Free The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) by D H Sidebottom Page B

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