The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) (7 page)

He stepped back, put his cock back in his trousers and
walked away. I stared at the door when it closed behind him, blinking at his
indifference to me.

I had been wrong. What I thought had been a glimpse at
his weakness had actually been my own. I had been stupid enough to think I was different
from any other woman who had sucked on his cock. I had foolishly thought I had
been the only one to ever pleasure him, whereas the reality was, to him I was
just another whore, another woman who gave him pleasure.

My stomach revolted at the twist in my mind, the
humiliation of what I had enjoyed when I should have felt nothing but disgust.

I flung my body round and vomited into the corner of the
room, gagging at the taste when realisation of what I was throwing up hit me. I
crawled across the floor to get away from it. 

Abhorrence found me at the same time I found the scalpel
Master had slung away so easily.

His face was a haze, almost eerie as he stormed towards
me. I tipped my head slowly, my movements stunted but composed.

He really was quite stunning; the power of him both
physical and psychological. His body gave reason to idolise him; strong, lean
and hard. The rawness to him, the perfection of his physique demanded attention
whilst the supremacy he radiated ordered obedience and submission.

His anger was palpable, suffocating as he neared me. Yet
in my calm I smiled up at him. He crouched before me, his face almost glowing
in fury.

He ripped my arms from my sides and tore his eyes over the
deep red lines decorating my pale skin. The pattern of blood trailing down my
arms resembled tiny rivulets journeying to the ocean, begging for escape. They
really were quite orderly; four scarlet lines of my life, each trail straggling
down the centre of each of my four fingers until deep ruby teardrops wept from
the tips of my fingers.

He pulled out a phone from his pocket and stabbed at the
keys angrily. “I need you in the school. Bring Frank,” was all he said before
he terminated the call and shoved the phone back in the inside pocket of his
suit jacket.

I smiled at his tie, the deep red colour an exact replica
of my arms. Reaching out slowly, I ran my finger down the length of it. Master
never flinched as his eyes followed my daring move, the deepness to his gaze
soft and troubled as he let out a deep sigh.

“This is very nice,” I whispered.

I jolted when his palm softly settled on my cheek and his
eyes found mine. “Why do this, Mae?”

He used my name, therefore ordering an answer from me.
“It feels so good.”

He parted his lips as he ran his thumb over my cheekbone.
“It is no longer your job to do this. It is now my privilege, lamb. Your pain
belongs to me, your need for release is now mine to provide.” He held my gaze
when I sighed contentedly. “Do you understand, Mae?”

“Yes,” I breathed as my body still tingled under the
intoxication controlling my mind. His words were comforting, physically
embracing me under his concern. He cared for me. He wanted to help me in my
need for oblivion; he intended to be the one to bring me relief. “You want to
please me, love me,” I spoke candidly.

He reared back as though shocked by my statement. His
eyes darkened. I shivered as his care morphed into cruelty. “Oh, lamb, you misinterpret
again.”

I swallowed nervously when he pressed his thumb deeply into
one of the slices still pulsing with my blood. An ache of need throbbed in my
belly when he then slid his thumb down the trail, following the path of my wreckage.
He leaned further into me until his mouth hovered against my ear, his hot
breath tickling the few wisps of hair against my neck. “Your blood is mine,
Mae. It is your life force, the very thing that feeds you. But now I substitute
your blood.
I
am your life force, the very thing that will feed you,
whether it be pain, misery or fucking pleasure.
I
am what will breathe
life into you, not the air;
me
.
I
will be the one that controls
each and every move you make, not your brain;
me
.
I
am now the
very thing that will decide if you live or die, not your blood;
me
.”

His statement squeezed my heart painfully, choking me in
the truth of his words. I should have known he wouldn’t care about me; no one
did, so why start now?

I laughed and nodded. “Of course, Master. I apologise.
How utterly stupid of me to think that a single entity on this fucking…”

I hissed as his fist once again connected with my lip,
more blood spraying furiously from my body. I was surprised I had any left to
feed my brain.

“Will you control your mouth!”

I nodded and lowered my eyes as a faint knock echoed in
the room and the door opened.  A young, slim woman entered the room. Her thick
blonde mane was pulled into a pony tail behind her head, the skin on her face
taut with the extreme pull of it. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed on me as her
bright red lips pursed. Her large chest heaved under the strain of the cream silk
shirt she wore, her hips fairly wide under the tightness of her knee length
skirt.

Her lips curled at the edge as she sneered at me. “Oh
dear.” Her tone was mocking and amused, her disgust at my appearance pleasing
her very much.

I shifted my eyes from her to Master then back again,
immediately recognising what they were. Lovers. She reeked of sex and need, her
eyes softening instantly when they landed on Master. “I’ll fix her up. You need
to leave for your meeting.”

Master nodded as he stood, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Make sure she’s secured after, Demi. I’ll deal with her later.” He was
speaking to Demi but his eyes remained fixed on mine. I frowned at the slither
of something that passed through them, it was soft but heated, gentle but
debauched and I gulped at the sudden intensity he studied me with.

He turned sharply to face the large man who had entered
behind Demi. “I need the equipment securing.”

The man I presumed to be Frank nodded once, acknowledging
the order. He never opened his mouth to speak and he never looked at me once.

Master turned to me, the previous expression gone and
replaced with a deep-seated hatred. “Let Demi do her job without interference
or disgust.”

I stared at him as my brow furrowed. What the fuck did he
mean ‘without disgust’?

“Answer me, Mae!”

“Yes, Master,” I mumbled.

He narrowed his eyes further before he turned to Demi.
“Behave.” She gave a simple nod at the order and a small smile as she watched
him leave.

She strolled over to me when the door slid closed behind
Master, the clip of her heels on the cement floor loud and hypnotising. I
looked up at her from my position against the wall, my arse numb with the
hardness under it.

She tutted and sighed at me. “You really are quite
something.” I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or sarcasm. She dropped to her
knees and I soon found out it was the latter. “You filthy tramp. Look at you.
Your need for attention repulses me.”

“D…Demi!” Frank stuttered a warning from across the room.

We both turned to him. He was looking at us but his eyes
were hard and blank. His body was huge, the width of him as considerable as his
height. His eyes were cold and empty but his face appeared soft and almost
childlike. His short blonde hair was cut to perfection, almost military in
form. Both of his large bulky arms were adorned with a mass of ink, large faces
of ladies and numerous weapons decorating his skin in various colours. I wasn’t
sure what it was about him that soothed me but he exuded a tangible serenity,
even with the sheer size of him.

“Go to hell, F...Frank,” Demi mocked with a hiss of
hatred to her voice. Her jeer at Frank’s speech impediment made my blood boil.

She pulled out some things from a small box and I watched,
mesmerised as she threaded a needle with suturing thread. “You obviously enjoy
pain, rat, so I’ll not bother anaesthetising your arm.”

Frank sighed heavily and I lifted my focus to him as Demi
started her torturous procedure. Every harsh stab of the needle made me wince
but I sank my teeth into my lip, refusing to let her witness my discomfort. She
was obviously a bitch, a heartless cow who thought she remained above the
rankings of others. Her idolisation of Master was just as apparent as her
hatred for me.

I smiled at Frank when his eyes kept flicking in my
direction. He never smiled back and his gaze never roamed over my bare body but
his eyes softened with each of my attempts to connect with him. He seemed the
lesser of the two evils in the room and I desperately tried to relate to him
with each of my looks.

I winced when Demi speared my skin deeper than was
necessary. I dropped my eyes to study her suturing. My eyes widened at the
hacked attempt at repair. The stitches were large and angry and would most
definitely leave more of a scar than my track lines would have.

Frank shook his head in anger as he checked out Demi’s
work. “F…Fuck sake, Demi. D…Daniel told you to fix her up, not m…mar the poor
girl.”

Demi shot upright and glared in his direction. “One,
never call Master Daniel in front of the stock, you retard. Two, never question
my motives, and three, keep your senseless opinions to yourself. Master won’t
tolerate your contempt towards me.”

He stared at her, his eyes cooling further with every
passing moment. His hands fisted by his sides as his throat bobbed with his
fury. Eventually, he relented under Demi’s glare and shook his head.

I flinched when Demi’s fingers wrapped around my hair and
she pulled me across the room. “Get the fuck off me, you bitch,” I spat as I
attempted to yank her fingers from their cruel hold.

I choked on the blood when she rammed one of her heels
into the side of my face, the tip dislodging a tooth under the force of it.
Coughing loudly, I spat the tooth out with a mouthful of blood.

Her eyes widened as anguish covered her face. My hand
lifted instinctively to my cheek, holding my face as the pain throbbed. “Ahh,
shit,” I mumbled.

Demi pointed one of her long talons at Frank, her eyes
blazing in severity. “She fell into the wall.”

Frank lowered his eyes, worry evident on his face. His
eyes moved over my face, softening when they landed on the trail of blood
trickling from the corner of mouth. “B…But…”

“No buts, freak. I’m warning you.” She turned to me. “If
either of you tell Master then I will make your lives miserable. There are so
many things I can tell him that you did today, like how you punched me, how
your language was pure filth and how evil you were to me.”

My eyes widened. “What? I haven’t even…” The funny
sensation of talking with a gap in my teeth made my brow furrow even further.

“No,” she butted in. “But Master isn’t aware of that, is
he? And if you think he’ll believe you, rat, over me then I’m afraid you’re in
for a shock.” She bent into me, her face a mere inch from mine, her hatred
almost slapping me. “
MY
Master loves me and he will give me anything I
ask. And if I ask him to slice straight through your heart, he won’t even
hesitate.”

She gripped my chin, rendering more pain through the
delicate nerves in my gum. “You not only belong to Master Daniel, but also to me.
I am free to do whatever I wish and I’m hoping you understand just how low I
will go to please
MY
Master.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to hide my
humour at her desperation. “Honey,” I whispered, “You are more than welcome to
him, but why do I get the feeling you feel threatened by me?”

I glowed inwardly as she squirmed slightly, her teeth
becoming visible when they sank into her bottom lip.

I smirked when I realised how deep her need for Master
was. And me being me didn’t hesitate in twisting that knife even deeper. “Oh, I
think you ought to feel threatened. I made him come in my mouth almost as soon
as he sank his cock between my lips.”

Frank mumbled a groan as Demi transformed before me. Her
eyes fired and her fingers dug even further into my cheeks, her thumb pressing
hard against the empty area between my back molars. “He touched you?” Her
surprise was potent, the shock of my revelation burning her blood.

“Well,” I sneered. “Rather, I touched him. Just a little
something to please
your
Master. Blew his load straight down my throat
whilst he cried out my name.”

Okay, maybe that was a little stretched, but I wasn’t going
to tell her that he never uttered my name, and disappeared before I could even
swallow the whole mouthful he’d given me. There was just something about this
bitch that got my back up, brought out the dark side of me, the side that was
adamant I would knock her down after her ridicule over Frank’s disability.

“You lying whore,” she spat as her fist crashed into my
face.

Fuck that!

I gave it back to her, her face crumpling under my fists.
She was easy prey in my desperation to release the pent up energy. She just lay
still as her ugly fucking face smashed to pieces under my wrath while I let my
hatred out and tore into her. Adrenaline fired through me, killing any pain in
my arm and allowing me to strike blow after blow upon the bitch.

I knew Master would kill me, but bring it on. The quicker
the better. I couldn’t take another moment in there, tied, beaten and regarded lower
than a dog. Maybe this would bring the finality that awaited me in the next few
months hurtling forward, ending my anguish over how my life would end, how
painful it would be when my soul ripped its way out of me.

“N...No…” Frank begged as he pulled me off the bitch who
was curled up below me. I kicked out at her as my body was hauled backwards.
“You m…mustn’t. Master will p...punish you, Mae.”

“I don’t care!” I screamed as I struggled to free myself
from his hold and kill the contemptuous bitch whimpering in a heap on the
floor.

I bucked against Frank when he forced my wrists into the
cuffs hanging from the ceiling. “I…I apolog...gise but I m…must secure y…you.”

Demi uncurled herself and clambered up, her eyes fierce
on me. “You cunt!”

I laughed. “Oooh don’t let Daniel hear the filth you
spew,” I mocked, my mind completely overtaken with my delirium. “He won’t like
that, Demi.”

She huffed and wiped the blood from her mouth with the
back of her hand, her eyes studying the red substance that now smeared her
smooth, flawless skin. She looked shocked to discover she actually housed a
blood system, her eyes staring widely as her lips parted. That figured.

She strolled over to the tools on the wall, her shoulders
straight in her determination to hurt me. Her long fingers rested on a large
iron baton. My breath hitched and I tested the security of my restraints. It
didn’t surprise me to find they were not only steady but strict and harsh,
denying me any movement at all.