Repugnant: Butterfly

Chapter 3 - The Brunette Mistress

The air was solid and constitute. Her toenails dung into the plank floor, shattering, sketching gibberish patterns. Night dawned upon us and the melodies of the pigeon like where no longer. The beating of metallic combustions from a nearby generator raged on and on. Her chest pounced intensely as if though it was about to tear open her skin. I sat parallel to her, moving the chisel up and down, taunting her once more today. My room was in bisccumber, it wricked of compassion and detest, fusing together as I gazed mindlessly into her eyes. She then stopped - dead silently so. For the first time in forever she looked at me. Her very sight pierced into mine as mine did to hers. She eyeballed her way up and down signalling that I remove the sock.

Her heartbeat hastened at the request. The eyes widen in terror and disbelief that I was reaching out to her, to remove that bleak obstacle in our communication, to rid her of the discomfort in her mouth. After a while she looked at me, shivering her lips and attempting to mutter a word.

"Please, why are you doing this to me?" She asked trembling in fear – gasping for air. A moment of silence took over the atmosphere and in that I couldn't answer her. Had it been some sort of guilt that hovered within me at the time?

She then starred at me for a while longer. Slowly, her heartbeat settled down and it was no longer prominent, so were the heavy veins under her sideburns. I circled around her fixing my room of its clutter. An arrangement of books were brought back to its former state. And the bed beside her was wrinkled or rather undone in an unpleasing manner. Fine glimmers of moonlight blistered the room into life. And that of her eyes spoke of great fortune – sorrowing over the evil deeds that mankind have done to themselves, I could almost tell that she was more than ready to change that perspective of life. I could, almost intuitively, tell that she was not about to forgive me and yet the very nature of our relationship stemmed from a 'strangers rendezvous' to a one-sided sinister admiration.

"We are in the middle of a forest, almost as a country of its own, the land stretches wide and the plains blur out the more you may attempt looking at them. There is no access to the internet in anyway. You may escape and the run the wilderness for days, months, and even years but you will find no shelter besides this one. We are currently in summer and do expect frequent rainfall," I clarified to her. "Here, you will need this," I said as I injected thirty milligrams of morphine in her. "I will undo the chains now," I kneeled down behind directing my attention in undoing the heavy knots. Once I had finished she jumped, pushing the chair onto my face, stumbling me over. She quickly reached for the chisel on the bed and weighed her body on me. Her hands stiffened around my neck and the chisel's blade probed on my skin. The sudden burst of movement, the hastened eyes, the dilated pupils and the cutting of nipple gland was more than enough motive to kill me at this point.

"Killing me is pointless," I said to her. Luckily for me – the effects of the morphine took hold quicker than expected; thanks to her very active blood flow she passed out on my chest. And the chisel fell loudly beside my waist.

Her weakened body laid heavily upon me. And the scent of her oily hair sneaked into my nostrils – further noting that she needed a bath after all I had made her go through the past two weeks – projecting that I take care of her from there on.

The morning after, on my way back from gathering wood in the forest, I spotted her at the shores far east from the house. Through the blur sets of tree branches and leaves, she stood there; observing the tides as they swallowed her feet. The botanical moist of the ocean simmered into the air, the ocean reflected about the pink-orange coloured sunray tints, and her body blurred out to the distance. A large portion of the coast was dressed in shells and rocky patches. The sand was rough – almost loamy and crystal white, it was unsettling under the feet as it composed of stick and fine sediments.