Few were the times where Six would look back fondly upon
the past. It was filled only with pain and regret, mistakes he wished he could
do away with were he allowed a second chance. Live a different life, one where
his single greatest fault did not exist. He trusted the wrong person, loved a
maniac, and here he was paying the price for his mistake once more.
That said, he had managed to come up with many useful bits
of information. Names of those who Lynette had close connections with. Power
people who, while keeping to the shadows to conduct their work, kept
appearances on the surface to turn any possible conspiracist away. Individuals
who, for the most part, Six had believed to work for the benefit of mankind,
both large and small. As it would turn out a great many friendly faces were in
actuality as power hungry as some historical dictators. They were good at
keeping facades, as he doubted even Lyza would have suspected them. He’d be
sure to remember them should he get out of this alive.
Especially the name of the one who continuously called
Lynette. An Auric Minerva who, as it seemed, was very VERY close to his
‘mistress’. Six found it funny. Minerva, the very same name of the woman who
had begun the creation of the formula which made betas. He did not know the
relation between the two, only that the name they shared was of no coincidence.
And the fact that Lynette was apparently holding their ‘collar’ was all too
humorous.
It was almost enough to make Six forget the situation he
was in.
Up above him, the unseen goddess who ruled over Los
Demonios instructed how best for her servants to work. As she rested
within a tub of soapy water, Lynette kept a watchful eye on the beta slaves
that worked on massaging her legs, arms, and even feet. Any who were found
slacking were quickly dealt with, laziness in no way tolerated by the would-be
goddess. Some were gripped and crushed in the palm of her hand, others were
tossed into the bathwater to struggle and drown. The most unlucky ones were used
to alleviate any boredom Lynette may have felt, their lives apparently
amounting to nothing more than toys for her pleasure.
Thankfully, Six was able to avoid all of those fates thanks
to his current position. He sat patiently behind Lynette’s soaking hair,
instructed to get any knots out. There was no threat that came with the order,
though judging by what he had seen in the short week none had to be given.
Failure to meet Lynette’s expectations was often met with quick retribution.
And the worst part was none of them even screamed. No
matter how brutal they were slaughtered, no matter how many limbs Lynette would
tear off of ‘disobedient’ servants, they’d never so much as whimper. Some who’ve
even been crippled were among those who had been enslaved and yet were just as
blindly loyal as every other. They were broken beyond any sense or reason.
Their sole existence was to provide their master comfort. Heaven forbid they
don’t meet her expectations, but then again not much remains for them when
already they rested within hell.
Six looked up to his current task, noting its impossibility
for one his size. Even if he was determined he’d never be able to get it done
in the time Lynette would desire. Already she’s told him to hurry up at several
intervals. And with each minute that passed by, he dreaded the notion of being
found out. All Lynette would need to do was pluck him from his little spot,
lift him up to her eyes and try to rip off his arm only to find she needed to
exert actual effort to do so. He’d be found out, caught red-handed, and at her
complete and total mercy.
To be at the mercy of yet another power-hungry maniac. Six
could think of no fate more cruel nor ironic. Here he was, after taking such
measures to never see his previous tormentor again, only to fall under the
shadow of someone nearly as bad. It was spirit-breaking; humiliating to be
found in a situation that almost mirrored his previous hell. At the very least
Lynette didn’t bother to try and recognize him, nor did she really ever pay his
presence any mind. In only a week Six had lost count of the times he’d been
caught underfoot or beneath the CEO’s ass.
The weight of both was immense and even life-threatening; a
sensation of danger Six had not truly felt for quite some time. Ever since he
was shrunken if he were to be completely honest. He’s been unbreakable,
indestructible. Now? He had more bruises than he wished to count.
It was a certain eye-opener. Especially when he had to peel
himself off of Lynette’s body when she was asleep. Otherwise, she might find
out where he was hidden away and promptly punish him for it.
Six could certainly take a beating. He was quite tolerant
of pain. But still, he’d much prefer avoiding death if he could help it.
“God, can’t you go any faster?” Lynette asked, slightly
turning her head to face Six. He grimaced. This would make It the fifth time
she’s called him out. At most, she gave her servants three, so what he was
allowed was a luxury he was already taking advantage of in her eyes. “How much
longer will you possibly need?”
Lynette shifted her body, an act that forced any beta upon
her form to go tumbling into the warm, soap-lined water with no method of
escape. They would drown, not in fear but in acceptance. Possibly anticipation
as well. This was their only escape.
The towering god of a woman loomed over Six, casting him in
a shadow that weighed and judge every one of his movements. Anything he did it
felt as though that would contribute to a tally already working against him.
Lynette tapped her fingernails against the porcelain of the tub, waiting
patiently for an answer that would not come. She did not allow her servants to
speak. Even if it was to explain themselves they weren’t allowed a single word.
They were meant only to follow the instructions given to them and accept the
consequences of their own ineptitude.
Of course, Six could say nothing then. He could only avert
his gaze as Lynette watched him with piercing emerald eyes, her pink hair
blanketing his surroundings until all the Beta could see was her. He dared not
look at her, not from fear of being found out but for worry of being reminded
of another. Six knew Lynette never truly cared to give his improving condition
any real thought when he worked under her. Though she’d ask Roxanne for updates
on any improvements he doubted she ever really took a worthwhile look.
So when she looked down upon Six, he did not fear she would
recognize him. He did well to hide away the wrappings that still covered his
body. Instead, the longer she held her glare on him the more Lynette reminded
Six of her.
Of Maya.
The pink hair and emerald eyes gave way to an image of
faded blue that had hounded and haunted the beta’s thoughts for years. His
original tormentor. His devil and captor. His first real love; the very same
one who had killed him and cursed him to live in such a humiliating body. He
didn’t even curse her name for fear of breaking down should he even, for a
moment, be reminded of her.
And yet, as he looked to meet the eyes of his new ‘master’
all he could see was her. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t
escape Maya. Even if he reminded himself that he was free of her clutches,
though, in the hands of another equally undesirable, he knew she was still
within the same city as he. That in itself was far too close for comfort in his
mind.
Six fell back in terror, his fear bringing a smile to
Lynette as she seized the beta in between her fingers. She took no care and
hardly bothered to keep his well-being in consideration and wondered how best
to use a terrified little speck like him. She couldn’t kill him, not quite yet.
Obviously, this speck was new. Clearly, they don’t quite understand their place
here in her home quite yet.
But there were ways she could break him. Ways that would
force obedience within him at a faster rate. “How do you suppose you should be
punished?” Lynette asked. Six said nothing for a few moments, fully expecting
her to answer for him. The goddess who held him chuckled. “I’ll let you talk,
just this once. I’ll even let you choose.”
“Would you prefer lotioning my body?” Lynette suggested.
“Making my hands and footsies soft? Or maybe perhaps a massage? You and a
couple of others can help me destress after a week of work.”
Massage. Right…Because Six certainly didn’t know what would
happen should he pick that one. What always started off as a means of destressing
always evolved into something more intimate. He’s lost count of those lost to
the more carnal desires. It actually reminded him of times when Maya and Lyza
would use a few shrunken kidnappies for their own pleasure.
“Honestly, I’d prefer it if it was them over
Lynette…” at the very least those two left survivors behind.
“Or you can clean out my teeth with the other little things
that decide they’d much rather take their sweet time.” Lynette’s final offer
sent a chill down Six’s spine. He knew that was a threat. A death sentence for
those who could not perform. Lynette did not swallow or eat her servants.
Instead, she drowned them, leaving them within her jaws as she flooded it with
saliva, cold water, or some soft beverage. She tears them apart, swishing the
liquid within her mouth and crashing their bodies against her teeth.
Unceremonious and wasteful as she’d never swallow what she drank.
“The lotion…ma’am.” Six finally said. Lynette’s smile
faltered.
She had expected better. “Really, that’s it? I thought
you’d wanna please me. Instead, you wanna do things safely. How boring is
that?”
Six tried to speak again, hoping to question what Lynette
meant. She quickly shut him up by increasing the pressure with which she held
him.
“Hush hush now, you had your chance to talk. As for your
choice…” Lynette gave it only a few moments of thought. “Hmmm…no, I don’t think
you’ll do for pampering. You’ll just have to settle for a massage.”
Of course, he held no choice in her ultimate decisions. The
freedom had acquired for the better part of a year was dashed the moment he had
arrived past her doors. He had no more power than when all his torment began.
So, he didn’t fight it.
He did not struggle as Lynette lowered him down, guiding
the Beta’s body down her neck, in between her breasts, and finally in between
her legs. Six held his breath as he was taken below, the water stinging his
eyes yet doing little to hide away the bodies of several dozens of servants who
had sadly perished.
They deserved better, true, but in their deaths, they had
allowed Six to continue on for a few days more. Each life lost was ultimately
for his benefit, but even then that could not last forever.
With her other hand, Lynette went to work spreading open
her womanhood while also massaging it tenderly, hungrily waiting in eagerness;
fully prepared in offering this small soul to what would likely have been his
final hour of life.
Then, much to her disappointment, the doorbell rang.
Lynette pulled Six free from his would-be grave. He was in there for only a few
seconds for the pressure to increase to a point where breathing had grown
difficult. He could see nothing; no light was offered within the fleshy cavern
that could give him a sense of the horror which had surrounded him. He had no
air and would have lost consciousness had he not been pulled free.
He was brought to face Lynette, her face flushed red and
angered. She bit her lower lip, wishing to continue but knowing she had to
stop. Whoever was at her home was having the time of their life abusing the
bell. Any more and Lynette might go mad. Though, being prevented from one of
her favored activities already seemed a likely case.
“You’re getting off easy.” Lynette hissed. “That’s more
than I’m fucking getting.”
She dropped the beta onto the rim of her bathtub before
climbing out, nearly taking Six with her as her foot passed overhead,
boulder-sized droplets of water crashing down on him. Six couldn’t even run for
fear of falling into the water. And he couldn’t take a leap off of the rim and
towards the floor below like he once could. Now that could prove very fatal.
He was trapped, the only thing he could do was wait as
Lynette dried herself off and put on a robe. Whoever her visitor was would have
hell to pay for interrupting her fun. She’d ruin them if they didn’t have a
good reason as to why they were bothering her.
“You.” Lynette turned to face Six once more. Each step she
took toward him only further demonstrated the power she held over his life. She
placed an open palm before the beta and waited. He didn’t need to be ordered to
step on, and before he knew it he was being lowered to the floor.
Lynette tilted her hand, letting Six drop before rising
back to her full height. All he could see were her feet in front of him, still
tipped with green nails. Looking above, he found her jet-black muff was
completely exposed. He immediately went red before averting his gaze. As it
would turn out, the carpet did not match the drapes.
At least Six now knew she and Lyza shared natural hair
colors. The load of good that would do him...
Whether Lynette knew that he saw or even cared was not
important. “I want you to wait in my room until I’m done with whoever’s here.
If I have to find you when I get there I’ll throw your ass right into a garbage
disposal. We clear?”
Six nodded vehemently, and with that Lynette was off. At
the very least she took care in where she placed her next step, making sure Six
was out of the way before walking off. Which how pissed she was he had at the
most five minutes.
Six if it was some church seeking a donation. Lynette had
to keep up appearances after all and would likely donate a ‘small’ sum.
The beta ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. In
the time he was given Six couldn’t possibly hope to cover the distance Lynette
wanted of him. Her home was far too large for him to navigate quickly. Her room
waited on the third floor of this mansion of and required special aid for betas
to get to. For the time it’d take him to get there the same way all the other servants
did he’d need more than thirty minutes.
That was part of the reason why she had so many. A few
would never be able to get anything done.
“She’s trying to kill me, isn’t she?” Six wondered. “or at
most trying to teach me a lesson!” he would certainly face some punishment for
keeping Lynette waiting once she was done concluding her business. It wasn’t
like she’d offer him a helping hand. He’d be late, just as she had likely
planned, and he’d be forced to endure some humiliation.
“God, this is the worst!”
Six had many regrets in his life. The horrid plan that led
him here was most certainly near the top of that ever-growing list.
“I…suppose we can take a seat.” Lynette’s growing voice
signaled her quick return and as Six could have guessed he wasn’t even halfway
to where he needed to be. He was stuck there, smack dab in the middle of the
living room, out in the open, and with no place to hide. Immediately he
prostrated himself in the hopes that Lynette would go easy on him. He felt
footsteps, the rise and fall of gargantuan figures which could close the
distance he could not. First came the set that was, of course, the master of so
many betas here. Then came…another?
Lighter than Lynette, though he wouldn’t tell her that
upfront, but louder. Wearing some sort of heavy shoes judging by the footfalls.
Six was very skilled at determining what sort of shoes others were wearing
just from the vibration and sounds of their footfalls.
He took a risk and looked up, even knowing it might anger
Lynette, and felt his blood run cold.
There, standing beside Lynette, was a beautiful woman with
hair of dull crimson tied back into a ponytail. Her blue eyes shined brightly
as she scanned the floor; searching for something. Or rather someone.
Despite the cold weather outside they seemed rather lightly
dressed, wearing a long black skirt and turtleneck. They didn’t even bother to
wear gloves despite the chilling weather.
The world around Six seemed to spin the longer he looked at
this woman. She appeared normal, the same as every other soul who would walk
the street at night. The thing was nobody dared to. So many deaths in recent
years had cleared the streets of all but the most stubborn of individuals. All
Six knew the reason why. It was the very same reason why he was stuck so small.
It was only when Lynette had turned her back towards the
woman did their gaze turn to face Six, the woman immediately having spotted him
out and having only put on a show of searching. She’s had a long time to pick
up such skills, all so that she may never lose her one and only again.
She smiled, showing off the same grin that Six was forced
to endure for years. His body flooded with terror. He found it hard to breathe.
He couldn’t run or hide, no matter how hard he searched for a means to. The
world would not stop spinning as, in the center of the chaotic mess that was
his fracturing life, Six found himself in the gaze of his devil once more.
Fear. He had not felt fear like this since he originally
fell under her shadow, just as he had believed the worst point of his life was
well behind him. Oh how foolish he was then to think he could ever truly be
free on who loved him so sickeningly.
“Maya…”
She had found her beloved once more.