The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) by D H Sidebottom Read Free Book Online Page A

a lamb to the slaughter.
    I gulped at the cool liquid when he held it to my lips
and allowed me to drink, the lubrication to my sore throat was nectar but my
belly griped angrily.
    “Enough,” he barked. “Sip it.”
    I swallowed frequently as he poured small amounts into my
mouth but as he removed it, my hand shot up to his to stop his confiscation of
my life source. He removed the bottle instantly and grabbed onto my wrist
tightly. He didn’t speak, just glared at me with hatred. “EYES!” he snapped
when I looked at him.
    I dropped my gaze to the floor and waited. His breathing
calmed and I relaxed a little. His expensive shoes reflected the curl of my lip
as he unlocked my wrists from the cuffs. “Get up.”
    I rolled my eyes at the floor and pushed myself upright,
finally planting my feet solidly on the floor after three attempts. I stood
straight as his gaze wondered over my filthy body. “Follow me.”
    I shuffled after him as he walked from the room. He was
pacing ahead but my eyes were too busy taking in my surroundings to take much
notice of him.
    “Holy shittin’ fuck,” I breathed as I stared at the
luxury around that poxy little shithole he had kept me in.
    I screamed out as his knuckles connected with my mouth
and I fell against the banister. “Keep your filthy mouth closed from now on.”
    I gasped and brought my hand to my mouth, dabbing gently
at my lip. Blood covered it when I brought it away. Fury bubbled inside me, its
strength overpowering me as I launched myself at him. Instinct took control of
my temper and gave it sustenance as my fist rocked his head to the side with a
sharp snap, his jaw cracking under the force.
    He was on me in seconds. My back hit the floor with a
sickening thud as his huge body straddled me. He grabbed both of my hands in
his single one before he brought his fist into my face four times. My cheek
exploded, bringing tears to them as my sore, swollen eyes squeezed shut against
his abuse. He grabbed my hair and held my head down as his face came an inch
from mine. “You ever touch me again and I will hurt you. You think this is
pain?” he spat as I whimpered and cried underneath him. “Then you have a lot to
learn about me, Mae. I can crush you in a heartbeat, and believe me, I will.”
    His spittle sprayed my face as his warm breath clung to
the wetness from my tears.
    “Fuck you!” I spat back. Impulse urged me to fight back,
refuse his dominance. In a way I hoped my challenge would encourage him to
finish this, my mind was playing with the scenario too much, feeding me with
horrors and fright of what was to come.
    His chest heaved as his jaw clenched, his teeth cracking
loudly under the power as he got up and dragged me across the floor by my hair.
My body felt heavy but he pulled me as though I weighed nothing.
     
    My already bruised frame bounced along the bathroom’s porcelain
floor tiles before he slung me into the huge shower cubicle. Freezing cold
water pelted me, my skin shrinking back at the assault as I gasped for breath
and scrambled around on the floor.
    He forced my head back with a firm hold on my hair as he
directed the jet of water into my mouth. “Let’s cleanse that dirty mouth, shall
we?”
    I squeezed my mouth closed, cutting off his want to drown
me but the torrent of water blocked my nose. My mouth opened, causing me to
drown again. It was a vicious circle as he refused to let up, the water either
suffocating me or drowning me. I was deliberating which of the two would be the
best way to go when the water suddenly took on a new horror as the heat
suddenly intensified and pelts of scorching water attacked my cold, delicate
skin.
    I screamed and clambered to the back of the cubicle,
protecting my body from the blistering heat as I wrapped my arms around myself.
    He shut off the water and stared at me, his head
marginally tilted to the side as his eyes burrowed deep inside me. “More?”
    I shook my head furiously. “No, please.”
    I hated