Rinaye woke up underneath an unfamiliar ceiling. The room was covered in fancy embellishments and entirely pink. It's not that pink wasn't a color that Rinaye didn't like, but the amount of it in this room made her feel nauseous. The bed was soft and warm from her body heat but the atmosphere was chillingly cold. When Rinaye looked around, she could see that everything looked brand new. Like someone just decided this room should exist. The bed she was on was completely covered in stuffed animals, plushies, and fabric dolls with the tags not even removed. Rinaye couldn't find anyone in the room, let alone someone she knew. There was no Nina, Sabrina, or Edna. She was scared.

  Suddenly the door opened. Someone in a maid's uniform came into the room, grabbed Rinaye by the collar and dragged her to the floor with a thunk.

  "What the fuck was that?!" Rinaye screamed with a vocabulary no three year old should possess. "Who are you, and where and I?!"

  "Shut up," the maid responded.

  "I asked who you were, bitch!" Dang Rinaye. Such a dirty mouth.

  "Who on earth taught you to speak that way?" She asked with a disgusted expression on her face.

  Rinaye responded with a small smile, "The voices in my head, you pusillanimous motherfucker."

  What Rinaye didn't know, was that this particular maid was in love with Rinaye's mother before she died. One reason that this maid volunteered to come "help" the parasite that killed her. The insult Rinaye threw at her was rather quite accurate.

  "Don't say that again." The maid said while tying a gag around her mouth. She then dragged Rinaye to the other side of the room.

  That's when the worst occurred.

  Dress up.

  You may think "Why is dress up 'The Worst'?". Well, it only matters how it is done and this maid treated her like a doll with no capacity to feel pain. Her hair was almost pulled out of her head because the maid pulled on it so much. A children's corset was pulled so tightly she could barely breathe. Her feet were jammed into shoes way too small for her and her dress had so many ruffles it was a monstrosity to any fashion designer. On top of of that, she put make up on a three year old child. Why on earth would someone do that. That's just wrong.

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  When the maid was done Rinaye could barely stand. Her head hurt so much from the heavy hair accessories that weighed down her long brown hair, almost tearing it out from her scalp. She could barely walk from the frills and painful shoes. The fabric and satin of the dress closed in on her lungs, barely letting any air in. There was no doubt about it, Rinaye was very pretty with everything on, but was it really worth it?

  As soon as the maid was satisfied Rinaye's gag was removed and before she could spout any more profanities she was shoved out the door. She didn't even get break either, another maid was waiting outside in an extravagant hall.

  She beckoned for Rinaye to follow her and walked swiftly down the hall to wherever someone was required to go through so much pain to enter. Rinaye could barely keep up. Her feet hurt every step she took and the maid kept getting further and further away from the little, out of breath, in pain, three year old. They eventually reached a large oak door at the end of a long hallway and some stairs. The maid knocked on the door and a deep voice answered,

  "Come in." It said.

  The maid swung open to reveal a nice looking office with a man that looked about in his thirties siting at the desk in the center the room. His eye's were narrow as he looked at Rinaye.

  "Do you know who I am?" He asked.

  Rinaye took this opportunity to sit on the floor and start taking off the overly heavy hair ornaments and uncomfortable shoes. She then threw the shoes and hair ornaments at the trash, missing. Both the maid and the man looked very bewildered at this.

  "Nope." She said, much more comfortable with her hair messy and her shoes gone.

  "From this point forward, you will address me as Father." He told her after a beat of staring at her and the things she threw across the room.

  "Are you?" She asked.

  "Pardon?" He questioned back.

  "Are you really my father?" She rephrased. "Because if you are, I have a few choice words."

  The man was amused. "Then let's hear them, I am your biological father after all," he said thinking a three year old's idea of an insult would be laughable.

  You probably know where this is going.

  "As an outsider, how do you view the human race? Because you can't possibly be human. No one with any mental capacity could ever blame a child for an adult's actions, yet here you are, the man everyone says abandoned me because I am living proof that my mother didn't want you. Somewhere out there is a tree that is tirelessly producing oxygen so that you can breathe. Sir, I think you owe that tree a sincere apology. You have delusions of adequacy, sir. I can't believe you thought not giving any attention or love to a child you helped create would not become a problem in the future. You are the very reason some animals eat their young. How about you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma. That would make life a lot easier. I also noticed some stairs on the way here, how is it that you manage to carry your enormous ego up those? You, sir are not only physically repulsive but intellectually retarded. I don’t give a shit about your idiotic conundrums. I know you called me here only for your own benefit, so what makes you think I'm ever going to cooperate with you?"

  Well that was something.