Warning: Highly mature. Mature Graphic content. Might trigger something!!!

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The dreams started that night, the same night she was gang raped. Demi hoped it was just a dream when she realized she was about to wake up.

She opened her eyes slowly, only to meet herself in a plane, all tied up like a sacrificial lamb. Her vagina was widely open and she was wearing nothing. The trails of blood from her taken virginity was still there. Her mouth was gaged, there was no way she could call for help. It looked like a private jet. Tears began to fall from her eyes. Now she wished she could undo many things that she had done.

One of the men around noticed her and called the others. "The princess is awake."

A man went into an inner compartment in the plane and another came to her. "Freshly open." He commented.

'how am I here? Who are you people?' Demi wanted to ask but she couldn't.

He spanked her ass hard at once and she cried out. "Still fresh." He said to his mates and they smiled evilly while Demi whimpered.

"Uhm." A tall well built man came out and cleared his throat. "You checked?"

"It's new meat boss." The first man answered.

The Boss smiled and motioned for the men to bring her in.

Demi knew there and then that she couldn't allow them treat her like trash. What does she have to lose anymore, she thought. Except for Reece, all her loved one were gone and it wouldn't be too bad if she went with them. At least, she should die an honorable death.

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Annabelle was at the point of screaming for joy when Demi gave her the job of being her assistant for the business side of the company. She thought it was weird as she said "business side" but decided not to pay attention to it.

"Well again, congratulations." The guy in the suit from earlier came closer to her when she got out of the boardroom.

"Have you met Demi before?" A voice spoke behind her.

She gave a fake startled look to Davison who stood behind her with an unfriendly look. "No."

"Is he one of you?" She whispered to the first man and he chuckled lightly.

"Yes. He is Demi's right hand man."

Annabelle nodded and gave Davidson a grim smile. You are the right hand man and I'll be the right hand woman soon. "Nice to meet you, I'm Annabelle, you can call me Ann."
She'd prefer to be called Ann by people not close to her.

"Davidson, at the boss's service. Although, I still wonder what Demi saw in you." Davidson replied and went off.

"Don't mind him, he's always bitter. I never told you my name." The first guy spoke as Annabelle wondered what was up.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't ask." Annabelle bowed slightly. "What's your name."

"It's Jason Styles."

Annabelle blushed. "Are you by chance related to Harry Styles?"

"Je suis à moitié français, à moitié américain." Jason smiled. "Harry is British."
(I'm half french, half american)

"Wow. I'm full american, I guess..." She trailed off as she remembered her father. He never told her nor gave her clue of where her mother was from.

A ring sounded and Jason pressed a button and answered. "Yes, ma'am?" He listened, then said. "Okay ma'am."

"Let's go in. Mademoiselle is calling."

Annabelle composed herself and went in, followed by Jason.

"Be here now. Don't get on my nerves." She said to the phone and faced them afterwards.

"The preparation for the party is ongoing at my house. I want you to supervise everything and feed me back." Demi said to Annabelle.

"Whh-" Annabelle was about to ask what the party was about but got cut off by Demi.

"You shouldn't ask much questions, just get to work. The company driver will be outside to take you to my house." Annabelle nodded. "And... I hope you have better clothes." She eyed her dress.

The look Annabelle gave indicated the answer that she wore her best outfit today. Demi shrugged, she was going to give her something.

"You can leave. Just make sure you report to me on the development."

Annabelle bowed slightly. "Okay ma'am." Then she left the board room where Demi was.

"Let's go to my office." Demi said and stood up while Jason followed behind carrying her bag.

As she walked to her office, Demi thought of Annabelle. She didn't know why she felt the urge to protect and take care of her. The only sane reason she could give was that the girl reminded her of when she was happy. Before the tragic murder of her father.

"Ma'am." Davidson rushed towards her. "I'm sorry Demi, I had to get something that was why I got here late."

Demi just smiled which shook Davidson. It meant his death was knocking if he continued with his act.

"What's my schedule?"

"Just one thing ma'am before making sure everything is set for the party. Er... A meeting with the prime minister." Davidson said.

There's no need to go to the office then. "Tell the driver to get the car ready." She told Jason to which he responded fast. "Is Ann gone?" She asked also.

"Yes ma'am." He said.

She turned to the private elevator at the back which she used then went out of the building.
"My shades." She asked, then collected it from Jason.

She had to use it because of her reputation. People might start hoarding her on the way because she was famous.
They got into the car and off to the prime minister's house, they went.

The purpose of the meeting was to invite him to the party and ask for more contracts. It was not the first time she had gone to meet the prime minister for contracts, he was always going to give her because of the partnership they had. Besides, Demi was a woman who always got what she wanted.