Category: Fiction

The Butterfly with the Artificial Wing

I sit here in silence as I watch my mother go through the ceremonial lighting of the candle. This is not something bad; it is the norm for our family. Once a year, we all, the female patriarchy of the family, would gather around and remember those who had passed.

I watch everyone perform their ceremonial prayers, and some just sit silently with their eyes closed and a tear dropping down their face. I feel like I should say or do more, but the problem is I can’t.

I am remembering someone who should not have been taken away so early. This is someone who made plans with me to grow up and go to the same schools and get married at the same time. This someone could have been considered a family member by the way we were stuck to each other’s hips since we met.

She’s gone now, and with her my voice left too. Maybe it would have been different if I had not discovered it. Or the fact that I knew who caused my loss? In my silence, I replay every second that led up to….

“Lily, honey you should have something to eat. We are almost done with the ceremony, and you can go and rest.” That came from my aunt Thelma. My mother called her the minute she found me kneeling beside…. beside Jess.

I was holding and rocking back and forth, not realizing that I was screaming so loud and for so long that I could be heard all the way down the block.

It is one year to the day that Jess has been taken away from me. From that moment on I had not spoken one word. I have been seeing several specialists, and they all said that it’s trauma from the shock of what I witnessed and that my voice can come back at any time.

I could talk, the sounds started to return but I find it hard to convey the right words. In my silence, I realized that people talk too much to cover up what they really feel and what they think. If we were just silent and just listened closely. Unravel what is truly being said when it’s hidden behind a smile or a giggle.

Once the ceremony was done, I went up to my room and looked outside the window. Right across from my house is where it happened. I remember when Jess tried to tell me something was happening but she never just said it. It was always hidden behind her smiles, and she would make up these fantastical stories. I had to admit I was jealous that she can make up these things off the top of her head.

I think the officer said that she even wrote down some fairy tale stories and they were good. Well, when the psychologists read it and the tears started flowing, we knew that Jess was trying to tell us what was going on in her own way.

As I look out of the window, I remember the last story that she told me. She had come over for a sleepover and we were bored scrolling social media and there was nothing new to watch in the movies, so she decided to tell me a story. That was typical Jess wanting to fill the silence. I never understood why she didn’t like the silence.

“OK, Lily, this story is called the butterfly with the artificial wing.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I could not help but laugh. Could you imagine a butterfly with an artificial wing?

“Remember you have to keep your eyes closed while I tell you the story, ” she said. I guess that was our ritual, which we made up a long time ago. She would tell the stories, and I had to keep my eyes closed.

It wasn’t always a take without a given. Usually, after stories, I sing a song to soothe her to sleep.

“Once upon a time, there was a newly hatched butterfly. Now, when all the butterflies are hatching, there is a beautiful celebration upon their arrival. You see, if a butterfly has a specific color and pattern, it would be deemed the next queen for the summer.

Now this butterfly hatched with one full wing and the other halved. All of the other butterflies were in shock at what they’d seen. Surely this had to be an abomination because this butterfly will die without being able to fly to save itself.

As the other butterflies continued to mumble and stare at the newly hatched butterfly, a professor stepped forward. This professor butterfly had created a new invention for just this situation. The problem is that the newly hatched butterfly would have to come to his home to have a perfect fit.

All the other butterflies were clapping and cheering for the professor, offering his expertise. The newly hatched butterfly thought they knew better and went along with the professor to his home. But once inside, the newly hatched butterfly did not feel so reassured of her decision.

The professor, with all his knowledge knew exactly what to do to put her at ease and in a state of complete calmness. He did not lie to the other butterflies about what he created but he omitted the fact of how it would have to be attached.

The newly hatched butterfly left the professor’s house with an artificial wing and the look on her face was not of a new butterfly anymore. Everyone praised the professor and everyone gave the new butterfly hugs and compliments.

The professor announced that the new butterfly would have to see him for maintenance and everyone accepted what he said. The new butterfly wanted to tell someone of the experience but no one would accept anything but praise about the professor.

On the third trip to the professor’s home, the butterfly was not new anymore and decided to tell the professor that she would no longer need the wing. Instead, she decided that going on with this artificial wing to cover up its deformity was not what she would do anymore.”

I lay there with my eyes closed, waiting for the rest of the story, but Jess never gave it. This was the first story that didn’t have an ending, and I had to admit I was confused. Why would the butterfly not want the wing to fly?

Jess lay down and turned her back to me. I opened my eyes to look at her, but it looked like she didn’t want to tell any more of the story.  I decided to sing a song to her very softly so she could go to sleep.

Fast forward a week, and the memory played out.

Jessica would go next door to be tutored in the violin. The problem with that is Jessica was tone deaf, and her parents did not want to hear that. They hired the tutor who used to live next door to us to train her. After school, I had my own musical lessons with Miss Eloise.

I don’t know if it was the butterfly’s story or if I just had a funny feeling that I needed to see Jess that day instead of having my music lessons. But I went to the tutor’s house and knocked on the door.  I’ve waited a while for someone to answer, but no one did. I did find it odd that I didn’t even hear a violin being played.

I walked inside, looking around to see where Jess and the tutor were. What I found was the tutor face down and not moving. I ran over to Jess because she was not that far away from him, and that’s when I saw it. The deep self-inflicted wound. I grabbed hold, hoping to save her life, and I tried to start screaming, but she whispered something. I leaned over to hear her.

“Now I can go with my deformity, and the professor will never put the artificial wing on someone else.”

Realizing that she was ending the butterfly story, I cried and screamed like I never screamed before.

My peace was taken away from me, and so has my voice. I cannot sing for joy, and I cannot talk about happiness when my heart is still broken. Jessica’s family moved away, and mine chose to remember her once a year.

This is just my first year without her. I can talk, but now I choose to listen more.

(Hi fire starters this is a deep one. I normally do not know where my stories lead me until I am halfway through them. Hopefully I did this tastefully so that you will be able to handle it) Fia xoxo

The Composer

 Melodic music is softly played through the sound system. Nothing you can dance to, more of a supplemental message under the tunes. I know this because I created it. At the back to the left there is a curtain that has several hidden secrets. I know of these secrets because I know the owner, whose name is Feast.

Fish is, of course, a cover name. Isn’t that a very satisfied person? What’s adorned him with . he liked it so much. He decided to keep it . he stands at 5 feet, 11 inches tall . complexion is deceitful. At 1 moment, it is the color of dark Bron in the class that light hits from the above ceiling.

And then at the next, it could be sweet. Honey. In the summer, when the sun is just right.

His eyes are just as deceiving tonight. They are hazing, leaning towards green.

He outlines the rooms with dark chocolate liner. His lips are pouty but natural. His hair is pulled back. But if allowed to be free, it falls in waves right at his jawline.

I left my glass of water with lemon to my lips and tear my gaze away from him. It is not unusual for me to watch. And he knows it . a matter of fact he encourages need to watch .

The music changes, and I notice two people enter.

One man tall, wearing all black. That’s a silver chain link. Reminiscent of circle cuffs. What does it scream to me? They are wanna be’s. The woman stands two inches, shorter, nice frame tits too big and pronounced. Giving, just have them done so look at me .

I’ve seen this before. it’s not unusual. They’re on the hunt. I chuckled to myself because I swear they will not stand a chance here.

But it will be fun to watch them try. They split up to work in their rooms separately. For a power dynamic, they are horrible at it.

It’s best that I describe the room to you. It will give you an understanding of  why I say what I am saying . At the bar there are several spots are taken by those who are are newly awakening to this way of life, and yet they both crash and burn.

Let’s move more into the room. You get those who are more seasoned and know exactly what they like and who they would like to play with .. Yet again, they burn. They regroup at the bar, looking around and the woman spots me.

Again, internally, I laugh. If they choose to come to my table, they have lost before they even begin. She whispers something to him, and he glances my way as if I am the last target for the night.

They both walk over and take a seat across from me

  Error one

“ You’re sitting in the dark just watching. Do you like to watch?” she asks, waiting for me to respond.

  Error two

 I sit and wait to see what he says. He crosses his arms to show what? He’s fit? I’m not impressed.

“Do you want to join us in a little fun?”  she asked as he sat there watching, engaging me.

  Error three

“ My name is Emma and this is Balka. Your name is?”

 I have to correct this before they end up regretting, what they are inviting into their night. I begin to tap my finger against the glass to the beat of the new song. it’s odd that this particular song is played at this time. I look at both of them before I say one word.

Leaning forward, I say, “ First, you were not invited to sit in my space. Second, you ask too many questions. Third you two do not know what you are doing.  He is supposedly the dominant of you, too and you I guess is the top?

 I’m going to tell you what I see. What I see is two submissives who think they know what they are doing. Did you get your information off the internet or something?”

 I watch to see you what I have said sinks into their heads. He has still not uttered one word, but I knew I had struck a nerve by the way he was clenching his jaw.  She, on the other hand, looked taken aback by my obvious and on-point observation.

 Leaning back in my chair, I decided, why not? “ What I’m going to do for both of you is generous. Since you need something tangible to call me. My name is A.”

 I say this while tapping a different beat on my glass, opposite the beat that is playing in the systems at this exact moment. They both feel confused and a little angry.

“You are very presumptuous to state what you think we are. “A” is the name you’re going by? Really like The Scarlet Letter?”

 My taps change again, they shift in their seats.

 I tell them, ” Go to room 12. Remove all your clothing and wait for me. You do not speak until you are spoken to.” This aimed at the mouthy woman.

 Watching both of them I see the effect that I’m having on them. Their eyes begin to dilate.  They do not understand who I am and what I do. They rise from my table and start walking towards the back. They must have done research on the club to know the rooms are in the back.

 Once they left, Feast walked over to me with a grin.

“Hey, what’s up with those two?”

 I look at him with a slight smile on my face, but I have stopped tapping on the glass.

“ I feel like creating a new song tonight.  Do not worry, they will remember, and maybe they will learn what it means to come to my table.”

  Feast starts to chuckle and leans down so no one else can hear what he says to me.

“ I feel sorry for them.  They got snagged in the web.”

With that, he leaves and goes back to charming two possibilities for himself tonight. Everyone who is vetted into this club knows that once you sit at this table, you are snagged into the composer’s web. 

The Beast in a Red Dress pt 5 (Tention) Rated R

 

(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

Tyler

I hate this assignment. When I was told that there was going to be a young girl assigned. My immediate reaction was “hell no”. I will not protect anyone. I am here to eliminate and that is it.

Then I saw the amount of money and I almost had mini stroked from it. They gave me the barest of information. The picture of a tall man who works at the university was to be my target. That shit did not help. I was told that to lure him out I would need a decoy.

The shit head likes them really young. That is where Angel comes in. When I first saw her, I thought she must have done something really bad to be set up to be bait. As I get to know her, I can see why.

She has a defiance in her that needs to be taken in hand. She is quiet but her eyes convey so much more. I watched her on the video. She could run and I mean Olympic medalist speed running.

When she passed the finish line, she was trying to catch her breath and she bent over, and I grit my teeth. Angel is going to get me killed.

She is too damn attractive. Her body made me think too many things.  I lash out and she silently lashes back. There was one thing I noticed on the screen in the corner. The video was watched at least fifteen times before I got to see it.

Marcus must be trying to figure out how to save the girl instead of sticking to the plan.

Shit.

Marcus

I went to my room and stripped down. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and started my work out.

Fifteen years of secret military service and this mission has me baffled. Why do they have this girl here? Who is she. I put feelers out and no one has heard of her other than the basics and that does not tell me why she is here.

I have been watching her since the day she came. She acts like the typical teen. Defiant, moody and a pain in the ass.

Now that image came to mind as well. I shook my head to clear the image. She is too young, and she is not supposed to live through this.

That also gets me. Is it a debt she has to pay with her life? This does not sit well with me at all, but I will stick with the mission.

After doing a hundred pushups. I switched to crunches. I have a routine. Routine keeps me focus and on point. Routine is predictable. Angel is a wild card. I don’t like it. I don’t like her.

I got up to look at the video of her in her room. she is playing music at reasonable level this time and getting ready to take a shower.

She must love the shower. Then a flash of her legs came to mind.

Fuck

Angel

My shower felt really good and taking care of that pent up sexual tension in the shower was not bad either.

Those two would be interesting to have. Both dominating in different ways. I seen the way they looked at the video. They showed nothing but professionalism.

That is, they appear to show only professionalism. I saw the slight swallow Marcus did as he watched. Then the clenching of Tyler’s jaw when I ran. I wonder what type of men they are. What preference do they like in women because they both seen something that affected them in a carnal way.

What had they seen that allowed me to see a tell like that? It does not matter right now. Right now, I am seventeen and I will have to take care of my needs until this assignment is completed.

I sat on the bed and rubbed lotion on my skin. I looked at the scratch on my knee and shook my head. I had worse but I will have to get him back for this.

Tomorrow at practice I think the star athlete Linette will shed a tear or two for my pain.

The Beast in the Red Dress pt 4 (Grabbing Attention)

(Intended for mature audiences.)

There was quite a turnout for the track and field practice. I walked over to the female runners and noticed that most of them had already buddied up except the girl who seemed to be keeping her distance from the others.

I went over and dropped my bag. I sat down on the artificial turf and began to stretch. The couch was not here yet, so everyone was doing their own thing.

“Hey you’re a runner, right?” The girl asked.

“Yea,” I said giving her the teenage coldness.

“Well, I think you are supposed to be over there with the others.”

“Aren’t you a runner?”

“No. I am in the speed walking event and shock put. Usually, the runners stay together.”

“Oh, Is there another speed walker on the team?” I asked curiously.

“Not this term. The other girl graduated and right now everyone wants to run.” She said as she was doing exercise to loosen her hips.

“Well, I’m fine where I’m at right now,” I told her.

“Ok. My name is Jen.”

“Angel”

I turned my head when the couch came.

“Listen up. This year’s competition is brutal. I just went over the top runners from the school that are the most treat. Ladies I will tell you this. There are at least three top runners and two that are promising.

Saying that I want us to do a mock 4×4 relay. There is enough of you to run against each other to give me an idea what I have to work with. When I call your name, I will put you in the group. These names are being called I put together at random. So do not think you are going to have your friends with you.

I watched the girls and five girls in particular caught my eye.

“They are not going to be happy about this.”

“So, what this is practice.”

“Yeah, but that group rarely does anything separated.”

I did not get to see all of their faces but I knew that one of my targets has to be in that little group.

The groups were set up by random. I had a girl who clearly was not ready to run against her seniors. The five girls were split. One in each group and in different positions.

My team was gold. The other color was green, blue, red and black. I was the last leg and I smiled.

They ladies were at the starting line and the gun went off. This was a sprint run so it went pretty fast. You could see who the weak link was and who was the strongest.

My turn was next, and we were in second place behind the black team. Once the baton was handed off to the girl in front of me, she bolted. She was the one I had to beat to get on everyone’s radar.

I felt when the baton hit my hand and I ran without a thought but to pass her by a wide margin. I caught up to her in a straight run and once we made the second turn I began to pull away.

I gap was beginning to get wider. I was four strides to the finish line when I zeroed in on the couches surprised face.

I crossed the finish line and he looked at his watch. The other girl crossed at east twenty seconds after.

Jen was the first person that came to me and congratulated me on the win. The girl on the other hand glared at me surrounded by her friends.

“I think you made an enemy. Lennette never loses a race even when it is just practice.” Jen said.

That was what I was counting on.

The rest of the day went by uneventful until I was about to leave. A tall guy walked in my path blocking me.

“I heard you beat my sister today in a race.”

“It was practice. Pretty sure she will probably beat me tomorrow.”

“Probably. Hugh?”

“Yeah, now can you let me go. My driver is waiting for me.”

“Oh, you’re the new girl with the parents that died.”

What a piece of shit.

“The way you are acting it is obvious you do not know who we are so I will give you this knowledge for free. I am Joshua Ward. My sister is Lennette Ward. Our Grandfather is the founder of the school that your new money bought you in. Tomorrow you are going to get a cramp or something and my sister will win.”

This prick is far from intimidating, but I have to play the part.

“Do you know what practice is. Tomorrow is not going to have a race. I need to go.”

He looked surprised by the way I was talking to him. I felt I could have gone harder, but I was a young female in a new school. I had to behave since my uncle is on the board.

I walked around him and predictably I tripped over his shoe landing me on the stone walkway. My knee was scratched from the fall because the stupid skirt was too small. I could see Tyler starting to walk towards me.

Joshua bent over and whispered, “get a cramp.” then walk off in the opposite direction.

Tyler got to me and helped me up. We walked to the care in silence and once inside I could not help the smirk, I had at what happened.

“What’s up with that one?” Tyler asked.

“Nothing much to tell. First day.” He nodded and looked at me in the rare view mirror as I put my headphones on. I could tell he could not gage me and I was alright with that.

Later that night I got called downstairs by Marcus. He looked put out.

“I heard that you won a race.”

“It was practice.”

What the hell is it with everyone about this practice.

“Well, you brought attention to yourself. The girl you beat is one of the board members daughters.”

“So?”

Tyler was in the room listening. He seemed bored.

“Look at this Tyler.” Marcus said.

He walked over and somehow; he had gotten footage of the practice run. They both were glued to the screen and then looked up at me.

“Your fast.” Tyler said shocked.

“You need to pull back and make friends with her. Gain her confidence to get intel.”

I caught when Tyler adjusted himself a bit after watching me run. I guess the shorts I wore showed off my ass in the right way.

“Marcus I think the girl’s brother tried to tell her to throw the next practice race.”

“Do it. Better yet don’t. Get him interested in you and play them against each other.” Marcus said.

“Play who against each other? He already shown that he is protective of his sister.” I said.

Marcus’s brain was working overtime, but I had my own agenda. I get him something tomorrow, but it won’t be from my targets.

That was my que to leave them. I had enough of playing seventeen and needed space.

“Where are you going?” That question came from Tyler and at that moment I did not give a shit. I was not this innocent child that they think I am. I need space.

I climbed the stairs two at a time and when I was close to my room an arm blocked my path. A thick arm with a sleave curled up to the elbow. His cologne smelled very musk mixed with him.  I had to control myself.

He leaned into my ear and said,” I told you earlier when I ask you a question you answer it.”

I turned meeting his glare and shot him one of my own. This close I can see the control that he radiated. His eyes hyper focused on me and my every movement.

“I am going to my room.” I said in a voice that was so low and controlled I had to give myself a trophy for it.

“I do not deal with brats.”

“Or what?” I pushed seeing his nose flare slightly. I would normally take the rhines on this, but I could not break cover yet. I ducked under his arm and closed the door.

I looked at my watch and hit the button that changed the camera to a recording. I had sent the 24-hour video to a contact that was brilliant at video illusion. I sent him a picture of what I wear for the day and the illusion is wearing the outfit. The green light flashed showing it was running.

I went to the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of dark rum and took a couple down.  I put it back in the hiding spot I created and turned the shower on. I took the outfit off and began to stretch out my muscles.

I looked at my body in the mirror and loved what I saw. My breast full with large areola’s. Firm stomach and ass that I worked out relentlessly to keep.  Thick thighs and firm calf’s.

Even my sex looked good and right now ached for attention. I just could not bring myself to handle it tonight. I needed to dominate someone. I needed someone’s lips to gently kiss my clit. Maybe I could handle it because I refuse to be angry and pent up. That is defiantly going to get someone killed.