Chapter 1Reaper Butterfly

Every time my husband beats me on his livestream, I have to secretly touch up my fake bruises on the floor.

If I am even a second too slow, the cuts and gashes heal right in front of the camera.

Honestly, this godforsaken healing factor is a nightmare.

But during today's stream, a highly annoying comment floated across the screen.

"Bro, stop hitting her. Your wife isn't human. She is a Reaper Butterfly. Once the pupa breaks, it feeds on human flesh!"

I fluttered my invisible, innocent wings.

Oh my. Looks like someone finally figured it out.

Too bad it is already way too late.

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Just because I said "thank you" to the delivery guy, my husband, Dexter, grabbed me by the hair and threw me across the room in front of thousands of viewers.

"You shameless sl*t! Are you that desperate for male attention? If you do not talk to another man for a single day, do you just lose your mind?"

Instead of getting angry, I kept apologizing to him.

I even dropped to my knees, hugging his leg, swearing I would never do it again.

The viewers were absolutely furious, flooding the chat to curse out our completely twisted dynamic.

"Does this woman have some kind of abuse kink? She is gorgeous. Why the hell is she staying with this worthless piece of trash just to get beaten every day?"

"Any OG fans here? Is this a scripted bit? Because that hit looked way too real."

"Everyone just mind your own business. The neighbors called the cops on them multiple times. Last time, she was beaten so badly she ended up in the ICU. But she literally told the cops it was a private marital issue. Stop wasting your pity on her!"

Dexter watched the superchats and digital gifts flooding the screen. The money made him manic.

"Keep the gifts coming, boys! I am going to show you what a real man looks like!"

"A good wife is molded by discipline! Women are wired to submit. The harder you hit her, the more she begs you to stay!"

Dexter's entire channel revolved around him abusing and "training" me.

Every time my face was swollen and bruised, he raked in a massive wave of donations from toxic viewers.

To keep the hype going, Dexter pinned me to the floor and rained heavy punches down on me.

He did not stop until I lay there, my eyes rolling back into my head.

But before I could carefully act out my recovery and crawl back up, I realized the severe lacerations from his knuckles were already closing.

Speechless. This absurd healing factor was going to blow my cover.

I discreetly reached into my pocket, smearing a fresh layer of FX makeup and fake blood over my face.

When the camera finally caught me again, my eyes were blackened, my cheeks were swollen, and terrifying gashes lined my jaw. I looked absolutely pathetic.

Coupled with my continued gentle, subservient behavior, I looked like the perfect, broken maid.

This made a bunch of jealous male viewers completely lose their minds.

They kept spamming the chat, demanding to know how Dexter managed to bag a woman like me.

Dexter was visibly out of breath. He panted heavily before smirking at the camera.

"My wife is just naturally built for this. The more I discipline her, the better she behaves. If I skip a day, she practically begs for it!"

The comment section was completely polarized. Half the people were violently criticizing him, and the other half were praising his "alpha" control over his household.

Suddenly, a bizarre comment popped up out of nowhere.

A user named CryptidWatcher typed a message in bold red text.

"Your wife is not a human being. Only a Reaper Butterfly possesses a skin suit that flawless."