A Queen and Her King

The past pt2

Mathew El Bridget photo above

My mother was a poor woman but she was peaceful and content with the little she had.
Then she meet my father. He was rich, smart, handsome and he loved her. They spent 2 months together and then he just left.
A six months later my mother heard he got married and she was seven months pregnant with me.
She couldnt bring an unborn child to a man that might not even remember her, she didnt want to burden my father so she raised me herself.
We didn't have much but my mother loved me and I loved her.
When I was 5 my mother became sick. She would cough up blood and tried to hide it from me but I knew.
When I was 6 she collapsed and was rushed to a hospital. I waited with her in the waiting room, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement. She gave me a smile every now and again but it never reached her eyes. I could tell she was in pain. After waiting for some time a nurse came to the waiting room with a grim expression on her face. She said we couldn't afford the hospital so my mother couldn't be admitted.
I took my sick mother back home with tears in my eyes.
After weeks of begging and pleading with her she finally called my father.
She explained the situation and how we needed his help.
He sent people to pick us up and take us to this huge mansion.
Not before some doctors came and did a DNA test.
I meet my father for the first time and I could tell he was happy. He was standing next to a beautiful lady but it didn't look like she was fond of us being here.
I also meet my step brother Louis (5) and step sister Voilet (8).
We were there 4 years when my mother collapsed again and was put on bed rest in the hospital leaving me with a hateful step mother.
One night when I was crying myself to sleep as I usually did Louis came into my room and healed me as he often would. This time he kissed me and I pulled away.
I told him we cant do that kind of thing after all we were brother and sister. He got angry and he started squeezing my breast ( I know she's only 10 but if you look at her pic you'll see she has huge breasts, that doesnt grow over night) and he pushed his hand up my dress. After he finished he then left the room. He didn't rape me and I was thankful for that.
I went to the hospital the next day and told my mother. She didn't even look at me, she said I had to do what was necessary to survive, that it was necessary for me to keep everyone in that house happy and if that ment becoming someone's bitch then so be it. She said if I ran away I would burden my father and if I told anyone they would say I was laying and kick me out. She also said she need to survive and the only way that would happen is with my father's money and she looked after me long enough it was time to repay the favor.
I ran out of the hospital crying, that wasn't my mother, that wasn't the loving caring woman that raised me and if thats all she could say then maybe thats what I had to do.
There was no point in telling anyone else, my own mother didn't have a single comforting word.
I didn't visit her after that and then she a few months after she died.
Louis came to my room every night and did the same thing. It was never pleasurable for me. It hurt and sometimes I would bleed and my breasts would hurt from all the pulling and sucking. He said I had to call him Master or Sempi.
When I turned 12 things became more drastic.
He would make me wear a collar and eat from the floor naked.
He would tie me up and wip me (it was a lot like S&M). He told all his friends I was his bitch and he could do anything to me. From time to time he would videotaped our sessions and have me watch them as he fingered me.
It wasn't till I was 14 that he started fucking me, making me suck his dick, etc.
When I was 15 I was finally saved.
Voilet saw how Louis grew strangely attached to me and she noticed several violent markings on my body. I would always say I fell down. But one night she saw Louis go into my room and after an hour she followed. She came into the room unannounced and stood in the doorway with tears in her eyes.
I was tied to the bed, tears rolling down my cheeks, a cloth in my mouth and Louis on top of me.
Violet rushed in and slapped Louis off me. She untied me and took me to her room. I told her everything and she shipped me off to west genesis.
My father never found out and my step mother confessed to knowing.
And for 9 years she did nothing.
Violet thought moving as far away as possible would help but I was already damaged.
I told myself when I got to West Genesis I would do my best to fit in and make lots of friends.
When I got there I meet amazing people but when I shook their hand it sent a weird tingle through my body. It was like disgust, hate, anger and pain running through me but I just ignored it.
When I got to my room I meet my roommate. She bounced off her bed n hugged me.
The feeling multiplied and I jus wished it would go away. I closed my eyes tight and in seconds I felt something hot on my face. When I opened my eyes I was holding a large blade and it was tainted with blood.
I looked at the roof and closed my eyes. Not wanting to look at the ground or to see what hot liquid was spreading across my feet.
Finally I built up the courage and looked down.
There laying on the ground was the butchered body of my roommate.
I fell on my knees and tears ran uncontrollable down my face. I just couldn't stop crying but the worst part was I wasn't crying because I killed someone. I was crying because it felt good.
After that I became cold, heartless and disconnected.
I became the Untouchable Queen.