Page 34 of Capturing Ava
How could I possibly know that I had just made a deal with the devil.
Sitting on the streets where I belonged, no family to turn to. It was a sorry state to be in at only fourteen years of age. I would cry, but I don’t think I had any tears left. There wasn’t even any shelter. The rain pounded down, and if I didn’t die from pneumonia, perhaps I would die from loneliness.
I didn’t think you could die from a broken heart because if you could…I would already be dead.
The tears fall down my face, but I’m not sure you’d notice with the torrential rain that pounded down in the night’s dead.
“Now, why does a pretty young thing like you look so sad?” I hear his thick Irish accent. With rapid eye movements through my tears and the rain, my head raises to meet his cold blue eyes. “Hello darling, what are you doing out here alone? You’ll catch your death.”
“One can only hope.” I utter through the tears that still fall.
“Why aren’t you at home?” He asks, but I don’t answer. Apart from anything else, everything inside of me is screaming for me to RUN, but I don’t. I sit there looking up at the stranger, trying to assess his intentions.
He brushes his hand across the stubble on his face. “Oh, you don’t have a home.” He speaks out loud as if he’s just had an epiphany. “You know, I have a daughter about your age.” I squint my eyes at him. “I’m sure you will get on great. Would you like to meet her?”
I should’ve said no. I should’ve placed my trust in my intuition. That’s what it was there for, right? To warn you of situations likes this.
“I can give you a hot meal and a warm bed for the night.” The sick feeling turns around my stomach the moment those words leave his lips. “I promise you’ll be quite safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you. If you come home with me, you’ll always be safe.”
The queasy sensation remains, but it seemed he had no plans to leave either. “I understand you don’t trust me, but I can’t leave you out here alone. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He holds out his hand. “So you’ll be doing me a favour.” He smiles.
Sensing nothing but coldness creep across my soul as he takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “What’s your name, little darling?”
I half contemplated giving him a fake name, but why would I need to do that? I was just an orphan, down on her luck. “Ava,” I mutter.
He shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you, Ava. I’m Nikoli.”
Nikoli wasn’t the friendly man I had first thought he was. I had spent many nights crying in my room. I wish I had a time machine so I could go back. Go back to that night when I should have said no. It was impossible for me to foresee what he had planned for me.
The first few years were a breeze, and the estate that I now called home was exquisite. It was a beautiful colonial building that housed the most expensive art; I loved looking upon the great masterpieces from artists long gone. It evoked a sense of nostalgia for places I had never seen. I had met Audrey that first night; she was everything he said she was and when they were done with me; she was the one who would come to my room to console me.
He said nobody would hurt me, but that was a lie.
I was sixteen when Nikoli came to my room one night. I remember it because it was the night it dashed forever, my hope that decent people existed in this world. My door opens. I should have pretended to be asleep, but I’m unsure if that would have deterred him. Nikoli took what he wanted and when he had it, he deemed it as his. As he owned you, he often told me how I was his most prized possession, but I wasn’t an object. That always confused me, but I would find out that’s all I was, his possession that he owned. That he could do what he wanted with. A possession that he would never let go.
He sits on the edge of my bed. I notice the bed moving beneath me as he occupies the space. In a slight incline, he sweeps my long hair aside and stares at me in the dimness. The identical gaze I had strived to avoid as time went on. His eyes always had lingered a little too long on my body, but I had ignored it. He had saved me, after all. Why would he want to hurt me?
“You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, Ava.” I say nothing. “I’ve waited two years. I didn’t have to. I have shown you kindness by resisting you.” He was saying things I didn’t understand. He pulls the covers from my body and coldness creeps across me and it’s not from the room—it’s from him. “Now, let me have a look at you.”
His eyes trail across my body, and I see his tongue flick across his lips. I wasn’t sure if he needed a drink, but common sense told me not that. Not that at all. As I become aware of his hands moving across my breasts, brushing against my nipples, I know this is wrong. It doesn’t feel right. “Please, don’t,” I beg him.
“Shhhh, don’t worry, little Ava, I won’t hurt you.” His fingers move across the vest, brushing across my nipples until they form into hardened peaks. “Oh, good, very good.” He gasps. His hands crawl down my body, lifting the vest over my head until I’m lying there with no top on. Quivering because of the cold and my understanding of what is going to take place in this room.
He runs his fingers all the way down my stomach until they are hooked beneath the band of my shorts. I shake my hand, but once again; he promises he won’t hurt me as he drags my shorts and panties from my body. His eyes light up as he sits there just looking at me, exposed for him.
He spreads my legs and I’m helpless to do anything. All I can do is watch him and hope that he comes to his senses and stops, but I’m not that naïve. I know he will not stop. He’s been waiting for this. “So pretty, such a pretty girl.” He smiles. His fingers move between my legs, and I can feel him rubbing my pussy at first, “please don’t,” I cry. “Please stop.” This doesn’t make him stop, this causes him to rub faster. My breath is erratic, and a sensation travels through my body that I can’t grasp. “That’s it.” He gasps. Faster and faster, he rubs my pussy. I sense a sudden jolt of electricity traveling through my body, and then something unusual takes place. I feel wet. “Oh god, yes.” He moans. “The next one will be better.”
The next one? I had thought this horrendous experience would be over but I was soon going to find out I was in for a long gruelling night with Nikoli, he may have waited two years but he would make up for it with the horrific acts he displayed on my once innocent body.
He spreads my legs wider, looking down as he looks where he had just been touching me. “You never touched yourself before?” I shake my head. “Did that feel good?” Once again, I shake my head. “It didn’t?” He displays a confused look on his face. “The first one is always the worst one.” Somehow, I doubted that. Grabbing my knees, he spreads my legs wide. “You look so beautiful, my pretty little girl.” He sighs as his eyes look between my legs. “You are the best thing I ever found.”
“Nikoli, please,” I beg. “You don’t need to do this. We can forget this ever happened. Please don’t do this.”
“Silly girl. I want to do this.” His fingers move across my pussy, and I feel shame when a moan falls from my throat. “Ah, there you go now. It feels good. I’m going to make you feel even better.” I shake my head. I feel a finger enter me and my body fails me once more. My back arches and gasps fall from my lips. “Yes, that’s it, my pretty little girl. You cum for me.” I shake my head. But his finger twirls inside of me, making my body feel alive, pushing me to the edge before a scream falls from my lips and once again the slick wetness crawls out of my body.
“You cum so fucking good for me.” He mutters. He rubs my inner thighs before he spreads my legs as wide as they can go. “That’s right, you open up for me.” I’m not sure what else he could do, but then I see his head dip between my legs. I feel his hot tongue glide up and down my pussy and I feel ashamed because I don’t want this. I know I don’t want this, but it feels good in a bad way. His mouth comes down hard against me and his tongue enters me, thrashing around. “Oh god,” I cry out. “Please—fuck, please.” His fingers move across my clit faster and faster while his tongue massages me. “Oh—my—god,” I scream. “Nikoli, no, stop, it’s wrong.” I cry with tears crawling down my face. A rush of heat and desire spreads across my body. His tongue flicks deep inside of me. My hands push his head into my pussy as I scream out, feeling my legs tremble. The whoosh of wetness thrashes out harder and faster this time.
His head comes up and I see him lick his lips. “I knew you’d be delicious. My pretty little girl. See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” My body shakes and tears fall down my face as I sob. He moves up my body, his hands moving across my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples. “So, young. So ripe. All mine.” He smiles. “You feel so good. Now stay still, pretty girl.” I watch as he undresses. “Please Nikoli, please don’t do this.” He never says a word as he lays his body across mine. “I know I said I wouldn’t hurt you.” Fear shoots up my spine. “But this part hurts everyone, at least for the first time around.”
