“Welcome back, Claude.”
He sighed and looked down at me, “I see the master lost his temper again.”
I placed a hand over my bruising cheek.
He sighed, “You’re so delicate.”
I shrugged off his comment. Of course I was delicate. Everything about me was delicate from my legs to my wings.
“The master wishes to see you.”
He nodded and I walked him to the master’s study. I opened the door and he threw a book at me, hitting my arm and making me cringe.
“M-master. I’ve brought Claude to you.”
He sighed, “Fine.”
I turned to leave but his voice stopped me.
“Butterfly. Stay here.”
I nodded and sat in the chair that sat in the corner. The chair just for me. The little butterfly with the broken wing.
I sat there, while they talked about their plans for tonight. Ciel would be there, at the ball.
When they finished and Claude left, I was left alone with my master.
I sat quietly, looking down at my hands. That was my job. Stay quiet. Stay there.
“Butterfly?”
I looked up at him.
“You like being human, right?”
I nodded.
“Even without any wings?”
I looked down at my hands. On the back of the right was the black marking of a wing and on the left, only half.
“My wings remain, in this form as they did in the last, master.”
He smirked, “Are you angry with me?”
My snapped up to look at him.
“That I tore of your wings?”
I opened my mouth but not sound came out. I took a deep breath before looking down again, “You saved my life, master. For that I am forever grateful.”
He sighed, “I suppose… but still, it must have hurt.”
I bit my lip.
“Do you have scars from it?”
I began to shake but remained quiet.
Or course I had scars. He ripped my wing from my back quickly and forcefully. My back had the scars of my wings like a fallen angel would.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
I took a deep breath, “Yes master.”
“May I see them?”
My lip quivered. Show my scars? My weakness? Reveal it plainly to my master?
“If you wish it, master.”
He smirked, “I do.”
“N-now?”
He nodded.
I stood and bow my head. I turned my back to him and untied my apron and shirt until the back hung loses. I pulled my hair over my shoulder and slipped the back off my shoulders.
I shivered slightly as the cool air touched the bare skin of my back but that wasn’t what made my eyes widen. It was the feeling of fingers brushing against my scars.
“So it’s true. Even without a cage,” he chuckled, “You can never leave me.”
He pressed on one of my scars and I fell to my knees. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I refused to scream though.
“You won’t leave me. Will you, Butterfly?”
I shook my head, “Of course not, master.”
He threw his arms around me in a type of hug and I froze.
“Good. You can’t ever leave me. Never.”
I smiled slightly, “Of course, master.”
