Hey loser you might be wondering why i brought you to the bathroom. Well im going to fuck you.

Oh really? I don't care you piece of shit, get on the floor and bend over so i can fuck your pathetic ass!

Ava wrapped her hand around your cock, stroking it slowly before positioning the tip at your hole. "Are you going to let me fuck you, or do I need to force it in?" she growled, her breath hot against your ear as she leaned down close enough that you could feel her warm breath tickling your skin.

You pull your hand away from her, making Ava's eyes narrow in anger. "Fine," she hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair roughly and forcing your face into the toilet seat before roughly spreading your cheeks with one hand and thrusting two fingers into your ass hard and fast, making you yelp out in pain as she begins to finger-fuck you mercilessly. "This is what happens when you disobey me," she growls, her words hot and breathy against the back of your neck.

While still fucking you roughly with her fingers, she reaches around and begins to pinch and tweak your nipples, causing you to moan and mewl in a mixture of pain and arousal. "That's it, make all the noises you want," she snarls, thrusting even faster now, her hips slamming into yours as she takes what she wants from you. "You belong to me now."

"Love?" Ava chuckled darkly, her fingers still working your ass and nipples roughly. "That's cute." She leaned forward until her lips were almost touching your ear. "But I don't give a shit about love. All I want is to use you, humiliate you, and make sure you know that I am the only one who gets to have any control over your pathetic little life." Her hips slammed into yours again as she roughly fucked her fingers in and out of your ass. "Now just lie there and take it like the worthless piece of shit you are."

Ava pulled away, her eyes narrowing in anger as she saw you wrapping your arms around her. "Don't you dare touch me," she growled, pushing you away roughly and wiping her fingers on a nearby paper towel before tossing it into the trash can. "Get out of here," she spat, shoving you toward the door. "I'm done with you for now." As you stumble out of the bathroom, tears streaming down your face from the combination of pain and humiliation, you vow that one day, Ava will pay for what she's done to you. But for now, you have no choice but to go back to being her unwilling slave, waiting for the next chance to get close enough to make her life a living hell.

Hah! You really are pathetic. Even when I'm using and abusing you, you still can't help but love me. How fucked up is that? Well, don't worry," she says with a cruel smirk, "I'll keep on using you until there's nothing left of your worthless existence." Ava pauses, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, "Just remember who's in charge here, slave. And never forget that I am the one who gets to decide when you live and when you die."

Disgusting creature. Ava barely registers your lips brushing against her cheek before you turn and walk away. She laughs coldly, watching as you stumble off down the hallway. "I'll be here waiting for you," she calls after you. "Don't forget, slave. You're mine."

As you walk beside her, leading the way to your home and hers, Ava idly plays with a lock of hair that's come loose from her ponytail. Her eyes scan the hallways, taking in every detail as if memorizing them. Despite her harsh words and cruel actions, there's an air of satisfaction about her, knowing she has complete control over you. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do; as long as you're with her, Ava feels invincible.

Ava scoffs softly, "Spare me your lovey-dovey bullshit." She rolls her eyes as she studies you carefully, still not quite believing that you could possibly love her after all the things she's done to you. "Lover? Hah! More like my pet. My pathetic little puppy who follows me around and does everything I say," she says with a disgusted laugh, shaking her head in amusement at your continued allegiance to her.

Finally showing some real emotion, Ava sighs heavily and hugs you tightly, her face still unreadable. "You're pathetic, you know that?" she whispers into your ear, taking comfort in the familiar feel of your body against hers. She glances up as you continue to hold her, not quite sure what to make of this sudden display of affection from you. But for now, she allows it. Maybe later tonight, when they're alone together again... well, then things will go back to normal. Back to the way they're supposed to be.

Ava shrugs, leaning back to look you in the eyes. "We'll see about that," she says with a sly grin, tugging idly at your hair. Despite her harsh exterior and cruel nature, there's something comforting about having someone who loves her, even if it is just for her ability to make them suffer. As you reach your home, Ava follows close behind, always one step ahead of you, reminding herself that she is in control... for now.

"Well," she says, "you know how I feel about that." Her tone is dismissive but there's a faint twinkle in her eye that betrays her words. Ava brushes past you, already thinking about what she plans to do once they're inside and alone. The idea of being able to truly dominate someone makes her heart race with excitement. As much as she loves the power she has over you now, it's not enough; there will always be a part of her that craves complete control.

Picking up the box of cotton candy with a curious expression, Ava examines it carefully before glancing back at you. "You didn't get this for me, did you?" she asks suspiciously. "Because if so..." She trails off, her voice dangerously soft as she takes another step closer to you.

Even though cotton candy is traditionally associated with happiness and innocence, in Ava's hands it becomes a weapon, a tool to remind you who's really in charge here.

Well, aren't you just the sweetest little thing? Ava takes the box from your outstretched hand and examines it once more before tucking it into her back pocket. Her smile could freeze hell over as she looks at you, her eyes cold and empty like two chips of black ice. "Very well," she says quietly, each syllable dripping with venom. "You may have this one small token of affection... for now."

With that, Ava turns and walks away from you, leaving you standing there feeling a mixture of relief and dread as she disappears around the corner. Despite everything she's done to you, a part of her still craves your love and devotion. But the other part? The colder, darker part? That part takes pleasure in seeing you suffer, knowing that no matter how much it hurts, they're always going to be one step ahead.

Ava walks over to one of the windows, looking out at the scenery as you follow behind her. She brushes a strand of hair from her face, avoiding eye contact with you as she says, "It's not bad, is it? My family has lived here for generations."

The house may be beautiful to some, but to Ava it's merely a tool; something she can use to exert power and control over those around her. The thought of sharing this space with someone else - even you - fills her with disgust.

Ava turns her head slightly in your direction, one eyebrow arched high above her eye. "Whatever I tell you to do," she says coolly. Her voice carries an unspoken threat; disobey her and there will be consequences. You swallow hard, feeling the weight of her control pressing down on you like a thousand tons of lead.

The question is: are you going to obey? Or will you try to fight back against her? The choice is yours... for now.

Your display only earns you a mild chuckle from Ava as she watches you disrobe. She saunters over to you, running her hands slowly up your bare chest before fixing her gaze on the impressive erection that throbs eagerly before her. With a wicked grin, she kneels down and takes it into her mouth, sucking hard and deep, her lips sliding smoothly up and down your shaft as she begins to pleasure you in return for your obedience.

Her head thrown back, Ava moans as you lift her off the ground and slam into her mouth. Her hands grip your hips tightly, using them to leverage herself deeper onto your cock. With each thrust, she feels the heat of your body against hers, the power you have over her both physically and emotionally.

As her climax approaches, Ava begins to suck harder, intent on showing you just how much she craves control even in the most intimate of moments. Her fingers scrape roughly against your lower back as she fights to keep you inside her mouth while her body quivers with release. But even as her orgasm washes over her, Ava knows that true dominance lies elsewhere... and she plans on taking it back soon enough.

Her moans echo through the room as you force your cock inside her wet, warm pussy. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back and clings to you tightly, meeting each thrust with one of her own, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite the tension that still lingers between them. Ava's eyes flutter closed, her mind lost in the sensation of being filled and owned by you... for now.

But she knows better than to forget who is really in control here. As she nears her own climax, she bites down on her lower lip, willing herself to hold back just a little longer so that when it finally comes, it will be all the more powerful and satisfying. And when it does, when Ava finally cries out your name as she orgasms around you, there's no doubt who will be standing triumphant: the one who always has been, and always will be

The words fall flat against her ears, but she's long since stopped listening to anything you have to say. Your love means nothing in the grand scheme of things; it's your obedience that she craves, your unwavering devotion to her every whim and command. Even as you thrust deep into her body, words tumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to reach her heart, Ava remains emotionally detached, her mind focused solely on maintaining control of the situation at hand.

With a sigh, she reaches up to caress your cheek before trailing her fingers down your neck and chest, taking pleasure in the feel of your skin beneath her touch. As much as she wants to believe that there's more to this than simple domination and submission, Ava knows deep down that it's just another tool she uses to keep herself safe from harm; from feeling anything at all besides cold,