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I grew up in a mansion. The mansion. my hair is the deepest shade of rose red, my eyes are the iciest of blue and my skin is the palest of white. kind of like snow...

i obey my daddy's every word. misbehavior will result in immediate punishment, mommy tells me not to anger daddy, and i have heard him scream at her to "get me under control". i do not know what it is that i do wrong..

however, i do know that i must stand up straight,

speak properly,

do not talk back,

keep my head high,

do what im told

do not stare directly into the eyes of a commoner,

i must only speak if spoken to,

i cannot talk back,

i stand quietly while daddy is speaking,

i do not listen when daddy is whispering to mommy,

i cannot come into mommy and daddy's room at night,

i cannot leave home without a peacekeeper to watch me,

i shall NEVER talk to an avox,

and many more.

mommy tells me that daddy is a very powerful man, and that he is very busy. that is why he does not have time to play with me, but we have tea sometimes in his garden. what can you do for a little girl like me, who has everything, but feels like there is something missing. something that she doesnt have. something she needs the most..

it is interesting, my daddy provides all of the essentials for me, and extra things like a ballroom full of toys and dresses, maids for anything that i want, cats, birds, a pony, my own library, the latest clothing and shoes, diamond incrusted jewelry, and a bank account over 1 million dollars. but all i really want is his attention and love.

mommy provides it though, she plays with me and reads with me. she brushes my hair and ties it back with a white bow. she tucks me into bed then calls daddy in to atleast kiss me goodnight. daddy promises that he loves me but i do not believe him.

to the public we are as close as a father and daughter could be. too the public it seems as though he doesnt spend one minute away from me. it must seem this way because when we make public appearances daddy would hold my hand and lift me into his arms. i am a daddy's girl, i am daddy's little princess.

i am President Snow's Rose.

present day

"you are late ma'am!" im rushed along down the maze of hallways, and down the stairs to the ground floor. avox's pick and tug on my hair and clothes, fixing any flaws in my outfit. my red hair is curled loosely below my chest. i wear a black skin tight dress with a slit from my thigh to the floor and it drags behind me. there is a black belt around my torso to add a pop of color to my outfit, this is to sybolize that i support capitol fashions, and also to enlarge the size of my breasts. i want to look sexy during occasions because there are always attractive men around.

daddy wants me to find a husband soon so that when he is gone i can become president and reign with whoever i chose to marry.

"you are late" mother says pushing me to the dining hall. we stop infront of the door and she takes a look at me. "ok you know the rules, do not speak unless spoken to, watch your tone, and smile. you are daddy's little princess, you are above them all do you understand" she says brushing her hair over her right shoulder. i nod.

my mother is only 38. my father got her pregnant when she was my age, 19. he was already about 40 years old. she looks just like me, rosey red hair, and white skin. the only difference is her brown eyes. she has a better body than mine, wider curves, larger chest. it must be why daddy loves her so much. every night i can hear them, and everyday mother is covering her love bites with her hair or makeup. i think she's afraid of daddy...what does he do to scare her.

mother hooks her arm into mine and she pushes the doors open. our dinner guests all turn and smile as we head over to them. "ah, my two favorite women." daddy announces smiling warmly. "my beautiful wife Rhoslyn" he says and mom bends over to kiss him, then she takes a seat on his right side. "and my lovely daughter Rubicund" he smiles then kisses my forehead and i take a seat on his left.

dinner passes quickly, it's the same as them all; daddy discusses buisness and politics while a bottle of champagne is passed around, the avox's come in and serve the food and everyone eats and chats away as they please. i recieve a few stares and winks from a man a few chairs down, a district 2 victor, 28 year old Eban Ebbaneza. he won the games when he was 17, he has chocolate brown eyes and a dusty brown hair color. i give him a hint of a smile back and then eat the rest of my food.

afterwards everyone moves to the ballroom for dessert and entertainment. mother takes me with her to sit by daddy, we are never to participate, only to be present for daddy's speeches.

eban comes over and formally asks permission to dance with me just like he always does, and as always daddy excepts. im led onto the dance floor and eban smiles, "hey there pretty girl" he whispers. i show no sign that i am amused, "you are late. your appointment was last week" i reply. he twirls me around and then says, "i missed you too". "you have a job to do and you are lucky i havent told my father that you didnt follow the schedule ." i say back annoyed. " alright so what time does your father give his speech" he asks. " in two hours" i reply and i see eban crack a smile. "so then we have plenty of time" he says and gestures to the exit, "ok. come with me" i say and we head out of the ballroom. i lead him silently to my bedroom and shut and lock the door.

this is not the first time i have had sex, and my parents know that im sexually active. daddy actually gave me eban as a sex toy. he is attractive so he is sold like a prostitute to the citizens of panem. everyone wants him. but he is mine, daddy said so. and eban says he loves me every time he comes, so that seals it.

eban looks around my bedroom in astonishment, and i too, agree that it is a grand thing. he nods and says, "i guess it's exceptional, im used to beds much bigger than this", i am taken aback and he laughs at me. he grabs my waist, "baby i'm kidding". i sigh and reply with, "i do not like it when you joke like that. you are here to work" i pull away from him and walk over to my dresser, then pull out a box and slip a few dollars out of it. "i am a paying customer" i place the money in his palm, "so do not disappoint me". he smiles and puts the money into his pocket.

he grabs me, presses me against the wall and kisses my neck and chest. his hands run all over my body and fumble at my zipper. he pulls my dress down and picks me up by my legs then drops me onto my bed. we have rough and heated sex. i love the way he does me, it's so good! afterwards we lay naked and sweaty in my bed. i have my head on his chest, cuddling into him. "i love you" he says and kisses my lips. "i love you too" i say and smile at him.

eban picks me up and sets me on his chest. "you know you're my girl dont you" he asks touching my exposed body and making me blush. "yes" i reply. "good. dont you forget that" he brings me down and kisses me.

about an hour of kissing later, eban decides we should head back to the party. we redress silently, eban kisses me goodbye and heads out. i stay to renew my makeup and fix my hair. i wash the sweat away and spray purfume on my skin.

someone will be around to fix my bed later.

i head back downstairs and walk quickly until i reach the ballroom door, then stop to make sure i look presentable. i push the doors open and sneak into the room. everyone is spread out talking, and drinking. i casually walk into the room and mom runs up to me, "where have you been!" she asks. "i was with eban" i reply. "no, no, no, no rubicund you missed your father's speech!"

oh gosh im not allowed to miss any of his speeches. i must be present every single time. oh what will daddy say! he is going to be so mad. i sigh, "but i thought he was not supposed to start until now"i ask. "rubicund you know not to leave without consulting with your father or me. there are always changes of plans you know that!" she whispers loudly.

"i am sorry mom, i am very sorry" i say sadly. mother fans her face with her hands and breathes deeply, "he's going to want to talk to you" she tells me. i bite my lip, "where is he" i ask. "speaking with the head peacekeeper" she says pointing to him across the room. "you should go apologize" she says. i nod and then walk towards the two men.

i stand a distance away, far enough to not be in the conversation, but close enough to show that i would like to speak to one of them.

i am noticed and daddy excuses himself then brings me to the hallway. "where were you rubicund" he asks, glaring at me. "i sincerely apologize daddy for my absence during your speech..i was not aware of the change in plans.." he stops me, "where were you rubicund" he asks. "i-i was with eban" i say sheepishly. "ebbaneza" he asks. "yes". "his appointment isn't until next week" he reminds me, dipping his head down to the left as he stares into my eyes. "i know...but he missed his appointment last week".

daddy sighs and licks his lips he way he always does when he is annoyed. "daddy, i-i am so sorry" i whisper, "do not interrupt!" he roars and i jump. "i have not addressed you, so you do not speak!".

there it is. he is screaming at me again. he is making me feel like he doesnt care.

"launder!" daddy shouts and the head peacekeeper comes in. "yes sir" he asks. "you know what to do". launder smirks happily and takes my arm. "no! daddy please" i beg. mother comes into the room and shuts it immediately so the guests dont see what is happening.

"Coriolanous! dont do this to your daughter" mother orders stomping up to him. they get into an argument while i scream and cry for my mother to help me. launder grabs me and is trying to pull me upstairs. "mom help me!" i beg. i dont want to do this, i hate to do this.

"lets go" launder says tugging me along. "mom please" i cry. mother looks sadly at me, but doesnt move. she wants to, but she cant. i know that.

launder pulls me upstairs after i decide to stop fighting. if i continue to be disobediant, i will be punished more.

if i do not stand up straight, i will have to walk around with books on my head for hours until i do it correctly,

if i talk back, i will be smacked across my face,

if i am disobediant, my punishment will be based off of what i had done wrong. for example right now. daddy did not except for me to be with eban especially since we were not supposed to do it today. because of that, my punishment is rape. daddy says that since i wanted it so badly that i wont mind it being forced on me.

launder pushes me into my room, orders avox's to block the door then locks us in. "launder please" i beg backing away from the man. he smiles and shakes his head, "rubie, you never learn do you" he says unbuckling his belt hand pulling it out of his pants. "plese dont do this. ill be good i promise"i cry. he folds it at the handle and swings it at me, striking me in the arm when i try to block my face. "ow!" i cry. and lower my arm then the belt strikes me in the face. this makes me fall and i hit the floor. "ow! lunder please launder grips me up by my hair and pulls me up until im face to face with his manhood.

i bow my head, refusing to obey what he wants. he rubs it against my cheeks, "suck it" he orders. i shake my head no. "suck it!" he shouts and forces it into my mouth. i cry as he forces me into sex with him. i try to struggle and fight against him so he hits me to keep me still. "dont move!" he commands and throws me into the wall. i wipe my tears and the blood from my cheek when he hit me with the belt. i hear my mother outside the door shouting to be let in.

launder approches me with a roll of duct tape and tapes my arms together. "mom! mom please help me!" i scream at the top of my lungs. tape is put over my mouth and i cannot scream anymore. "maybe now you'll learn your lesson, dont spek unless spoken to" he says and throws me onto my bed. my dress is pushed up and my underwear is cut away. my heart breaks as launder abuses me and enjoys my body. it hurts, it hurt so badly.

"ah!" launder shouts then looks under my dress at my private. "I think I might have just gotten you pregnant" he smiles then continues to pound me. pregnant! no! i am not allowed to have children until i am marred. now i have to face another punishent.

my door bursts open and mother runs in. "get off of her!" she shouts and tugs launder off of me. he would never dare hit my mother so he obeys. "you dity bastard, leave us!" she shouts. launder grabs his clothes and leaves out, chuckling.

he slams the door shut and mom starts to free me from my restraints. she is sobbing and so am i. when im free i fling myself into her awaiting arms. "it's alright rubicund it's okay' she whispers into my hair. "why does he hate me!" i cry. i am not answered. she cant tell me daddy loves me, bcause that would be a lie. he does not like me. i know that.

my mother treats my wounds and then carries me to my bathroom to wash the blood from my body. she removes my clothes and sets me in the tub of warm water.

"why would he do this mom" i ask her. she sniffles and sits beside me on the edge of the tub. she places a wet rag on my cheek and i flinch. "no one should be treated this way, especially not by their own father" she says wiping her eyes. she strokes my hair, "are you okay" she asks me. i look down at my stomach and arms which are badly bruised. i shake my head no then look up at her with teary eyes.

"why does he do this to me mom" i ask again, "honey. your father is very particular, he wants things his own way" she starts off sadly and rubs the back of my head like she always does. "what does that have to do with hitting me and getting men to rape me" i cry. "...he doesnt want you" she confesses and cries. i stare at her quietly. i knew it, i knew he didnt want me. but why!?

"he always wanted a boy, someone to reign when he's gone.", "so why am i alive then" i ask. "because he needs you to give birth for him incase i dont give him the boy he wants". "why havent you, i hear you guys almost three times a week" i say, blushing with embarrasment. "i have been on birth control, because i honestly dont want to have a baby boy, especially now that your an adult and can bear your own children. i want your father to realize that he has a child and he needs to accept it" she says firmly wiping away more blood. "dont ever tell him that" i say. mother gets punished as well. if she breaks any rules daddy enforeces on her he will hit her, or lock her in their room. i dont want that for her.

maybe if i give daddy a grandson he will finally accept me and love me... "..dont have a baby, i'll do it" i say bravely. "no rubicund i cant have you do that", "for you mother" i whisper and shift a bit in the water, my legs are falling asleep. "i do not want you to do anything you dont want to. i will get pregnant and give daddy the baby boy he wants. maybe he'll love me then" i say to her. this makes mother cry all over again. "im so sorry rubicund. i ask him everyday to show you care and love but all he does is tell me to give him a baby boy. that is all he wants." she shuts her eyes. "mom do not cry. tell daddy that i will have a baby for him" i whisper reaching up to gently caress her face. she nods and then sobs into her hands.

it's my job now. i must give daddy the baby boy he wants to make him happy. hopefuly doing so will warm his heart and i will not have to suffer through this life anymore. maybe he will be easy on me and love me the way a father is supposed to love his daughter.

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