, and I was terrified. Despite being tortured day and night, my body refused to adapt to the pains my father inflicted on me, so I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to answer my father's call."Father," I responded as I walked towards him, still trembling."How many times have I told you that you should never call me father' again?" He yelled, "Tell me why you deserve to be my daughter after killing my wife? He screams, clutching me hard on my face before yanking me away to the floor. My head hit the wooden chair.I hiss… It hurt. My forehead was oozing out blood, but that did not stop him from assaulting me. He began to hit me and call me various names. I never rebelled when he was punching me because I knew better than to protest with him. Rebelling against him means my death. By the time he was done with me, my body was full of cuts and bruises and I was in the pool of my blood. He sneered when he saw the situation I was in."Well, thank God, you are still alive because you are still beneficial to me." Killing you is of no use to me than you being alive. He stated, "Go and clean yourself up, Mr. Drake will be coming to get you.I was more shocked than surprised because I knew what he meant."No, please, father, please, I will be obedient." I will do anything to please you. Don't sell me off, father.He roared angrily, "I have always told you never to call me your father again." He yelled as he threw sticks at me. “Will you do anything for me?" he asked, grinning evilly."Yes, Father, I will." "I promise to do anything for you." I replied."Okay, I think it's time to fulfill your promise to your father. I owe Mr. Drake some money and am unable to pay him back, so I decided to sell you to him as a sex slave, and he promised to pay me a handsome price for you since you are very beautiful and gorgeous.My eyes widened. "No, please don't sell me as a sex slave, father.""What!?" "Bitch, did you not promise me just now to do anything for me?" Well, you have no option or say in this matter. Just obediently dress up. "I am sure you will easily find a good master since you took after your mother's beauty," he smirked.My cries and my plead echoed throughout the room. My father was a gambler. I worked my ass off just to pay his debts, yet it was never enough. He wanted to sell me off as a sex slave.Oh, mother, I should be the one on the other side. Why did you make my life a living hell? Why did you save me? You destroyed me. My tears were falling uncontrollably. I was trembling and clawing at my father's feet, pleading and telling him I would get more jobs and work hard to pay his debts, but he only kicked me and sneered at me."I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts." I drop to my feet. No one can save me, even if I scream and yell for help.I crawled back to my room, waiting for my extinction.AN.This is the first chapter of the book. Please don't judge me based on my English. People make mistakes.Correct me with love, and I will be thankful.Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please do leave your comments.