AN: I'm finally back with another chapter. Thanks to Alma Oakley for all the support, and I also want to thank those of you who took the time to read this story. I know leaving feedback can make people nervous, so I'm grateful to you taking the time to read it. I think for the most part the story will be in Daphne's point of view. Occasionally, I might write from the point of view from other characters. Hope you all like this one.
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The girls helped me off the bed. Both of them needed to support me. I could barely walk from soreness and exhaustion. I never thought a walk down the hallway could seem endless. We finally made it to their room. They helped me undress. While the water was running, I used one arm to hold onto the sink and brushed my teeth with the other. I was helped into the tub. "We'll leave to give you privacy, okay?" "No. Please don't leave me alone. I need you here. I don't want to be alone." Magenta nodded and both of them stayed. I sat down and hissed when I felt the sting of the warm water between my legs. The water turned slightly pink. It was no doubt from the blood. "Are you alright?" "No. I'm really fucking far from alright. I just want to get this over with and go to bed. Please." I washed and conditioned my hair first since it would be the easiest to wash. It was a different matter for the rest of my body. I didn't waste any time washing Frank's disgusting lipstick off of me. It almost made me retch. When it came time for the worst of it, I couldn't go through with it. "I..I can't, you guys. I can't handle this." "Yes, you can. I know the soap will make it sting worse, but only for a moment. Then it will be over. We need to have a look again to see if Frank has done any major damage. Since you were bleeding, I couldn't tell. Go on." She gave me a reassuring smile and I gently scrubbed between my legs. I couldn't hold back the tears. "I know it stings darling, but it has to be done." I finally finished and Columbia wrapped a towel around me. They help me dry off and get dressed. They put the pajama top on me and Magenta sat me down. She helped steady me so I wouldn't fall over and told Columbia to examine me. I couldn't bring myself to spread my legs and sobbed. "It's okay, hon. I'm just gonna look. I won't do anything else I promise." I nodded and let her see. "How bad is it?" "I can see nail prints on each thigh. It looks like there's some minor irritation from penetration. The blood was probably from the nail prints and your hymen being stretched. There's no need to worry at all. You just need a few days. You're gonna be fine, sweetie. It's not uncommon to feel sore after the first time you have sex. Since you weren't enjoying yourself and didn't want it, you weren't relaxed enough and it hurt. Frank didn't take time to prepare you or give you time to adjust, did he?" "No, he just thrust into me all the way." Columbia rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Yeah, he can get aggressive. He usually takes his time with virgins, though. I wish I could say he won't sleep with you again, but I'd be lying. He'll probably be more patient next time. At least it won't be as rough." That didn't make me feel any better, but if that's her way of coping with rape, I couldn't fault her for it.
They helped me finish getting dressed and into bed. "Daphne, I need to tell you something. I know you're wondering why we're all so complacent aside from Frank being a prince, especially after what's happened to you. The reason we're so passive with him is because if he is disobeyed enough, he'll dispose of anyone who is closest to the person he's trying to control. Eddie wasn't only killed because of being charismatic, or disobeying Frank. It was also because Columbia would be easier to control. If any of us step to far out of line, I have no doubt Frank would kill me and Columbia. I would say the only reason he wouldn't kill Riff is because he needs help with his creations, but I'm not so sure. If he completely loses his temper, he could kill Riff too, which would leave you alone to suffer from Frank's abuse. We all need each other. We can't let anyone suffer alone. At least we can lean on each other when we need to. I need you to know we never meant for any of this to happen because while I've told you the consequences in the past, I need you to know they go beyond abuse and rape." It was all so fucked up, but I understood. "Good. Now you can take this with some water and get some sleep." "Will you stay with me?" "Of course. We'll stay and keep watch the rest of the night." "Okay. Can you make me some oatmeal for breakfast?" "Sure." It wasn't long until I fell asleep.
AN: I know this chapter is short, I'm sorry. Life has been rather hectic lately.