Flutter by, Butterfly

Chapter 25

He touched me in a different way now. There was no more struggle for him. He switched from the dominator to pulling back for my own mercy with much more ease. The role playing and the games we played were seen as what they were: just fun and games. Lobo would still come in to finish. Romeo was tender and Carlos was the tease. I looked forward to being able to hold them all at once.

We grew hungry, very hungry, for real food after a while. I also began to worry about Bruno and Sandy. We had not seen them in three days. Hugo managed to take a needle and thread to sew my dress back. I thought of Ellied, and wondered where he had learned those skills; but, as if sensing what was on my mind, he looked at me with a very stern expression, rolled his eyes just like Ellied, and said in the tone of my master, "Don't ask!"

I giggled. "Yes, master."

He growled, and took a deep breath. "No teasing, mamacita. Or else you will remain naked and never leave this room again."

"That's a very tempting offer, but,"

My tummy rumbled. His followed suit. We both laughed, and he finished the last stitch.

We went back to the main hall. They had a beautiful brunch buffet prepared. I did not hesitate to make a pig of myself. Ellied would have done so with me. But Hugo, the more dominant personality was more refined. I could see he didn't mind, though; and his cold indifference was gone. The hot-blooded lust of my master looked me over with every little detail that I did. I couldn't help but lick my lips to tease him a little. His heated eyes crinkled with his hidden grin.

I felt an exuberant hug from behind.

"Jani!"

"Hi Sandy."

"Where have you been?"

"Um..."

"We were busy getting laid, too," said Bruno.

"Bruno!"

"Say my name a little louder. You know I like it that way."

I laughed a good, hearty laugh. I was truly happy.

"Al? Is that you?" A very sultry, feminine voice asked that question.

"Mama CITA!" The trio of Hugo, my master, and Ellied were gone. Carlos instead, greeted that woman with a little too much enthusiasm. It irritated me.

"Come on and talk with us for a minute," said Sandy, taking me by the hand.

I let her take me by the hand and lead me away. I couldn't help but stare at him though as I left him. He didn't even notice me leaving. We visited for a bit. Sandy gushed about their stay, mostly how beautiful the place was. Bruno bragged a bit too about the physical stuff, making Sandy blush. I blushed a bit as well when they asked me of my "activities." My face said it all.

"Oh look, she's smiling!" gushed Sandy. I was happy, at least until I saw Carlos. He was holding her a little too close. It hurt. I got up to leave. Maybe this relationship was a bad idea after all. I can love all his broken pieces, but what if they all don't love me? I found myself heading for the door. About half-way there, I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Won't you come and join us?" he asked.

"Al, who is this girl, child?"

"My name is Jani. I am not a child, and I am fucking your ex."

She said with a not so nice grin, "You aren't the first, you won't be the last."

She got very close to him and whispered something in his ear. My Alejandro got into a trance.

"Play time is over, sister. Run along with your friends."

She started to lead him away from me. He was allowing her, walking like a mindless zombie, with that blank face that I recognized all too well.

Rage. It enveloped me like nothing before. I wanted to protect him. All the things that Alejandro worked so hard to protect me from, and there were still people out to use him. I attacked her.

"YOU BITCH!" I wailed. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM?"

I suppose I blacked out a bit. She was outraged, and she attempted to fight back. I just couldn't hold back anymore. Eventually, the security had to separate us. I was taken to a holding cell and all I could do was wait. They attempted to interview me, and have me give a statement. I was afraid to say anything. I kept calling Al's name, and crying. The crying young woman waiting to be saved was the only card I knew I could play without having to say anything. If they weren't in the circle to know, they wouldn't have believed me anyway. I don't know how long I was in there. At one point, I could feel some of them ask more probing questions, like they were searching for certain answers to find. Some even mentioned things out loud I didn't want to know. I continued my role of the brokenhearted damsel.

Soon, that bitch came back to me.

"That was cute," she said. "Why don't you tell me what you know?" I said nothing, pretending to be too distressed to listen.

"That's alright. In just a few minutes, you are going to tell me everything and you won't have a choice about it. Flutter by butterfly. Time for our-"

I punched her hard in the mouth. The last time somebody said those words, I was ordered to commit suicide, and I was NOT about to throw myself overboard and swim with sharks! I kept punching her, and when I got my hands around her neck, I kept squeezing. Her skin started turning purple. Her eyes became bloodshot and bulging. Then she stopped breathing. I crawled away. I began to feel very cold. I rocked myself on the floor, back and forth. I didn't notice when he came inside. I was unresponsive when he tried to talk to me. Somebody noticed the body left lying on the floor.

"What do we do?"

"I don't care. Throw her overboard."

"Sir, are you certain?"

"I don't give a damn about her! Get this body out of my sight!"

When they left the room, he gathered me into his arms. I wept.