“Good. Both of you listen to me well. Wake Yas up and prepare her to leave. Have her write a quick runaway note, then stuff her bed with pillows like she ran away. Tyson knows where my burner phone is in my room. Search for the name Ruby and John then call it. Yas will be—" Syris had called my name and cut off my sentence.
“Bring yo’ ass in here now, Butterfly!”
I stood to my feet and spoke faster. “Tell Ruby that you’re calling on my behalf. From there, make arrangements and get Yas out of here after midnight. She’ll be in the states, but safe from Syris and that old pervert.” I stood then walked away quickly.
“Wait!” Temi shouted.
“Yeah, sis?”
“Who are those people?”
I got quiet for a beat and turned away from her. “My parents.”
I exited the dining hall then walked slowly to Syris’s office. I didn’t know why he was checking for me so damn hard, but I had a feeling something was up. The moment I entered his office and saw his new play toy, also known as Starry, and Muse’s baby mama, I knew some shit was about to go down. I couldn’t believe she’d abandoned such a beautiful little soul like MJ, but a raggedy bitch was going to do raggedy shit. The sly grin on her face revealed she knew what Syris had going on, and I was willing to bet she was involved, some kind of way.
“Yes, Syris,” I spoke around the lump in my throat and the twist in my stomach.
“Why am I hearing from other people that my Butterfly has dick on the side?”
I eyed Starry as she laid sprawled on Syris’s desk. The satisfactory look in her eyes expressed how happy she was to get her revenge back from that ass whipping I’d given her.
“Syris, I have not fucked him. We are just friends. That’s it.”
“But you want to fuck him. I bet you want to be with him as well, don’t you?”
“Syris, it’s not like that, but if it was, you permitted us to have a friend on the side.”
“Them! Not you!” he shouted. “Those privileges don’t apply to you.”
“Then tell me, Syris, what I can do because everyone else seems to be able to live their life except me!” I yelled back.
Syris stood swiftly from his seat, and items from his desk spilled onto the floor before he stomped around his desk and slapped the piss out of me. I hit the floor hard as hell. My head slammed against the wooden tile and pain filled me immediately. I tried to scramble away, but he was on me. Syris lifted me by my hair then pulled me to his desk. He took a seat then pushed me to my knees in front of him, while he unbuckled his belt. He removed his large pulsing dick, and I cringed because I didn’t want to do this in any kind of way.
“By the time I’m done with your throat and pussy, that nigga won’t think twice about you.”
In a flash, Syris snatched my head back and impaled his dick down my throat. “Show the fuck out, or I’ll break your damn neck,” he growled.
Slowly my shaky hands rose and stroked his dick as I savored his shaft. “Yeah, just like that, Butterfly!” he moaned as he leaned back and pressed my head further onto his dick.
My fallen tears added more moisture as I slobbered all over his heavy dick. I was so tired of Syris’s abuse and sexual abuse at that. The degrading and sexual pleasure had to end. I was beyond tired of him and all his bullshit.
Flattening my tongue, Syris was able to slide down my throat further, and he whimpered like a bitch. “Fuck, Butterfly! Don’t nobody satisfy me like you, baby. And you trying to give that good throat game and wet pussy to somebody else, I think the fuck not. Starry, bring your ass over here and satisfy, my Butterfly.” I froze at his demand because it’s been a while since he’s forced me into a threesome. “Did I tell you to stop? Get moving before I slap your ass again.”
The sound of Starry’s ho pumps filled the air until she lowered herself to the floor and crawled under my long maxi dress. My body shuddered with disgust as she pulled my thong to the side, and her tongue invaded my sweet spot.
“Hmm. Damn!” she expressed in a satisfying tone. I rolled my eyes because I hated her and him. Starry gripped my thighs, and her tongue dove further inside of me. She was down there, moaning like her life depended on it while I hated the pleasure I felt.
“I know what that sound means. My Butterfly tastes like heaven. Both of y’all need to get that shit because it’s going to be a long night.” Syris gripped my hair harder and that made me rise higher a little. While I continued to suck Syris dry, I squirted onto Starry’s face, and something glimmered in my eyes. Adjusting my head in his lap, I noticed the shiny object was his gold letter opener that had fallen to the floor before he slapped me. Without missing a beat, I quickly grabbed it and stabbed him in his thigh.
“Oww!” he screamed, and his dick slipped out of my mouth.
I snatched the opener from his thigh, then stood swiftly. With my foot pressing down on Starry’s throat, I aimed the opener at Syris’s neck. “Nigga, I will kill you dead right now if you put your fucking hands on me again. I’m not your personal punching bag, sex slave, and you don't own me. Are we fucking clear!” I shouted.
“Cry-crystal!” he stammered out.
“Good.” I held onto the opener, then looked at Starry. I snatched her away from Syris while still wearing my bulky designer sneakers, and I stomped that ho until I was tired. Leaning down for only her to hear, I spoke with venom. “That was for MJ and Muse. You abandoned your family for dick and money, but don’t worry, pretty soon, MJ will be calling me mommy, and Muse will be eating this pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” Standing up, I kicked ho ass in the face, then limped out of his office.
Three weeks later
