The Rise of the Red Queen

9

I was told thank you multiple times by each of the eight business owners that agreed to my terms. It was quite simple they get to control their business and keep it's profits while I am a silent partner who has the right to use the company name to invest under while owning their company. I will pay for the face-lift of their current shops or the new place they want to move shop to. I will cover the rent for those who rent their facility and are struggling to afford it. I will also be funding advertising for each to bring in more business. If they were to need funding for any reason they are to get ahold of me. The lawyer I had come oversee everything was baffled that I was basically paying for everything they need with nothing in return beyond use of the company name for investment and all rights to anything acquired of the investments made. We had went to Jasper's and Darius's penthouse to stay the night.

So with all the paperwork in hand I walked into the first investment manager's office of the day. Santiago stepped forward saying he had an appointment. We all then followed as he was escorted to an office. It was there that Santiago stepped aside letting me step forward. This is how the start of each meeting took place. Overall I had the investment managers place several investments in different companies some under each company I obtained the investment rights to. After we finished the meetings they commented that I needed to eat. So they went and got me a happy meal to take back to the penthouse. I took it upstairs to the master bedroom and set it on the nightstand before climbing into the ridiculously high bed. I left the happy meal on the night stand untouched for a few hours before I took in downstairs and put it in the kitchen garbage. I took my medicines that sat on the kitchen counter before going back upstairs.

I laid back down in the bed for I don't know how long before whatever line I've been walking on snapped completely. My mind was swarmed with every negative thought that I've had. I could hear my mom telling me that I was worthless, a failure, a mistake, and that I deserved it. I could hear my rapists taunts of me being a whore, slut, trash, and that I was just begging for it. I could hear my depressed thoughts magnify that they didn't want me, only with me because it would benefit them, that they didn't love me, and that they could never love me. It was like a tsunami of insults degrading me. It was overwhelming me. I tried to shut off that part of my brain but it just made it worse.

I only new one way to quiet my head when it was like this on my own. I got up out of the bed going down the stairs to the kitchen. I couldn't focus on anything. It was like I had tunnel vision as I got the knife. I turned around knife in hand and went back to the master suite. I went into the master bathroom stripping out of my pants before going into the huge walk-in shower. I sat on the cold shower floor as I brought the knife to my inner thighs. I made one cut at a time until my wrist was grabbed and the knife was taken from me. I couldn't focus on anything but the blood coming from my thighs as the negative thoughts took every part of my brain completely.

It wasn't until I felt a hand wrapped around my neck securely did I blink. That millisecond snapped me out of my head. I looked up crying out "Daddy," as I started to cry. "It's going to be okay sweetheart," Andre soothed not letting go of my neck. I jumped when I felt something touch my legs and tried to look but my head was kept in place by someone's grip on my hair. "You are going to be our good girl and let us take care of you sweetheart," Andre ordered. It was like magic as my head cleared of all the negative thoughts and my body sagged against them. "Sweetheart did you take your medicines tonight?" Andre questioned. "Yes Daddy" I answered verbally not being able to move my head. "Good girl sweetheart. What did you eat last?" Andre asked. "Chocolate," I responded. "That's good sweetheart. Can you tell me what you ate the last four days and how much of it you ate?" Andre inquired. "A whole happy meal with Theo before the doctor, a snack baggie of chocolate chips when Viktor took me, a few bites of yucky soup in the cabin, and chocolate from Mrs. Jenkins candy shop," I answered honestly thinking that was a lot compared to the week before that. "Good girl sweetheart. We are going to put bandaids on your boo boos and get you changed. Then we are going to feed you something for dinner." Andre stated.