Flutter by, Butterfly

Chapter 8

My mother walked in at that very moment.

"You bastard! You planned this all along!"

"Not at all my dear, but she would make an excellent addition, don't you think?"

My mother came near, scrutinizing and sniffing me. "I suppose she does have her perks," she said. "Two, lovely, and deliciously supple perks." She began to fondle my breasts. "She certainly has more to offer than that Maria bitch ever did."

"And with her training," my father continued, "she will be the perfect slave. No fighting this time, as Maria did." My father put on a cruel smile. "She was a little hellcat at first."

"If it weren't for black-mailing her with never getting to see her son again, she would have never given in," said my mother.

"Pity she never figured out we never intended on reuniting them to begin with."

"Even bigger pity that she had to bond with our little whore in training here," my mother said as she slapped my ass. "She would have never stopped fighting for her." Her hands moved to my crotch as she felt me down. "Oh God, I miss making a woman moan." She began to unbutton my shirt. "Maybe we can tell Alejandro we have changed our minds."

"Perhaps we can," said my father. "Meanwhile, I personally see no harm in getting to try out the goods and give our little kitten here a little practice."

"Oh thank God!" said my mother. She pulled me by my hair and began to French-kiss me.

This was too much. The vomit I was trying to hold back came up, straight into my mother's mouth.

"YOU BITCH!" she coughed and sputtered. "YOU BITCH!" She slapped me hard against the face. I fell down. She began to kick me hard in the face and chest. I was supposed to be under their spell, so I did nothing. No emotion. No feeling. To do more than that right now would mean death.

"Honey," my father said, pulling her back. "I know that you are angry right now, but technically, she is still under the transaction of Alejandro. We must take care of these business matters before we inflict any damage."

"I don't give a damn about that new-money cockroach! I discovered him in a ditch in Mexico, and he should be thankful to me for his fame and fortune! Instead he acts as if we owe him! I'll put him on my next hit list and bury him with all the others!"

"Wake up, kitten. Go find your mittens," I heard Alejandro say on the speaker phone.

I picked myself up off the floor. On cue, I looked at my mother and asked, "How did you get into my room?" I looked down. "What's going on?" I asked as I hugged myself, pretending to feel confused. "I'm sore. My face hurts." I massaged my head and looked up. "Mom? Why are we covered in vomit?"

"Jani," I heard Alejandro say on the phone. It wasn't Romeo, or Hugo, or anyone else I had ever heard before. He sounded....dangerous.

"Al?" I asked meekly. "Is that you?" Both of my parents looked terrified.

"Yes, Jani. Please excuse yourself and clean yourself up. Your parents and I have some business matters to discuss."

I quietly left the room. My whole world had been destroyed. I could do nothing but stare at myself in the mirror. I never noticed before, but I did not look anything like my parents. To find out my entire life was a lie, and fully realize what they intended to do... And all I could do was endure it? I hurried to the toilet, and began to dry heave, finishing off what little stomach contents that hadn't already been previously emptied. When it passed, I couldn't stop sobbing, no matter how much I tried. I couldn't let them hear me though. I took my hand to my mouth and bit down, hard. I could taste my blood, but couldn't stop.

I heard my bathroom door open. My mother stood by the doorway. "How much do you know?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, looking up from the toilet. There was no way I was going to answer that, not to her.

"How much do you know?" she asked again.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't you lie to me, you little tramp," she said, taking a step closer to me. "I know full well you have been talking to Alejandro. Now what has he been telling you?"

I didn't know how to react to that. I played the moody teenager card. "I don't know what you are talking about. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"You will do as I say, young lady!" She raised her hand to strike me.

"Jani," I heard my father say. "Get yourself cleaned up. We are taking you to see Alejandro."

I looked at both of them, unmoving in my bathroom. Did they just expect me to get undressed in front of them?

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yelled at them.

"Did you just yell at me?" asked my mother.

"GET OUT! I roared.

My mother looked at my father and said, "Isn't she supposed to still be under command?"

"He said the release words. We can't do anything."

"We can say it again, can't we?"

"It works as a sex tool, not an informative piece, and we should not be having this conversation in front of her."

"Why not? After tonight, I'm ready to have them both killed."

My father looked at me, resigned. "Let's get ready."

My mother looked at me again. "I want to have just one taste before she goes."

"We can't do that," he said, taking my mother by the arm.

"Don't tell me what I can't do," said my mother, walking towards me and shaking him off.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed at her. I began pelting her with anything I could pick up, bar of soap, bottle of shampoo, lotion bottle, my shoe, among other things on my vanity.

"What are you doing!" she asked, outraged. "You have never acted this way before."

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?" I roared. "You have never paid attention to me before! How would you even know how I act in the privacy of my own room?"

"She does have a point," said my father. "Just let her get dressed." He almost took my mother by the arm again to lead her out. My mother shook him off and looked at me one more time.

"You may have won this round, my little whore, but this is not yet over."