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

the pleading tone in my voice but my body couldn’t
survive anymore abuse. I was exhausted, in extreme pain and my willpower had
fucked off with the water down the drain.
    “Nadu!” He barked that stupid word again and I shrugged
at him. He closed his eyes, fighting for patience before he snapped them open.
“Nadu!” he barked out again. “Kneel, Mae.”
    “Oh,” I whispered as I scrambled around, bringing myself
to a kneeling position again.
    “Knees,” he whispered in that damn tone that liquefied my
mind. It fooled my senses and I relaxed marginally in relief.
    I shuffled my knees apart slightly and remembered to
place my hands on my thighs.
    His smile lit my insides, made me sigh as a reprieve in his
anger gave my mind a moment’s peace, and a small jolt of happiness jerked my
lips upwards into a tiny, proud smile.
    “Very good,” he praised with a small nod. “Now wash
yourself.”
    I blinked at him but shifted quickly when he reached for
the shower controls. “Yes,” I answered as I adjusted the temperature and
switched the water back on.
    His hand shot out to stop me when I started to pull at
the glass door. He shook his head slowly then went to settle in the chair that
was facing the cubicle. He sat back and crossed one leg over the other as he
clasped his fingers together and rested them in his lap.
    “You want me to shower on my knees?” I gasped him with a
look of bewilderment. Darkness covered his face as an enraged gleam filled his
eyes. “I’m sorry,” I bit out as I held my hands up and picked up the soap.
    I hated my reticence, hated how I submitted to him so
easily but right then I was too tired to argue and fight. I had been fighting the
memory of him for the last three years with no success, and to have him a metre
from me, his evil once more polluting the air around me was impossible to oppose.
He overpowered me with ease, the sheer strength of him pointless to battle
with. The knowledge of how cruel he could be suppressed anymore thoughts of
denying his orders. He destroyed my life three years ago, not just physically
but emotionally and spiritually. I had never gotten over what he did; his
actions that day made me question not just my own judgement but the intentions
of everyone else around me.
    That is what made him so powerful; not the pain he could
cause to my body, but the agony he brought to my soul.
    However, I would build myself back up then I’d fight the
fucker all the way. That was a promise. I once again needed to find the
resilient little girl my mother had loved and raised. I needed to rediscover
the defiant and strong mind my father had encouraged in me. I had to learn to
trust myself and learn how to fight with not just a physical strength, but hard
emotion and a tough mind.
    His eyes followed the route of my hands as I remained
kneeling and washed myself. The expensive soap was luxurious against the filth
engrained into my sore skin, the gentle pulse of the warm water soothing to my
nerves.
    “Wash your pussy, dirty little lamb.”
    My eyes shot to his but I quickly lowered them and blew
out a steadying breath. Oh God damn shittin’ fuck - I made sure to say it in my
head that time.
    I lathered up the soap meticulously, stealing time as I
spun it and spun it in my grip, watching it twist and slide in my hands. I
shuddered and closed my eyes as I slipped my hands between my legs and scrubbed
at my bits quickly.
    All done.
    I smiled to myself as I hastily rinsed myself and shut
off the water.
    “Wash yourself again.”
    “What?” The words rushed from my lips without permission
and I almost shrivelled in despair.
    He pushed himself upright, his eyes on mine as his teeth
chewed his bottom lip again. His slow steps towards me were torturous and my
skin prickled as fear gripped me. His fingers circled my neck before he pulled
me to stand before him. “Do not ever question me again,” he seethed. “I tell
you to do something, you do it, no question, no hesitation.