The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) Read online

  “Mae,” Frank persisted. I smiled internally when one of his large hands tried to shake me awake. Although Frank was a giant, his touch and rocking were extremely gentle, almost as though he was frightened of breaking me.

  “Frank, please. Not today, my head hurts.”

  I could sense his unease. He had been given an order and I was under no illusions what would happen to him if he didn’t carry it out to perfection. Master was a stickler for perfection. “B…b…but…”

  I prised my eyes open, his distress making my stomach hurt. I couldn’t work out what it was about Frank that I liked. He was a huge wall of muscle, his face was hard, his eyes even harder, yet he had stuck up for me with the Demi-whore and he would never understand how much it meant to me. No one had ever stuck up for me other than Spud – apart from Daniel with Liam; however, that didn’t count any longer. So yeah, it was just Frank and Spud that held that spot now.

  Vomit surged up my throat when Frank blurred before me. My forehead screeched in pain, violent light exploding through my brain with the effort of focussing. “Please tell Master that…” I blew out a steadying breath. “I can’t, Frank. Not today.”

  I turned over as gently as possible so as not to grieve my brain any further. My stomach rolled at the movement but I managed to fight it, pulling in a firm breath to counteract the twist in my gut and my head.

  He scurried round the bed. I could sense him staring at me worriedly. “Mae, w…we have visitors for breakfast. You m…must.”

  “Visitors?” I made the effort to look at him. He deserved that. The poor man had taken a beating for me, the least I could do was give him my respect.

  He nodded rapidly, his expressionless eyes fixed on mine. “Yes, you must a…accompany M…Master and…” He scowled and shook his head when he realised he’d nearly slipped up. I had better not be accompanying Demi.

  “Frank?”

  He scowled, more to himself than me. His lips pursed in annoyance as he stared at me. Sudden light hit his eyes before he smiled at me. “L…Look Mae.” His large hands lifted, dragging a large piece of silver material in front of his body. “B…beautiful. You’ll l…look beautiful, Mae.”

  Shock and humour brought forward a giggle. “Well, Frank. I must say you look stunning.” He blinked at me then looked down at himself. He held the dress to his body as though he was spending fun time with girlfriends in the changing rooms at Monsoon. “That is so your colour.” I winced when another giggle bounced around my skull, banging on my front lobe.

  He chuckled and swayed his hips playfully. “I do, Miss Mae. Yes, I d...do.”

  “Oh, Frank.” I smiled and sighed as I pulled at my aching body and slowly let my feet drop to the floor. The deep cushioning carpet shot sensation up my legs and spine, torturing my head further but Frank deserved my obedience, and hopefully soon my friendship. “I like you, Frank.” He blushed furiously when I reached on my tiptoes and whispered the words in his ear. His face dropped to the floor but I didn’t miss his large smile.

  “A…And I like you, Mae.”

  The simple declaration stilled me and I sighed sadly. “Thank you.”

  “W…Why so sad? We’re now f…friends. You s…should be happy.”

  I rested my hand on his cheek and smiled. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to be your friend. No one ever wants to be my friend. So, thank you.”

  He stared at me, his eyes glinting with what looked like anger. “Why?”

  I started to shake my head in confusion at his question but the act caused further sickness to creep up my throat. “Why?”

  “W…w...why d…does no one l…like y…you?” His indignation aggravated his stutter, making him almost incomprehensible.

  I broke down the words in my head so as not to offend him by asking him to repeat himself. “I don’t know, Frank. But that’s okay, I’m okay with it. Don’t worry. You mustn’t be upset, I like my own company.”

  He blinked rapidly, his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously as he tried to control his upset. My heart lurched. No one had ever held any emotion whatsoever about my life. I was Mae Swift, the freak who had no friends, no family and no life. That’s how it was, how it had always been since my early teens. However, watching my ‘friend’ hurt made me love him even more.

  “Okay.” I spoke suddenly, making Frank jolt. “Let’s try this dress on.”

  He nodded as I rapidly changed the subject, his face showing the same enthusiasm as mine at the swift diversion.

  He pushed the dress towards me then bent to pick up a small square box that he must have placed on the chair before he woke me. He looked worried, his brow furrowed and his teeth chewing the corner of his mouth as he held it towards me. His hands shook as a scowl tightened his face. “M…Master says you m…must wear this t…too.”

  His blush alerted my senses. I frowned even though the effort of such a simple facial expression hurt my head in various places. I took the box from him and lifted the lid.

  My eyes bulged and I stared in horror at the scrap of silver lace laid perfectly on a pillow of silk. The box dropped from my grasp as I hooked the fabric around my little finger and held it up in front of my face. Crotchless knickers. Expensive crotchless knickers. Very expensive crotchless knickers.

  Oh fucking shit!

  “I can’t wear these!” I barked at Frank like it was his own personal request that I create the wonderful draft between my legs.

  He cringed and directed his blazing cheeks to the floor. “M…Master says… just those under the d…dress, M…Mae.”

  “Fuck that! I don’t fucking care what his royal highness wants. He wants me in them, then he can fucking staple the bastard things to my arse.”

  I ignored Frank’s horrified look and stomped towards the dresser that had been loaded with different items of clothing. The amount of things that had been systematically placed in each drawer made me laugh out loud. I wouldn’t have time to ever wear a quarter of them, never mind the whole collection of designer garments.

  I pulled out the item I needed and turned back to Frank. “I suggest you leave now, Frank. I don’t want you getting in trouble for witnessing my insubordination.”

  He gulped as panic disfigured his innocent face. “P…Please Mae.”

  I shook my head slowly, not bothering to look at him whilst I hunted for a specific item. “Leave.” My sharp tone made him jump but I refused to get this gentle man into any more trouble because of me. He needed to leave then there would be no comeback on him.

  I glanced at him as he made his way to the door with his eyes on his feet. His worry made me contemplate whether I was right to do what I had in mind, but anger flowed through my veins. I refused to succumb to Daniel’s sick fucking desires. The bastard wanted my soul then he’d get it, along with my spirit and wrath.

  ~~~

  My wide eyes swallowed my surroundings eagerly as I followed Pauline down the long hallway. This was a completely different part of the house than I’d been allowed access to before. Our journey through many different corridors in the huge manor already had my toes curling and my heels screaming at the soreness from walking in the impossibly high heels that had been supplied with my outfit.

  Pauline had gawked at me when I presented myself to her. The silver dress I’d been ordered to wear was exquisite – unfortunately. The beautiful, light silky material hugged each of my curves deliciously, skimming over any excess lumps and bumps my hips and arse stowed. The lack of straps and the way the material accentuated my breasts, instead of usually focussing on my jutting collarbones, complimented the length of my neck, almost as though its style deceived the human eye. The delicate flow of the hem line skimmed over my thighs, not quite touching my knees but not too short as to show what was underneath. Very sexy, but classy. Admitting that my Master appreciated style left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I hated the fact that I’d been in actual awe at the transformation in the mirror.

  Cosmetics and stupidly expensive scents had
decorated the dresser in my room in preparation for this so called visit. Yet, each one of those items had helped transform my body into something quite, even if I admitted it myself, something quite stunning. The ugly freak no longer stared at me through the looking glass. A striking, elegant young woman now masked the hideousness. However, I wasn’t sure if I appreciated that fact or not.

  Anguish and dread bubbled violently in my stomach, my head throbbed until my vision became ghostly and cloudy and my heart rate threatened to send me into a coma. My rebelliousness now hung heavy in my gut. Had it been a wise thing? I highly doubted it now my rage had diminished.

  “Pauline.” I grasped her elbow, halting her wide strides towards our destination. She turned to me, her face questioning. “I need to go back.”

  Her eyes widened. “You can’t, we’re already late.”

  “But, you don’t…”

  A door swung open in front of us and I froze when Master’s cold stare landed on us. His eyes met mine before they slowly dropped to study his possession. His brows rose slowly, his chest seemed to heave as his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

  He took my breath. He stood before me in a morning suit, his wide chest encased in an exclusive grey two piece. A silver tie complimented his pale blue shirt and the way his matching grey trousers hugged his strong thighs made my mouth water. His dark, hair was styled to perfection, sweeping off his forehead and rebelling against the messy cut on top. I shook my head, deleting whatever message my eyes were sending to my pussy.

  He swallowed heavily before raising his gaze back to my face. “At last, lamb. I wondered if you had refused my request and decided to dine out tonight.”

  I stared at him in astonishment. “Your humour leaves me cold, Master.”

  Damn my fucking mouth. Why the hell couldn’t I just bite back my thoughts? His face darkened as his fingers curled into a tight fist. His gaze shot to Pauline. “Leave us.”

  She nodded in reply to his seething order. Her eyes met mine when she turned. I wasn’t sure if she displayed dismay or amazement at my stupid outburst.

  He slowly shut the door behind him. My eyes burnt with the strengthening of my headache. Nausea threatened to embarrass me further but I knew my Master had no interest in excuses.

  He stalked towards me, his furious eyes on mine. “Nadu, Mae.”

  I bit my tongue this time. I was already on his Christmas naughty list, I didn’t want to make the bad birthday one too. I gathered the front of my skirt in my hands and fell to my knees before him. The thump on the floor ricocheted trauma around my sensitive skull and I winced as pain fired through my temples.

  His firm grasp on my hair made the wave of approaching unconsciousness highly desirable. I cringed, swallowing back the bile. I gasped when he dropped to his haunches before me, and with a finger under my chin, directed my gaze to his. “What must I do to acquire your obedience, Mae?”

  My mouth fell open with his question. I hadn’t been expecting that. His query had been soft and truthful, as though he wanted to earn my compliance. I blinked but faced him with as much confidence as I could muster. “Let me go home.”

  His brow quirked, the action lifting a corner of his lips with it. His amusement hurt. It shouldn’t, but I hated his mockery of me, another cruel taunt to add to the very long list.

  He tutted then tightened his hold on my hair, making me yelp faintly. “I will never understand you, lamb. Time after time I offer leniency, yet every time you choose to renounce it.”

  He pushed me back as his hand left my hair. I slapped my hands on the floor to stop myself falling over. “For your waywardness, you will enter behind me on your hands and knees.”

  I barked out a forbidden laugh. “What the hell?”

  His palm smashed across my cheek before I could even register what it was. My face flung the other way when his other hand slapped the opposite cheek. I knew I must have looked like a damn clown with two glowing bright red cheeks.

  I glared at him but the pain that overwhelmed my body brought on my swift surrender. I couldn’t cope with any more knocks to my head. The pain was becoming uncontrollable and I knew without my medication I wouldn’t be able to hold back the encroaching sickness.

  “Fine,” I spat out.

  He smirked at me. “I have no care whether you are fine with it or not, you will do it.”

  Arrogant bastard.

  I held his stare and straightened my back as I manoeuvred onto all fours beside him. He didn’t show any gratitude or even appreciation at my obedience. I couldn’t win. He took great delight in chastising me but it was very rare I received his compliments.

  He took a step towards the door. I shuffled beside him, the skirt of my dress making me stumble until I found a rhythm. His long fingers hung by his side. I could almost picture a leash in his hand.

  I groaned internally when my bloody attitude refused to be silent. “Woof.” It left my mouth quietly but not quietly enough.

  His steps stuttered beside me and he released a deep sigh.

  “I’m sorry, Master,” I muttered quickly. I wasn’t really but I couldn’t cope with any more head abuse.

  I glanced up at him when he shook his head slowly. His eyes dropped to mine and I fought the excitement in my belly when I was greeted to amusement on his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “Whatever am I going to do with you, lamb?”

  I remained silent. He didn’t expect an answer to his statement, and I didn’t offer one.

  His hand paused on the door handle to the room he had come from. “You will remain silent. You will refuse eye contact with anyone unless requested. You will behave. You will allow anything asked of you…”

  “Whoa…”

  He turned sharply. I shuddered when his fingers spread across the nape of my neck and squeezed. “I repeat…” he hissed as he tightened his grip, making my brain swell with the pressure. I whimpered when lightning fired across my vision, huge strikes of electricity alerting me to the fact that we would soon have a problem on our hands.

  “Master…” I whimpered as I tried to alert him to the direction my illness was taking that particular day.

  “Shut – up. I will no longer accept your unruliness. You no longer have thoughts or decisions. You are controlled. You are a robot awaiting orders.” I squealed when his grip constricted. “Is that understood?”

  Well I wasn’t going to say no, was I? I mumbled a yes. It was all I could manage under the terrifying ghosts dictating my vision. My brain was beginning to vibrate, the tell-tale sign that I was going to lose all motor skills very shortly.

  I didn’t want to embarrass my Master when it happened, when my tumour declared its presence so chillingly. Yet, I wanted to humiliate him at the same time. He didn’t deserve to be alerted to the potential catastrophe of what would happen to me.

  His hand slid into my hair. I squealed when he seized the roots at the nape of my neck and twisted them. I was no longer allowed to follow. I was dragged alongside him instead. My scalp burnt under the grip of his long fingers.

  I kept my eyes trained at the floor. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to see what greeted me in the room. The deep red carpet gave me all the interest I needed, its hue the same deep crimson that flowed from each of my many defacements. I was mesmerised by it.

  I swallowed and squeezed my eyes closed when a thousand insects appeared to slither across my path, forewarning me that the hallucinations were imminent and delirium threatened to take my sanity.

  “Master,” I gasped as panic overwhelmed me. My heart rate increased rapidly. He would not be happy with my behaviour if I upset his guests. “Master, please.”

  He hissed through his teeth and dug his fingers into a section of soft flesh on the side of my neck causing a severe pain to surge down my backbone, each groove of my spine screaming in agony.

  Right, that decided my fate. There would be no more attempts to warn him. He would get the shock value along with whoever else was in the room.
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br />   Master led me over to what looked like a Perspex podium; a tall clear column of plastic topped with a large sturdy looking disc of thick transparent plastic similar to the base. Okay. Why did that particular piece worry me?

  I jerked back when he pulled on my hair, declaring his demand for me to stand before the odd piece of furniture. “Get up!” he hissed quietly through his teeth.

  “You’re actually putting me on a pedestal?” I scoffed.

  The potency of his anger clogged my throat, making my body hypersensitive and my breathing still. Why the hell couldn’t I just shut up? What was wrong with me?

  I sizzled angrily in his hard hold when he hoisted me up and yanked me to his side. “I will not allow your rudeness in front of my guests, Mae. You won’t like the consequences of your actions if you humiliate me.”

  I rolled my eyes and huffed. Master frowned at me as a nasty bite to my brain caused me to sway in his hold. “Is your tumour giving you grievance?”

  “Not as much as you!” I bit back.

  Holy fucking shit, Mae. I must have had a death wish. Well, actually, I did.

  “Keep pushing, lamb.” I swallowed at the cold smile he gave me. It seeped inside me and made me shiver involuntarily. His smirk grew wider as the effect he had on me presented itself clearly through my body. “You have a right to be scared.” He leaned further into my ear, his teeth clamping quite delicately over my soft lobe. “I will crush you in a heartbeat should your insolence prove extra difficult this morning. And don’t think the loss of earnings associated with your death will bother me, I’m sure half a million won’t put a dent in my grocery budget.”

  “You arsehole.”