Hey! I'm still writing that other story but i just don't want to rush it. In the meantime i still needed Mac though, and it's annoying to have to keep him bridled because Calli is pregnant and he cant hurt her. So, here we are.
Dirty Mouth
(A love story)
Lilly
When i woke up I couldn't move. There was some kind of fabric over my eyes and my arms were yoked at the wrist to something above my head. I was on something soft, a bed that creaked when I tried to roll over onto my stomach, and my movements sent something clattering to the floor. The commotion had me scrunching my eyes closed behind the blindfold, wincing at the loud sound it made. A noise responded from somewhere nearby, and soon heavy footsteps were echoing closer to me.
"Help!" I cried out, my mouth dry but otherwise unencumbered. "Help, pleas-"
A door swung open somewhere off to the left of me, a loud and lengthy creak that cut me off and shut me up. I waited for whoever had entered the room to announce themselves. When they didn't, my panic rose like fizz to bubble out of my throat.
"Hello? Is someone there?" I lifted my head to point it in the direction the sound had come even though I couldn't see. "What's going on?"
I almost didn't hear the sound of a throat clearing over the noise my struggles made. My breath was coming out in bursts through my teeth as i tried uselessly to wrench my wrists free of whatever was holding them down.
"Quit that" a voice, deep and full of gravel, barked at me. "Yer only guna hurt yerself"
Hearing the distinct, undeniable testosterone in his voice made me scream and jerk my arms harder. A painful itch began to form on the delicate skin encircling my wrists as i let the panic react for me, the abrasive rope digging into my skin and cutting with each pull and tug.
"I said fuckin' quit it!"
The sound of being yelled at, specifically by a man that I couldn't see, made me freeze instantly. He snickered and i felt his hand on my bare leg.
"Good girl"
Emotion rolled through me like waves gathering energy in a storm. I erupted, spasming my whole body so that my hips came off the bed and my wrists started to burn. His snicker turned into full blown laughter as he spread his hands over my hips to keep me pinned to the mattress, gripping and digging his fingers into my hips bones so hard that I gasped.
"Easy now," he coaxed me, pinching hard so that i whimpered and dropped my body away from him. "That's it girl, be easy"
I felt his hand grab one of my arms and turn it so that the soft part of my elbow was facing him. He slapped the skin there hard and continued to hold my arm still, forcing what could only be a needle into the vein he had raised. Whatever he injected into me was like a confetti gun going off in my brain, sending me gently backwards into the pillow and knocking me out completely.
When i woke the second time i still couldn't see, but when i moved my arms to try and itch my face i was surprised when i realized i could move them. I immediately went for the blindfold, wrapping my fingers around it and preparing to pull it off, when i heard the deep voice again.
"Leave it"
Trembling, i left the blindfold on but didn't move my hand from it. I wanted so badly just to rip it away, to throw it as far from me as i possibly could, but something about the sound of his voice made me hesitant. Slowly, and because i wasn't sure i had the courage to speak, i licked my lips to try and moisten my mouth.
"Do you want water?" The voice asked.
I nodded, itching my face again and rolling onto my side to push myself up. My whole body felt sore, as if i had fallen off a mountain or something. There were parts of me i didn't know were possible to injure, and each move i made sent the discomfort radiating through my body.
A cold, wet water bottle pressed against my lips and i jolted at the unexpected contact, trying to jump back and away from it only to have him grab the back of my head and keep me close. I reached for the bottle but he took it back. We did that a few times, him trying to put it to my lips and me trying to take the bottle into my hands before i finally realized he wanted to feed it to me. Thirsty and unable to argue with the firm grip on the back of my neck, i let him. He let me take a few big sips and then tilted the bottle away so that I wouldn't choke on it.
"More" i gasped.
I didn't even register he'd hit me until I realized i was on the floor. My cheek ached and i could taste blood in my mouth. When his boots moved beneath my stomach and i realized i had landed across them. I went to move the blindfold out of the way, purely out of reflex, and he grabbed my hair by the roots to haul me back up in front of him.
"Argh!" I yelled, abandoning the blindfold to grab for his wrists and try to alleviate the pressure on my scalp. "fuck!"
"You don't make demands, you got that?"
His movements were so rough that it was eerie to hear how calm he sounded. He wasn't drunk or high, he was speaking casually, as though he hadn't just clobbered me to the floor for no reason.
"Well?" He asked, tightening his grip on my hair and making me stand on the tips of my toes. "Act like ya heard me ya dumb bitch"
"I got it!" I rushed out, still trying to arch my body in the direction he was yanking. "I got it, please let go, fuck"
He snickered and released me, letting me bend my body away from him as i sunk into a cower.
"Like the way you say that word girl"
I waited, blind at his feet with my back pressed against the side of the bed. It was maddening not to be able to see him, to not know what the room looked like, but i managed not to reach my hand towards whatever he had tied around my eyes.
"Get back up here" he said after a moment.
The sound of the still half-full water bottle sloshing around in his hand helped me to focus. First things first, i needed to drink. Using the bed to drag myself back up, i sat in front of him. I jumped a little when his knee bumped against mine and the sound of his amusement made my cheeks start to get hot.
"Put yer hands in yer lap"
A tremor started somewhere in my spine and began to spread painfully along my shoulders and back.I forced my hands down to rest them like he instructed, but i had to dig my nails into the tender flesh of my palm to keep from screaming in frustration.
"Now open yer mouth"
I tried to do what he said but at the last second hesitated, quickly clamping my lips closed again. His breathing changed as he watched me struggle to obey him, and i heard him shift on his feet as he tried to be patient. Trying to relax my jaw muscles, i opened my mouth just slightly. I could feel how bad i was shaking with the effort it took not to completely cave in on myself, but i hoped he would relent and let me drink.
He was quiet for a moment, squeezing the bottle gently in his hand so that i could hear the bottle crinkling and gently sloshing the contents. I could hear myself whimper in the following silence. Then came the sound of his zipper.
"Wider"
I cringed, curling away from him and trying to cover my mouth but he caught my wrist and kept me from retreating.
"You want this water er not?" He teased me, shaking me in place and smashing the bottle against my lips. "C'mon, open up"
The remaining water rushed out of the bottle and over my face, most of it running down my neck but some of it pouring into my coughing, sputtering throat. I shot my arms out in front of me to try and knock him back but his chest was like a brick wall. No amount of twisting or turning could get me away from him, and my lips hurt from the mouth of the bottle being crushed against them. Eventually the flimsy plastic crumpled in his grip and he tossed it away from us. He kept his grip on the back of my neck though, letting me pull back slightly but keeping me trapped in front of him.
"Whaddya say"
I was too far gone with fear to do anything but try and scramble for my freedom, pulling at his knuckles and trying to get them to release my scalp. He hit me again, knocking my head to the side but keeping me upright by his grip on my hair.
"I said whaddya say" he repeated, louder and much easier to focus on. "C'mon yer a smart girl this should be easy"
"Th-thank you"
I waited while he started to snicker and pull me back towards him, unsure of what he wanted me to do. When i collided when his chest i tried to move back but he wrapped his other arm around my shoulders and held me firmly, finally relaxing his grip on my scalp and instead massaging the pain away with the tips of his fingers. I could hear him smelling me, could feel him press his nose against my hair to inhale and then drop his face lower to press into the nape of my neck.
He was so strong. The sheer size of him engulfed me but that wasn't what made my heart race. It was his density, the solidness of the muscles i could feel shifting and contracting beneath his warm skin. Even right now, when he was barely exerting himself, i could feel the strength that lay dormant in him. He was a solid mass, some kind of immovable obstacle. I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself, but it was a mistake. He smelled like the sun and motor oil, warm black liquid shimmering with a thin rainbow on the surface of pavement. The heat that he radiated from beneath his shirt made me accidentally nuzzle further into him, seeking the warmth once i realized how cold i was. A deep humming noise came from above me, vibrating through his chest and into mine. His arms tightened around me and a new heat came from his mouth as he opened it to suck on the pulse point on my neck.
I stiffened, my arms folded up in front of me and trapped against his chest. I tried to brace my wrist bones against him and push back but he was too strong. It was as if his arms hardened into steel bars as soon as he chose to actually engage the muscles there, and i was helpless to stop him from pulling me closer and lapping at my skin.
My senses were all caught in a blender, complete with the distracting 'whirling' noise it makes as it mixes them. I couldn't think straight. His mouth felt good but i knew it was wrong to enjoy it. Emotions battled for dominance on a confusing battlefield, and i had little choice but to just let it happen. One hand moved down my body, smoothing over the curves of it until it found my ass and started kneading it. He moaned as he rocked his pelvis up into me, bringing the other hand back up to my scalp to gently tug my head to the side.
His teeth pinched my skin and i jolted, my instincts finally arriving and insisting that i fight. I felt him smile against me as i let the panic out, my body spasming without heed to the damage it could inflict on itself. He let me struggle in his arms for a minute, chuckling slightly under his breath, before i heard the sharp intake of air he took right before a blinding pain knocked into my temple. There wasn't any way to even realize when my world blinked out, i was simply ushered from one darkness to the next.
XxXxXxXx
Mac retied the girl to the bed frame. He had left her untied last time to give her wrists a break, but he needed to go out and didn't want her to be able to take the blindfold off. He wasn't worried about her escaping, but he wanted to keep her in the dark. Sight was probably the most comforting of all the senses, giving you a type of control over your surroundings, so it was the best one to take away. The girl needed to know she had no control, and the quicker she learned to rely on him the better off she'd be.
She had given herself a pretty good rope burn the last time she was tied up and it was annoying to him to have to dress and care for the wounds she created. He wanted to be the one to give her scars, not some stupid fraying rope that she didn't have the common sense not to jerk her wrists in.
He let his eyes wander over her, choosing to ignore the blonde dreads and instead focus on the way her brow furrowed in her sleep. Maybe she was having a nightmare. The thought made him smile and brush his finger against her cheek as if he were fond of her but she shivered when he touched her and tried to roll away. The bindings prevented it but it still made him expel a huff of air through his nose in frustration. He just needed time. After what he'd seen in the parking lot the other day, he knew she didn't have enough self-esteem to resist him for very long.
2 days earlier
Lilly could hear Travis yelling at her but she wasn't really listening. She huffed out a breath, digging her hands under the straps of her pack near her shoulders to try and alleviate the weight as he walked. She didn't turn to look back at him as she stalked off, didn't want to see his face. She knew just the shape it had contorted into, and he was ugly when he got angry.
Her mind was reeling and rattling off her options. Travis was the one with the connect to the grow she was going to work at but she didn't know if that was even a real option. She'd never met the guy they were waiting on a ride from, he could just tell her he had enough workers and she'd be shit out of luck. She knew Travis would vouch for her but she wasn't sure she could even handle his mood swings anymore. He acted like such a child sometimes and she knew she was only tolerating it because she needed something from him. Frowning, she let her feet carry her further away from him. She needed to cool off. He had just started screaming at her because she didn't have any money stashed away to give to him like she usually did.
'C'mon Lil,' he had drawled, touching her hip bone while he came up beside her. 'let's split a beer while we wait, ladies choice'
He thought he was being cute but she had to turn her face away so he wouldn't notice how annoyed she was.
'I dont have any money Travis I told you, that twenty-spot I gave the guy for gas was all I had left'
Realizing he wasn't about to get what he wanted, Travis erupted.
'Well why the fuck did you do that you dumb bitch?'
She had stopped listening as soon as he started ranting. There was no point trying to reason with him now. He always saw himself as the victim and anything she tried to say now would just be viewed as an attack. Sighing, tired and dirty, she let her body react on a trigger, slinging her pack onto her shoulder and walking away from him.
'Adorable' he shouted after her, trying to weaken her resolve 'where the fuck do you think you're guna go?
She shut her eyes against his voice and matched her breathing to her footsteps. Once she had passed in front of the store she was on the other side of the parking lot and out of sight. After waiting a moment to make sure he wasn't following, she let herself stop to hold court in her head. Her body wandered into the shade as she thought about what to do next. She could hitch a ride or just look for work without him, craft a shitty cardboard sign with a drawing of scissors on it and hope someone thought she was cute. She sighed and put her face in her hands, muttering to herself as an unfamiliar voice got louder and louder.
'What're you deaf?'
She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't realized someone had been trying to get her attention. She tried to look up at the voice but the sunlight lanced her eyes painfully. Wincing, she dropped them and pressed her fingers into the sockets to relieve the searing burn.
'What?' She asked, annoyed at the interruption and the pain.
'I said move girl, what're ya tryin' ta do? get run over?'
She scoffed, thinking that it didn't sound like such a bad idea, but obliged him, pulling her legs in closer to her body and out of the tires path. It irritated her that she wasn't being aware of her surroundings, and after the stranger continued to stare down at her instead of leaving, she snapped.
'What, dude? Just fucking go. I was just trying to get out of the sun'
'That guy back there yer boyfriend?'
'What?' She chanced another glance up at him, this time using her hand to shield her eyes but still couldn't see him clearly.
'Whole place heard him cussin' at ya'
She didn't know how to reply. Silent seconds passed by awkwardly and she noticed her pulse rising as she waited for him to leave. He didn't though. She watched his legs shift in front of her and heard him set something down in the bed of his truck. She was momentarily fascinated by his work boots; filthy with oil and dirt, a large rip at the toe revealing the shine of steal underneath. Randomly, she wondered how heavy it felt to walk in them.
'Wanna make 'em mad?' The man with the deep voice asked.
Caught off guard, she looked up for a third time, finally seeing his face now that he had moved to lean on the tailgate. There was dirt on it. That or he had the beginnings of a beard forming in the hollows of his cheeks, it was difficult to tell the way the shadows fell on him. His face was handsome though, that much was clear. His jaw was like a tiny heart beat in his cheek as he clenched and unclenched it, waiting. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were from the ground, but they were narrowing, losing interest as she stalled. She scoffed again but it quickly turned into a laugh as she allowed her imagination to run wild at the strangers inquiry.
'Kinda' she admitted.
'Git in then'
He didn't miss a beat when he said it, as if they already knew each other and he was telling her he was ready to go. She felt something in her chest shift at the way he spoke to her, something that wanted to expand. Confidence came off of him in waves as he moved past her, grabbing her pack and slinging it into the bed of his truck on his way to the driver side door. She was still trying to figure out what had taken place in her rib cage when she realized her feet had decided for her, jumping at the strangers command and carrying her excitedly to the passenger seat.
Sliding across the worn bench seat to join him by the steering wheel, she took the styrofoam cup that he handed her. The contents were warm and it sounded like something solid was sloshing around inside of the liquid.
'Ew what's in here?' She asked as he started the engine and threw it into reverse.
'You don' wanna know' he answered, his arm stretched out behind her as he turned to watch the tailgate swing out. 'think you can hit him with it?'
Instantly delighted by the idea, Lilly scooted her body back towards the open passenger window. She griped the hot metal roof with her free hand and lifted herself out to find a seat on the door. The wind played with her hair as the truck slowly accelerated. She scanned the crowd that occupied the small hill side, glancing over the faces of other traveling kids seeking work until she found him. He was talking on his cell phone near a group of other people, his eyes down as he paced the side walk. She unsecured the plastic lid of the cup and gagged slightly when the smell escaped, whatever had been in there had long ago curdled and soured in the hot California sun.
The people he was near saw her coming and pointed but Travis remained oblivious. 'Good' she thought as the truck got closer. He had embarrassed her so many times in public, yelling at her, shoving her when he was drunk. She was glad people were about to witness her finally make a fool of him.
She realized she was giggling. She couldn't help the feeling that spread from her smiling mouth, moving quick and electric through her body. The pleasure shimmered down her spine, spiking when he looked up from his shoes and finally saw her coming. There wasn't time for him to do anything but react facially. Recognition was quickly replaced with surprise, followed finally by horror as he realized what was happening.
Heart hammering, she drew back her arm and snapped her elbow forward. She kept her eyes trained on him as she released the cup from her fist, and a few stray drops of the mystery sludge dotted the hood of the truck as it flew over.
'Fuck you!' She hollered as loud as she could. The cup sailed through the air, liquid spilling from the rim. He opened his mouth to yell back at her but she was already zipping by.
Whipping her body back to see as the truck accelerated away, Lilly was able to just catch the sight of the cup making contact with its target. Travis and the group of kids flinched in unison as the liquid shot out in all directions, and she erupted in unchecked laughter. The cup had hit him square in his open mouth, it had been perfect. Her body was still vibrating when she tucked herself back into the cab of the truck and she had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming with excitement. She was high off the adrenaline coursing through her, it felt amazing.
'Nice shot' the man beside her grunted as he shifted the truck into a higher gear. They were on the main road now, the parking lot and the sound of people yelling drifting fast behind them.
'Holy shit' she breathed out, savoring the sensation as it weakened. 'I cant believe I just did that'
'Bet he cant either' he replied.
The hand that wasn't on the steering wheel was at his mouth. He had his thumb trapped between his teeth, chewing as if he were trying to pull the end of a stubborn nail out.
'Thanks for that' she said turning her body to watch out the window. She craned her head to look back, half imaging the sight of Travis running into the road and after her. She could see the corner of her bag laying among his groceries in the tailgate, and for some reason the sight of it startled her. She realized she was going to have to figure out a new plan now.
The notion that she had just ditched the only person she knew and gotten into the car with a complete stranger was slowly sinking in, replacing the thrill she had felt before. It wasn't as if she couldn't handle it, she had been on her own plenty of times and every time she hitched she got into a strangers car, but she had just ditched her plans completely on a total whim because she was mad.
She wondered if she had made the right choice. Maybe she would have cooled down eventually, or found a couple bucks at the bottom of her bag. Or, they could have spanged enough money for a beer and just relaxed while they waited for the ride he swore was coming. Maybe he would have apologized or maybe the place they were headed was really nice and they would make a ton of money.
Then again, there had been dozens of kids just like her milling around that general store. Each one had a friend who knew someone with a grow and yet each one was there with a flimsy cardboard sign requesting work. She doubted she would have done anything but sat next to Travis in that hot, crowded picnic area for hours waiting for their fabled ride. Sitting in the rushing breeze next to this guy was a better option than that, she finally resolved. After all, she hated that guy Travis. She had only stuck around because he had promised her work. She was glad to finally be free of him, even if it had been a hasty decision. She wondered if she was supposed to broach the subject of what to do next or if the man was going to. He hadn't said anything after she'd thanked him and the silence had begun to get stale.
'Is there any other kind of store around here?' She asked, looking out the dashboard glass as though she would be able to see one coming. 'any place you could drop me at that I could get a ride out of?'
'Where you going?'
She shrugged, sitting back into her seat and fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
'Dunno yet, ill have to see what happens'
'You don' live around here?'
'No, im just traveling through. I was looking for trim work'
'Huh' he scoffed, scowling down at his nail and then beginning to chew on it again.
'Do you know of any? Work, i mean'
'Nope'
The way he said it, popping the 'p' as he stared straight ahead, made it seem final somehow, like she shouldn't keep talking about it. Anger started to form like an acid in the pit of her stomach, licking up her throat in flames.
'Why'd you do that?' She asked suddenly, the words tumbling out of her mouth as if expelled by steam. She hadn't planned on saying anything else to him but somehow it had just happened.
'Do what?'
She swallowed and was surprised at how much it ached. Her throat felt raw from yelling to be heard over the roar of the truck earlier.
'Nothing' she said shaking her head to try and force the tears away. 'never mind'
It wasn't that she had been expecting anything from this stranger, but his sudden coldness was making her regret her choice to get in his truck. The sound of the tires filled the cab. He lit a cigarette and she shut her eyes to focus on the sound of the paper burning. She listened to him exhale and cough to clear his throat.
'So was that yer boyfriend?'
She snickered mockingly at the idea and picked at a scab on her hand.
'No. I just got stuck traveling with him'
The man nodded his head at that, seeming to understand.
'He said he could get me work but I doubt it. He was just a mean drunk'
'There any other kind?'
'I dunno,' she responded distractedly, staring out the window as the world rushed by. 'Slutty, I guess'
'So which one are you'
The atmosphere changed instantly in the cab, cooling and becoming eerily still. She realized that in her excitement she had left her knife in the front pocket of her pack, something she usually never let herself get separated from. Smoothing her hands over her knees and willing herself to relax, Lilly tried to recover the conversation.
'Uh, I guess I can get kinda feisty,' she stammered, picking at the torn fiber of her jeans. 'what about you?'
She looked up to him, trying to act casual but then instantly regretted it. He was still staring ahead, eyes locked on the road but now he was smiling. It was the smile of someone who knew something you didn't, the coyness of someone about to trick you. She felt the danger but didn't want to acknowledge it. If she didn't panic then maybe it wasn't real.
'Rude,' he said glancing over at her. 'I get real rude when I drink'
She nodded, once again feeling the urge to swallow but unable to get her throat closed. It pulsed in pain when she tried to force it.
'Hey listen' she was fidgeting with her own nails now, digging into the cuticle and trying to pry a piece loose 'I left some other friends back there that I should probably get back to and - '
'Thought you wanted me to take you someplace where you could get a ride' he grinned, putting emphasis on the last word and drawing it out. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes moving up and down her body and then snapping forward again. He was shifting his weight in his seat. The movement caught her off guard and she forgot not to panic.
'I do, I did, but I just remembered - '
Something blurry caught her attention in her periphery and she turned her head to see what it was. Behind his fist, his face had hardened, and she wondered what was happening right before searing light exploded across her vision. It blanked to white and then fizzed into darkness. Lilly swooned and let herself fall.
XxXxXx
Mac let the girl slump awkwardly to the floor of the cab, watching as she went down face first onto the floor mat. He lit another cigarette and blew the smoke out sideways, staring down at her every now and then to see if she was really out.
He wasn't worried. It would be days before someone reported her missing, if she even had anyone to miss her at all that is. Mac didn't think that fat fuck she had been with would be contacting any authorities over her disappearance. If it came to that so be it, one more runaway missing in the vastness of the northern part of the state. He didn't spare anytime on the thought of anyone having noticed him with her either; all the people at the gas station had been looking at her when he'd driven by. No, he figured this was just another one of those train riding kids, the kind it would be easy to dismiss as simply being somewhere else if anyone even thought to look for her. He'd find her cellphone next time he stopped to pee and toss it away. Her pack he would keep to hold over her, though he doubted there was anything of value in it. He loved this time of year, when transients came in droves looking for work. It was so easy to make one of them disappear.
He drove for hours, stopping once to pee down near an abandoned gas station and watching her the entire time in case she suddenly came too . He found her cellphone and a pretty impressive sized knife in the front pocket of her pack. The phone he smashed with his heel, not needing it, but the knife, complete with its own sheath, he slid onto his belt before he secured it again around his waist.
By the time he pulled onto his property it was edging towards dark and he was feeling the fatigue of the drive. It was boring and sitting still for that long always irritated him. Besides, he had something new and exciting to play with when he got home, and that had made the journey seem longer. The girl had stayed where she was for the entire drive. He had no choice but to wonder if he'd hit her too hard. The thought didn't disturb him for too long though, and after gathering her limp body up in his arms he carried her into the house.
The first thing he did was bring her down to the basement and drop her on the bed. Her body bounced and rolled away from him but other than that she was motionless. He didn't bother tying her up. If she woke up in the time it took for him to get a beer then so be it; he was pretty sure he could overpower her again. He hardy even tasted the first bottle. He just drank it because it was cold and he needed something to occupy his hands while he leaned against the wall of the room, watching the rise and fall of her chest.
She was pretty. He had been lucky this time, not having to settle for someone who wasn't his type just because they were easy to separate from the herd. He wanted to keep her for a while and he hoped that he could. The last one had been so annoying that he'd gotten rid of her after a few days, not needing the hassle of feeding her if all she did was irritate him. He'd hardly even fucked that one now that he was thinking about it. She had such a goddamn mouth, it was always open and expelling noise - like a baby you didn't want to pay attention to because all it did was scream at you.
He shook the memory of her from his head. He couldn't even remember her name, or if he'd ever bothered to learn it. Instead he focused on the girl in front of him. She had blonde dreadlocks and a couple piercings. He could see a couple of tattoos on her that he didn't bother looking closer at. After all, he had all the time in the world to explore her. The hair he didn't care for though, and he knew he was going to end up cutting it off. He thought about doing it now, so that when she woke up it would be as a different person, but he resisted so that he could use it as punishment against her later when she pissed him off. He knew that she would eventually, probably within the first hour of her regaining consciousness. They all did, especially at first.
There had only been one that had lasted longer than a week, a shy girl who said she was from the Midwest. He had let her live for a while, thinking maybe he could keep her, but he had gotten bored of her and the way she never challenged him. He needed something in between, someone brave enough to fight back when his temper made him itchy but submissive to cower beneath just his glare when he wanted things quiet.
He opened the other beer he'd brought with him and fit the empty into his back pocket. He needed to go unload everything from the truck and check on the plants before full dark, but for now he just wanted to watch the girl. He was wondering what her name was and if he'd like it enough to let her keep it. This was his favorite part and he wanted to savor it, so he indulged himself in a few more moments with her. She was brand new and full of potential in the here and now, and even though he was excited to see how she would react to him when she woke up, he knew this was the best it was ever going to get. This was the blank page at a writers fingertips, a limitless place that only existed at the very beginning.
Sighing before draining the last of his beer, Mac put the bottle into his other back pocket and slowly walked up to the bed to look down at her. Her temple was bruising, and she was definitely going to have a black eye where he'd hit her. He looked absentmindedly at the fist that had done it, it hadn't even hurt when he'd punched her, or maybe he just didn't register those slight kinds of pain anymore. He used the bandana from his back pocket to tie around her eyes, then crouched and fished around under his bed until he found the length of rope he kept down there. After coiling it around her wrists and securing them to the headboard, he yanked on it twice to make sure it was secure. Satisified that it would hold her, he exited the way he entered, shutting the lights off on his way out and leaving her in darkness.
yay? Nay? Worth continuing?