March 19th, 1997

Castle Byrne

Ballisodare, Silgo Ireland

1400 hours (GMT +1)

"Father you can't do this to me! Please father no! Please don't do this! Just let me go!!!"

"SILENCE YOU WRETCHED BASTARD! I AM NOT YOUR FATHER AND IT SHALL BE DONE!"

The lord of the castle roared. His anger could be compared to the wrath of god in the eyes of all who lived within the castle grounds.

'The lord was a man! And what men said goes! No woman was to speak against them!'

This is the motto of the castle's lord who kicked the woman away from at his feet. She rolled back from her position on hands and knees a few feet away, curling into a ball to protect her midsection from more attacks. The Lord merely grunted before turning on his heels and walking off to find his wife and daughters to smother them in gifts and love.

Lord Byrne was a stout man in his 50's with no sons, only two daughters and a bastard girl child. With a pudgy nose and a hairline receding back to the 1400���s, his brunette locks now thin and stringy. He was the true definition of a hideous ogre and his wife was much uglier than him.

No one else was in the hallway where the young woman cried, begged and pleaded for him not to sell her. To not make her a sex slave. To take her back as his first born child. That's right! She was his first born and legally too!

Avelina Byrne, the daughter of his first legal wife. Though more commonly known as Ava Jones. After her mother's passing and the integration of the step-mother, her life became worse than that of an actual bastard child. She was the only maid who had to clean, cook and prepare everything for her step-mother and step-sisters. Worked to the ragged bones to which no one but one man aided her.

As the woman laid there silently crying and pleading to the god above to save her, the man who always helped her came in minutes later. He gasped at the sight of the woman he loved in her current position, dropping the cloths in his hands to aid her. Effortlessly, he picked up Ava and took her to his chambers. On the way he got his cousin to take over his job with the cloths, holding Ava close and comforting her. Till they were hidden away in his rooms where he could take care of her better.

Everyone knew of Lord Byrne's disgusting act of selling Ava as a sex slave to a mafia family in Dublin. They were disgusted but could not rival against him nor his wife and daughters. Everyone were bound in shackles to this man simply due to their ancestors who worked for him family for generations. They could only leave when they die and are even forced to do unspeakable acts as entertainment for the family. But this was the worst of it all, to sell his own blood like this.

Fedor Voznesensky was the most angered by it. For he was in love with Ava and her, him. He was the only one to openly befriend her and take care of her. Said male hadn't known of this dilemma until today when Ava cried into his chest and begged him to save her from the hell she would face soon. His features darkened considerably and the large Russian male was ready to murder the family, especially Lord Byrne himself for it but Ava hates violence. He couldn't hurt her precious heart that way. His sweet woman who cried for almost everything but smiled brighter than the sun.

"AVA!!!!!"

There it was the shrill scream that always broke their peace and quiet. The six foot three man huffed one annoyance as he let his woman go so she could attend to her step-mother's needs. However, he was truly angered by it all. How could he possibly save his love from a life of torment? How could he do anything?

Meanwhile, Avelina had trudged towards Lady Byrne begrudgingly. Knocking once, she entered the room only to have a white cloth thrown into her face. Gathering the material in her hands, she saw it was a simple white flowy dress. She admired it for it was the cleanest and nicest piece of clothing she's ever received. Yet she was snapped out of her stupor by the sounds of chains moving to look up and see one of Lady Byrne's maids setting chains and a collar with a leash on the dresser table. The older woman was smirking maliciously then sneered at Avelina to hurry up and change.

In a matter of minutes, Ava was changed and shackled so she could not escape even if she tried. Her slightly tan body and raven hair was washed with strawberry scented products, rubbed down in shear butter and her hair was set in an intricate braid. Her emerald eyes did not glow as they normally do but were a dark colour full of hurt and betrayal.

(A/N: Umm so apparently there's a word limit so I'll split this into two parts)