Apex Predator Chapter 1, a red canyon, 2008 fanfic

Author's Note: WARNINGS ARE INCLUDED – READ BEFORE STARTING TO READ THE STORY:

Well, there's no denying it. This is going to be, by far, the sickest thing I've ever written – as in sick and twisted. Big Mac's finally gonna meet his match with this bitch. I've had a lot of fun working on this chapter and I haven't quite decided yet if that's a good thing or a bad thing. *laughs* I had plenty of inspiration from the theme song of the story – Apex Predator by Otep – as well as the 2 other songs I list at the bottom of the chapter.

Now, for all of you that are squicky – squirm icky – about sexual abuse or rape, this chapter is NOT for you since there are mentions of it used within this chapter and the rest of the story for that matter. Physical and mental abuse is another concept that will come up frequently, along with substance abuse and the side effects of each of the forms of abuse. Murder, torture, and other sadistic or masochistic behavior will also come into play. There will be HEAVY sexual content within this story as well.

The main OC for this story is just as fucked up – if not even MORE so – than Mackie boy is. So there's going to be some pretty heavy shit in each chapter – this one included. You get to find out more about the main character in this chapter and you'll be seeing some more new faces coming into play as the chapters go on. I've got the next 2 chapters written but I'm going to be rereading them and revising them before I post them as well. But, with any luck, they should be posted here within the next few days.

ALSO, I would HIGHLY recommend listening to the songs listed at the end of each chapter while you read because they gave me my inspiration and they're essentially the theme songs for each chapter. They really capture the themes of the chapter and the events that take place within it so I picked them for that very reason. Anywho, without further ado, I present to you, Apex Predator…

Apex Predator

Chapter 1: Daddy Dearest

(Open wide)

And when the medicine ran out
And when we didn't speak for days
I could hide inside your smile
Fade...
And curl up around the fang...
Drained...
Wasted away...

I'll be your toy
To seduce & destroy...
I'll be your toy
To seduce & destroy...

(Open wide)

I'll kill
What's killing me!
I'll do what I have to
To kill
What's killing me!

No one is clean...

Chemical bondage
Pale as parchment
I'll kill
What's killing me!

Abuse me
You can use me
Better living through chemistry!

(Mumbling…)

And when you fall asleep
And when you drop the key
I'll slide it inside your mouth
And say,
"Do you wanna play?"
Bang...
Blow you away...

You'll by my toy
To seduce & destroy...
You'll be my toy
To seduce & destroy...

(Open wide)

I'll kill
What's killing me!

I'll do what I have to
To kill
What's killing me!

No one is clean...

Chemical bondage
Pale as parchment
I'll kill
What's killing me!

Abuse me
You can use me
Better living through chemistry!

On your knees
Coughing up
Prayers made of
Money & Dust...

Serrated blades of
Your bated breath
Have made a monster
In the house of death...

Punctured, deflated
The snakes in your veins
Evacuated & slithered away
Are you sure you still want to play
This evil little game?

I'll kill
What's killing me!
I'll kill
What's killing me!

A devil made of crystal
Glistens like the sun
Fingers to the head
Pointed like a gun...

A devil made of crystal...
A devil made of crystal...

A devil made of crystal
Glistens like the sun
Fingers to the head
Pointed like a gun...
Pointed like a gun...
Pointed like a gun...
Pointed like a gun...

Are you sure you still want to play
This evil little game?

~*Mo*~

Monica Gray smirked to herself as she led her latest victim into his house. It had taken 7 years but she'd finally found him. She'd finally tracked him down and got a pinpoint location on him. Now, after all those years, she was FINALLY going to get her revenge.

She gave him a coy smile as she reached down to lace her fingers through his, leading him down the hall of the house the fucker was staying in. Just a few more minutes and her just desserts would be served. A wicked grin curled her lips. They always said revenge was best served cold. And she had something VERY cold in mind for this victim.

He gave her directions to his bedroom as she led him along behind her, his empty hand grabbing at her ass and giving her a firm squeeze. She laughed. If only he knew what she had planned for him. He'd be screaming and begging her. She closed the door behind them and locked it, looking up at him and smiling at him as she ran her hands up over his chest over his shirt.

"I've got a surprise for you…" she purred as she gazed up at him.

BOY did she ever! If only he knew.

"'S that so?" he asked her, a smirk curling his lips as his eyes boldly roamed over her.

She nodded and replied, "A BIG one."

"WELL… I just so happen ta like surprises," he told her, his hands roaming down and around her body to grab her ass and give her a firm squeeze, rocking her up against him.

She grinned from ear to ear as he found the cuffs and eased them out of the back pockets of her shorts.

"You a kinky little bitch?" he questioned, his eyes locking on her face.

She just nodded and moaning in a throaty little purr, "I've always wanted ta cuff a man ta the bed and ride his dick. You don't mind… Do you?"

She did her best to give him a sheepish smile and his lips curled into a wolfish grin, the smile stretching from one ear to the other.

He just shook his head and stated, "As long as you're ridin' my dick, I don't care WHATCHA do."

She gave him a huge grin, her eyes lighting up and a huge smile plastering itself across her face.

"Oh! Well let's get to it then, shall we?" Mo suggested, gesturing over to the bed, "Let's get these clothes off and head on over ta the bed."

He nodded and set the cuffs on the dresser before he started fumbling with his clothes. Mo stripped down to just her bra and panties – those WEREN'T coming off – before she grabbed the cuffs, twirling them on her fingers as she gestured with a nod of her head over towards his bed.

He made his way over to it and climbed right on. She swallowed hard to keep the bile down as she saw his naked body crawling across the bed. But she couldn't lose it. She couldn't fuck this up. Not now.

She made her way over to the bed and climbed right on.

"All right," she commented, "We've gotta get you all set up. Then the FUN begins."

And it would. She'd enjoy the HELL out of what she had planned for the sick fuck.

He just nodded and held his arms up above his head, letting her cuff first one wrist to the bed and then the other. But he leaned up to sink his teeth into the rise of her left breast as it threatened to spill out of the lace cup of her black bra. She cried out in surprise and fell backwards, landing on his crotch.

He gave her a smug smirk and leered, "Come on, sugar. Ride daddy's dick."

He ground his hips up into her ass and she gasped, quickly scrambling off of him and off of the bed, her eyes wide with horror and surprise as she looked down at him.

His brows wrinkled in confusion as he told her, "Well ya don't hafta slide your pussy down on it if ya don't wanna. I'd be just as happy ta shove it up your ass. Or even that hot little mouth of yours. ANY hole works, sugar."

Daddy. He'd said DADDY'S dick. And he was right. She'd been waiting 7 years for this night, for this moment. She made her way back over to her clothes and bent over, reaching into the sheath at her shorts to ease her knife out. It was her favorite, a sharp, smooth, silver-bladed hunting knife, a Bowie with a curve to the backside of the blade that led to a serrated edge along the top of the blade before the hilt.

Mo wrapped her hand firmly around the hilt and stood, turning to face him. His eyes locked on the blade before gazing up at her face, trying to read her eyes, then back down at the blade.

"Now whatcha doin' with that, sweetheart?" he inquired, his voice wavering a little, a clear indication that he was starting to get a little nervous.

He was starting to figure out that this night was about to turn VERY bad for him.

"I'm gonna have some fun," she answered, her full lips curling up into a wicked little grin, "I told you it was gonna be fun. I told you I was sick. I told you we'd have a REAL good time, didn't I?"

She drew closer to the bed with every sentence that left her lips. His eyes grew wider and wider, darting from her face to the knife and back again, over and over.

"Now, honey, I think you'd better put that down," he told her.

"Oh I don't think I wanna do that," she countered, "I think I'm JUST starting ta have fun."

"You're sick," he said, "Ya need help."

"Oh I'm about ta get my meds," she informed him, "I self-medicate, you know. I do it every so often when I get the 'itch'."

She climbed onto the bed and made her way up his body, straddling his hips with her own. She brought the blade of her knife up to skim the side of it over his cheek, dangerously close to his eye. He swallowed hard, his eyes closing as she felt his body tremble slightly.

"Aww… Now don't close your eyes!" she scolded, "You'll miss the BEST parts!"

The man kept his eyes firmly closed.

"Well that's okay," Mo assured him, "You'll still be able to feel at least."

She gave a wicked little grin and turned the blade, slowly dragging the sharp tip along his cheek, nicking him just beneath the eye. He whimpered and clamped his eyes shut tighter.

"Aww… What's the matter?" she questioned, "You scared, daddy?"

"Don't call me that," he said, his voice quiet, weak.

He'd always been weak. No self-control, no stamina, no physical strength. He was pathetic, a piss poor excuse for a man.

"You wanted me ta 'ride daddy's dick', didn't you?" she reminded him, "And now you don't like it when I call you daddy? Why's that, DADDY?"

She traced his eyebrow with the blade and he cringed. But he ignored her question.

"I have kids," he stated, trying a different tactic."

They always said they had kids, they had a family, they had a wife waiting for them or a boyfriend at home. It was always the same old sob story but a different face sobbing and shaking underneath her.

"Oh?" she asked.

He gave a slight nod and elaborated, replying, "I have 3."

This was news to her. She only knew of the 2.

He gave a jerky nod as she traced the line of his collarbone with the knife, drawing a thin little line of crimson along behind the blade's sharp tip.

He winced again and went on to say, "Yeah. I have a son, two daughters."

"TWO daughters?" she inquired, her bright blue eyes meeting his hazel ones.

He gave an energetic nod and answered, "Yes! Two."

"Tell me about your children," she pressed, gazing down at him.

She moved the blade back up to his face again, right next to his eye, and he whimpered and flinched.

"Now, none of that or you'll poke your eye out," she insisted.

He swallowed hard and she prompted, "Tell me about your children."

"Macy," he said, "My youngest daughter's name is Macy. She'll be 18. Her birthday's in a couple days. She's the smartest damn thing. She passed school with all A's. She's at the top of her class, valedictorian. She's in the National Honor Society, Math Club, Art Club, band. She's BRILLIANT. She's such a good girl. She's beautiful too. Made me proud. She's got blonde hair like her mother, green eyes, nice curves. All the men want her."

Mo's blood was practically BOILING in her veins. The sick fuck had had another child, another DAUGHTER. But he was PROUD of her. She was daddy's little dream daughter. She was PERFECT.

"And do YOU want her?" Mo asked him, skimming the side of the blade along his jaw line as she peered down into his face.

"No!" he cried, shaking his head hard.

"No?" she questioned.

"No!" he repeated, shaking his head again.

Mo glared down at him, reaching down to grab his chin firmly in one hand, holding his head still even as her other hand pressed the blade against his throat.

She leaned RIGHT down into his face and snarled, "Don't you fuckin' lie ta me. I asked you… Do you WANT her?"

"No!" he insisted, louder this time, "No! I've never been interested in her like that. She's my DAUGHTER."

She laughed, throwing her head back and practically cackling as the words spilled from his filthy lips.

"'She's your DAUGHTER'," Mo mocked as she lowered her head to look at him.

"And what about your OTHER daughter, Bill?" she asked him, "What about her, huh?"

"I never told you my name…" he mused aloud.

"ANSWER my fucking question!" she roared, bringing her empty hand back to slam her fist into his jaw.

He slowly opened his mouth and worked his jaw, clearly trying to figure out if she'd dislocated it. She wasn't an idiot. If there was one thing she'd learned over the years it was how to throw a fucking punch, among other things.

"Monica," he finally said after a couple moments' hesitation, "Monica Ivory Gray."

She nodded and praised, "That's right. Tell me about Monica."

"Monica's mother was a heartless bitch," Bill said, "She didn't care about anybody but herself, never had I guess. The bitch cheated on me but she'd never spread her legs for me."

"Oh I wouldn't say THAT, Billy boy," she sneered, "You fathered 2 of her 4 children, didn't you? Her first and her last."

His eyes grew so wide and she couldn't help but cackle again.

Finally, when she could breathe again, asked him another question.

"So what did you do?" Mo asked, "What did you do ta Monica?"

"The bitch wouldn't give it to me so I got it from the girl," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

And there it was, right there in his eyes. That sick little glint she knew oh-so-well. He was thinking about it, his disgusting dick twitching against the lace of her panties as she sat perched on top of him. He was growing hard at just THINKING about what he'd done, what he'd done to little Monica.

"What did you DO to her?" Mo insisted, squeezing at his chin until his winced in pain.

"I took what I wanted from her," he finally answered.

"And what was that?" she inquired.

"You KNOW what," he spat, glaring up at her.

"You wanna do this the hard way?" she questioned before nodding and sliding further down his body, "All right. We'll do it the hard way."

She pressed the tip of her blade to his hip, pressing down and dragging it down over the bone. He cried out, howling in pain and fighting at the cuffs that held him chained to the bed.

"TELL me!" she snarled.

"I touched her!" he shouted, "I touched her, okay?"

"What else did you do to her?" Mo questioned, "What did you do to Monica, Bill?"

"I made her do things ta me," he replied.

"What kinda things?" she pressed.

He was silent and she dug her blade into his right hip, making sure it matched his left one.

"Oww! Fuck! FUCK! Okay! Okay, okay! I made her watch while I jerked myself off. I made her jerk me off. I made her blow me. That what you wanna hear?" he asked.

"I don't think you're tellin' me everything, BILLY," she practically growled into his ear, "I think you'd better start bein' honest with me if you wanna leave this room alive."

His body trembled beneath hers and she heard him start to sob like the pathetic excuse for a man he was.

"I fucked her," he answered.

"What was that?" Mo asked, "I couldn't quite hear ya for all that blubberin', Billy."

"I fucked her, all right?" he repeated, a little louder this time.

"And how old was little Monica when you fucked her, Billy boy?" Mo prompted, sliding the blade down over his ribs and smirking as the crimson flow spilled out from the gaping wound, blood rushing down over his skin and soaking the sheets as it began to form a little pool around him.

"11!" he shrieked, "She was 11 years old!"

"And how long did you fuck your daughter, Bill?" she asked him, wiggling her knife a little just to hear him howl in agony.

"5…" he wheezed, "5 years…"

"5 years, huh? That's an AWFUL long time, Billy," Mo said, "And did Monica like it when you did these things to her? Do you think she enjoyed it?"

"She LOVED it," he lied, "She liked the way I fucked her tight little pussy. She begged for more. She always cried afterwards 'cause it felt so damn good. She used ta pull me closer and beg me not ta stop."

Mo snarled and buried her blade deep into his chest, losing all the patience and what little of her self-control she had left as she leaned down to snarl into his face, "She didn't love it. She fucking HATED it. She had a 'tight little pussy' because she was just a GIRL. She was a VIRGIN and you took that from her! You stole her innocence and you MOCKED her for it. She didn't beg you for more she begged you to STOP. She cried because she was scared and hurt and betrayed. You were her father! You were supposed to PROTECT her, not rape her and molest her! She tried to push you away, not pull you closer! I'm not the sick one, DADDY. YOU are…"

She let her words sink into his thick skull and watched as his eyes grew wider and wider as he gasped for air. He'd stopped fighting against the cuffs. His blood was still seeping from his chest. She gave him a sick smile and twisted the blade, wrenching his heart open. The blood gushed out as she eased her blade out of his body and slid off of him, wiping it on the stained sheets.

"Your little girl, grew up, Bill. She died that last night you raped her. And I took her place. And it might've taken me 7 fucking years to find you. But I FINALLY found you. And you paid the price. You paid for little Monica," she informed him, "But let's give you a smile, shall we? You always smiled when you touched little Monica."

She reached out opening his disgusting mouth as the blood started to slowly trickle out. She sank her knife into his mouth, slowly curling it upward, slicing clear up until she reached the point where his teeth stopped. Then she made the other side match, giving him a sick, Glasgow Smile.

"That's right. Smile, DADDY," she mocked his dead body as she wiped her blade on the sheets, "I know I am."

Then she got to work. She cut off each and every one of his fingers for touching little Monica. She cut out his tongue for kissing her. She cut out his eyes for looking at her. She even cut off his ears for enjoying to listen to little Monica sob and beg him to stop. He'd always said it was like music to his ears. Well, now he wouldn't get to hear his favorite station anymore.

She heard a knock at the bedroom door, 3 raps. That was the signal. She went to go unlock the door and pull it open. She found her brother standing on the other side of it.

"Is it done?" Joel asked her.

She nodded and gave a jerk of her head towards their dead father's body.

"It's done," she replied, "Now get the fuckin' prick out of my sight before I decide ta fuckin' mutilate him any further."

Joel nodded and headed into the room. Mo pulled on her black wife beater over her head and smoothed it down her taut stomach before stepping into her dark denim colored Daisy Dukes with stonewashed marks down the fronts of them, zipping them up and closing the button at her waist. She fastened the buckle of her belt and tucked her knife back into its sheath.

"I need ta go," Mo announced to her oldest brother, "I need ta get the fuck outta here, away from that sick fuck."

She gestured to the dead man that Joel was now releasing from the cuffs.

"Go if you've gotta. You've got my number," Joel pointed out, "I'll go ta the motel room after I'm done here."

She nodded and said, "I'll leave you the truck. You'll need it ta get rid of the body. And Joel?"

"Yeah, baby girl?" he questioned, looking over at her with those blue-gray eyes.

"Thank you…" she murmured softly, her voice so quiet it was nearly a whisper.

She didn't have to tell him what for. He already knew. Hell he'd wanted to find the fucker just as badly as she had, to make him pay for what he'd done to her. All 4 of the siblings had torn the country apart, following any lead they'd gotten on him. But they'd all turned up empty until Mo had found one of the bitches "Billy" had fucked regularly and gotten his information from her.

She turned and headed for the door, stopping just inside the doorframe and calling back over her shoulder, "He's got another daughter. Name's Macy. She's gonna die, Joel."

"Why's that?" her brother questioned curiously.

"'Cause she was his favorite," Mo answered simply.

Joel just laughed and teased, "Ya always were a jealous bitch, ya know that?"

She giggled before growing serious again and adding, "He never touched her. She never suffered. She's gonna suffer, just like we had to. She's gonna die, Joel."

Bill had never been good to their mother. Granted, she was a whore and she had a tendency to cheat on every man she'd ever dated or married. She'd CERTAINLY gotten around. But Billy was even worse to his children than he was to their mother. He'd beaten Joel on more than one occasion, often leaving him black and blue, and he'd treated Monica like a little plaything. He'd gotten what he deserved tonight. And that little bitch daughter of his was going to get it too.

Joel just nodded to her and said, "All right. We'll find her. 'Til then, we've gotta lay low, baby girl. And this little Podunk town is PERFECT for that. Shitty ass local cops. No state cops comin' anywhere near the place. All locally owned businesses. Nothin' but canyons for MILES. This place is the PERFECT spot ta hide out, Mo. It's the PERFECT place ta ditch the bodies. The coyotes will eat whatever's left over. It's a tourist trap during the summer but it's dead during the rest of the year, except for the locals. This will be good for us."

She just nodded to him and patted the doorframe before stating, "This bitch is thirsty. I'm gonna drive into town, take my car and find my way ta the bar after I clean up. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll find a good fuck ta help me come down off the high."

Joel just nodded and she headed out. She needed to get some alcohol into her system, help bring her down. She needed to find her way into a strong pair of arms and get a hard dick inside of her. She was wet and she was wanting. She always was after a good kill. And, when added to her amped up adrenaline, she knew she'd be at it for a while so it was going to take one hell of a man to handle her.

So she headed back to the motel she and Joel were staying in to take a shower and get ready. She applied her Twilight Woods body lotion from her neck clear down to her toes. Then she spritzed her Be Enchanted body shimmer spray all over herself, rubbing it into her skin. Now she smelled good enough to eat and she was covered in sparkles. She pulled on her favorite top, a charcoal gray one with a white skull and red flames surrounding it. The straps that came up over her shoulders and met in the middle at her back to form a single strap that came halfway down her back looked like a black belt with silver hoops in them. She wore a siren red, lacy bra underneath of it and a matching thong that had a see-through crotch underneath of her skintight, faded denim Daisy Dukes to go with it. She pulled on her black ankle socks and her brown Doc Martin shoes. She applied smoky eye shadow, black eyeliner, and black mascara to accent her eyes and she coated her lips with a blood red shade of lipstick. She gave her bright red, chin length hair a good brushing, leaving her long bangs to swoop down and cover her left eye, coming clear down to her nose. She smirked at herself in the mirror before nodding and heading out the door. NOW she was on the prowl for some hard, dirty, sweaty, kinky sex. 'Fast and furious', as Joel liked to call it.

-=Mac=-

Macario Sanchez was sitting at the bar, downing his third shot of Jack, when he heard the door open and stole a glance over in the direction of the sound, figuring it was another group of fucking college punks. He hated them all. They only reminded him of the fact that Devon, Walter's little golden boy, had gone to fucking college and Mac himself had only barely managed to graduate from high school. Of course, it didn't help matters any when the college kids were stupid as fuck, the arrogant little pricks, thinking they could do and say whatever they wanted in HIS fucking town, in HIS fucking bar. And that shit just didn't fly with him.

But it wasn't a college punk that walked into the bar and headed straight over to the bar. It was the hottest fucking bitch he'd ever seen. She had straight, thick, bright red hair that came down to her chin, her bangs long enough to cover her left eye and come to a top at the end of her nose. Her roots were black though, a clear sign that she'd dyed her hair. She had smoky makeup on and blood red lipstick coated those full, sexy lips. Those were lips that were MADE for sucking dick, sensual and slightly pouty. And the rest of her didn't disappoint either.

She was wearing a charcoal gray colored tank top that had a white skull on the front of it that was surrounded by red flames. The top clung to her curves, showing off an ample amount of her cleavage. The bitch probably had a set of C's on her. Her stomach was flat though, slender and toned, from what that shirt revealed as it clung to her form. She'd managed to squeeze that ample, well-rounded, firm ass into a pair of skintight, faded denim Daisy Dukes, showing off firm, toned legs that went on for miles. They were slender but strong, the kind he'd like to have wrapped around his waist while he fucked a bitch into the damn mattress.

But what REALLY caught Mac's attention were her tattoos. There was a skull that was surrounded by black roses that worked its way from halfway up the left side of her neck clear down to stop at the rise of her left breast. There was a skull with its mouth open, surrounded by white and red roses, on her right bicep. A black, tribal dragon with a forked tongue and sharp talons snaked around her left thigh. And she had a skull in the middle of a string of red roses that worked its way down her back, disappearing underneath her top. He wondered how far down it went, where it stopped. Just the thought of peeling that shirt off of her and following the trail of roses with his lips and tongue had his groin tightening and his cock twitching in his jeans as it started to perk up.

She bent over a bit at the bar, that ass sticking out a bit further as she crossed her arms and rested them on the bar. That right there was an ONION ass, one SO damn fine it made the boys cry. It was the kind men hated to see go but loved to watch leave. And he KNEW every pair of male eyes was on that ass right now, gawking at her and looking their fill. Honestly, he couldn't blame them. But, from his perch on his stool there at the bar, he could see how her tits threatened to spill out of her top too, which only made staring at her even more tempting and rewarding.

"Can I get a bottle of Jack?" the red-haired vixen asked Walter, who was standing behind the bar, wiping the other half of the bar down.

Walter nodded and came over to grab the other bottle of Jack Daniels Mac knew he kept stashed under the bar. There was always one in there for Mac, one to keep him as quiet and level-headed as he possibly could – which wasn't exactly all that much, ESPECIALLY when he got more alcohol in his system – and the other was for the customers.

Walter set a shot glass in front of the bitch and poured her a shot. But she just cocked her head to one side at him, her brows wrinkling, and reached out to take the bottle from him.

"I asked for the BOTTLE, not a shot," she pointed out, "I've got the money ta pay for it if that's what you're worried about."

She eased her billfold out of her front pocket and pulled out a $20 bill, followed by a $10 bill and slapped them onto the counter, commenting, "I've never seen a bottle of Jack cost more than $30. That oughta cover it. If it's that big of a fuckin' deal, I'll go down ta the liquor store, buy a fuckin' bottle, and bring it back here ta drink it."

"There's no liquor store in town, chica," Walter informed her, "I AM the liquor store."

She rolled her eyes and huffed, "Fuckin' figures. That $30 gonna cover it or do I hafta go a town over?"

Walter reached out to take the money and nodded to her. She nodded to him in return and downed the shot, sliding him the shot glass. She tipped the bottle back and took a long pull straight from the bottle. He found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she drank, watching her throat bob as she swallowed the hard liquor down. She didn't gag or cough like most bitches when they tried to drink the heavy stuff on the rare occasion. So she was a seasoned heavy liquor drinker.

Mac saw the red lipstick stain around the neck of the bottle as she eased her mouth back and his eyes drifted shut as he shifted on his stool, imagining those stains on his dick as she bobbed her head up and down on the length of his long, thick, hard shaft.

"Ya keep starin' like that and a bitch is gonna think you wanna fuck her," the red-headed bombshell said, turning her head to look at Mac.

He found that her eyes were a bright shade of blue, just as bright as his own.

When Mac didn't say anything, she cocked one brow at him and he watched as a slow, sure grin stretched across her face.

"No comment, huh?" she questioned, "Well that's too damn bad. 'Cause I was lookin' for a good, hard fuck tonight. Guess I'll hafta take Jack here with me and go look somewhere else. I'm sure I'll find a hard, willing dick somewhere."

That did it. Mac was up off his stool before she could even slide off hers, stepping in front of her and resting his hands on either side of the bar beside her, pinning her in place as he looked down at her.

"There's a willin' dick RIGHT 'ere…" he purred, reaching down to take her empty hand and bring it on down to cup the crotch of his old faded, holey jeans, "And, with enough teasin', he'll be hard as a fuckin' rock for ya too. If it's a good, hard fuck ya want, there's no one better in this fuckin' bar for that pussy right there."

His big hand reached out to cup her mound over those Daisy Dukes, giving her a firm squeeze, and she moaned, her hot breath fanning over his ear and making him shudder as she purred in a husky tone, "Then fuckin' prove it."

He gave a low growl, nipping at her cheek to show his possession over her to all the other fuckers in the bar that he knew were watching, regulars and tourists both. He skimmed his fingers up over the seam of her shorts, applying more pressure on his way up. She ground hard against his hand, rocking her hips up to meet his touch even as she wrapped her hand around his semi-hard dick and gave him a firm squeeze.

"That all you got?" she asked him before sucking at his earlobe.

His big body shuddered at the sensation. But he couldn't help but wonder if she was referring to his cock or the way he was rubbing at her over her shorts.

"Come on, you can do better than that…" she told him.

Mac growled into her ear as she gave him another firm squeeze, grunting, "Keep talkin' ta me like that and I'm gonna leave ya wet. Letcha find a clumsy fucker with a tiny pecker. Letcha have yer fun with HIM."

"Fine by me," the bitch stated, releasing her hold on his cock over his jeans and bringing it up to shove at his chest instead, "Get outta my fuckin' way. I'm single, I tingle, and I'm ready ta fuckin' mingle. Maybe I'll be able ta find a man that can actually get it up for me."

Mac wanted to backhand her for that smart-mouthed little comment. But he backed up, figuring she wouldn't actually take him up on his little suggestion.

But she hopped right off her stool and headed right on over to the jukebox, flipping through the selections before pressing a few buttons and slipping a couple quarters into the machine. He heard a techno song start to play but it wasn't like anything he'd ever heard a chick listen to. And the lyrics shook him to the core.

He listened to the lyrics as she brought her hands up into her hair, bumping her hips and swinging that ass to the beat of the music, mouthing the words to the song.

Someone…

you go to bed like ev'ry night
but there is fear inside your mind
you are afraid to close your eyes
inside your body your small heart cries
he says "girl my love is true
don't tell your mom the things we do"
you can't stand it anymore
it's too late, he opens the door

someone- comes to you at night
someone- watches you while you sleep
someone- says "baby please don't cry"
someone- wants to fuck you like a whore
someone- comes to you at night
someone- watches you while you sleep
someone- says "baby please don't cry"
someone- wants to fuck you like a whore

you see his shadow on the wall
he kicks away your little doll
you hear his soft and friendly voice
he says "baby don't make a noise"
but tonight you change your life
in your hands you feel the knife

Someone

This bitch was SICK. No normal woman listened to shit like that. But there she was, mouthing all the words to the song and dancing along to it. The way she moved was almost hypnotic, her hips bumping along to the beat of the music and her head bopping along in time. Her arms raised above her head, resting on top of her head as she crossed them or sifting her fingers through her hair. She ran her hands down her neck and on down over her ample chest, grabbing those big tits in her hands and giving them a firm squeeze, those black painted nails standing out against the colors of her top. But she didn't stop there.

She worked her hands down her trim little stomach and on down to her flaring hips. Her hands found her knees and she gave a wicked little grin as she squatted a bit, working her ass in slow, maddening circles before she shook it hard, her whole body shimmying. Mac watched as those tits threatened to bounce right out of her top. She danced a bit more, swinging her hips from side to side, before she popped her ass, working it up and down as she shook it.

All the men in the bar were watching her, every set of eyes glued to her like flies on a fucking fly strip. Hell they were all practically drooling for her. Mac heard them hooting and hollering. He heard them jeering at her.

"That's it, baby! SHAKE that ass!" one man hollered.

She winked over in his direction but continued to dance.

"We need ta getcha a pole, honey! Letcha fuckin' work it!" another one called out.

She slowly worked her tongue around the head of the bottle before tipping it back and taking a long pull and the fucker nearly choked on his own damn tongue.

"Bring that ass over here and show me some sugar, sugar," a third one shouted.

She bit her bottom lip, crooking her finger at him.

One of the college punks got up the balls to get out of his seat and head over towards her. She smirked as she straightened, looking at him and parting her lips to draw her tongue over her upper lip, nice and slow as she worked it from one corner of her mouth to the other. She puckered her lips at him and he came over to slip his fingers through the belt loops of her shorts. His hands slowly found their way down and around, filling themselves with her ass, and she giggled into his ear.

And, just like that, Mac had had enough. Hell he didn't think she'd actually go through with it. He didn't think she'd actually find another guy to take her home and fuck her brains out. But, by damn, she was sure as hell trying. And it was fucking working. He slid off his bar stool and stalked over to the dance floor. Every set of eyes left the red-haired little she devil to land on Mac, watching his every move carefully.

"Get yer fuckin' hands off her!" Mac roared at the punk.

The college kid froze, slowly turning his head in Mac's direction.

"H-Hey, man," he said when he saw the murderous look in Mac's crystal blue orbs, "I… I didn't mean nothin' by it. We were just dancin'. I… I didn't think she was with anybody."

"'S zat right?" Mac questioned, "Well I think ya thought wrong, boy. You'd best get on over ta yer boys 'fore ya wind up earnin' yerself an ass whoopin' you'll NEVER ferget. 'M I makin' myself clear?"

The guy gave a jerky nod and was quick to back away from Mac's little red-head, holding both hands up in the air as he backed his way over to his table.

"Get yer fuckin' bottle," Mac told her, "We're leavin'."

"Now listen here –," she started to say.

He leaned in to snarl into her ear, "No YOU listen here. I EVER see you let another man fuckin' touch ya again as long as yer here in town and I will BEAT him into the fuckin' ground. While yer here in Cainville, yer MINE, bitch."

She gave his earlobe a sharp nip, taking him by complete surprise at the clear display of retaliation, and growled right back, "I don't belong ta ANYBODY. I don't care WHO the fuck ya are. Ya don't own me. Not now, not EVER. I say when I fuck. I say how I fuck. And I SURE as hell say WHO I fuck. And let me tell ya somethin' right now. I can be as sweet as a fuckin' angel as long as ya treat me right. But you treat me like shit and I'm worse than the fuckin' devil himself. I'm not A bitch. I'm THE BITCH and it had BEST be in all capitals. You made it PERFECTLY clear that you didn't want me when you made that smartass comment about me findin' another dick ta fuck. That's what I was TRYIN' ta fuckin' do when ya came over here and cock-blocked me. And after the night I've had tonight? Ya keep your shit up and you're gonna wind up in worse shape than you've EVER been before."

He snarled into her ear and he felt her shudder, her body shivering against his.

"Get yer fuckin' bottle," he repeated, "We're LEAVIN'."

His voice was firm, his tone harsh, and the glare in his crystal colored eyes not leaving any room for debate as his big hands found her hips and spun her around, turning her towards the door and giving her ass a harsh slap. His hand landed with a loud THWACK on her ass and his hand stung like a son of a bitch so he KNEW she had to have felt something. Sure enough, she glared at him over her shoulder.

But when a slow, sure, wicked little grin curled at those delicious-looking lips, he nearly groaned. The fucking bitch was a kink. She'd enjoyed that spanking just as much as he'd enjoyed giving it to her.

"C'mon!" he barked, feeling his cock twitching in his jeans again and knowing that he was growing harder by the second, "Move yer fuckin' ass!"

Her hand wrapped around the neck of her bottle of Jack and she brought her other hand back to slip her fingers under his belt, tugging at his belt to get him moving.

"Come on, big guy," she taunted, "Let's go see whatcha got. We'll see if ya can stay on for 8 seconds or not. I bet ya can't keep up with a bitch like me but we'll just hafta see."

She drug him for the door and he was quick to follow.

Lyrics from the Songs:

Seduce and Destroy by Otep

Someone by Terminal Choice

Well… What did you think? Did you love it? Did you hate it? Will you be reading the next couple chapters when I'm able to get them posted? I'd REALLY like to know. So hit me up with a review or a personal message and tell me all your thoughts, every juicy little detail. Chapter 2 will contain VERY graphic sexual scenes between Mo and Mac. And you'll get to meet a couple mystery characters in Chapter 3 – no I'm not gonna tell you who! You've gotta read them to find out. The sooner you send me feedback and the more reviews I get, the more inclined to finishing the chapters sooner I'll be. Like I said, they're finished but I have to reread them and revise them before I post them. I can hold off as long as I so choose if I don't get any feedback. Mac's quite the bad influence. He's made me QUITE a greedy little bitch. *laughs* I hope to hear from you soon, my dears!