Author's Note: So this is my first posting in the Red Canyon section and I'm hoping it may not be my last. This is just one of those drabbles that came to me and I had to get it written out otherwise I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight (weird maybe?) Anyway, I'm on the fence as to whether this should be a one-shot or if I should continue it at one point. With it being 2:30 in the morning where I'm at it was kind of difficult to get my brain to function on the smut aspect but I'm hoping the rest of the story makes up for that. Let me know your thoughts on the way out.
Beauty and the Beast
"You've been watching that fucking Forensic Files shit again, haven't you? How many times I gotta tell ya ain't no one dumb enough to be snooping around here, 'specially Pratt."
"Sorry Mac, just thought one of these days something from that show may come in handy." I replied sheepishly running the blade along the stone just like he had shown me.
"Remind me again why I keep you around?" he turned his head to look at me, those piercing blue eyes holding nothing but a promise of death.
"Sometimes you need someone to kill and no ordinary person will do. You know I always find you the ones that are guaranteed to put up a struggle. And in return you keep me alive for another day. Although the sex is the best I've ever had; raw, primal…not to mention when you're meth'd out of your fucking head it just makes the fucking so much better."
The snort that escaped didn't go unnoticed and neither did the screams of our newest playmate. Ever since we brought her here two days ago she's done nothing but hollered; I never understood how Mac could tolerate that much noise for days on end. One of these days I wish he'd just let me slit their throats and bask in silence, but these caves were his playground and with him being the ruler of the roost we played by his rules. He always enjoyed the screamers the best; the more noise they made the more fun he ended up having.
"Help me!" she's been shouting those same words for the last few days and dawn was just beginning to approach on the third day of her capture. God how can he fucking think?
"Go ahead, not a fucking mark on her until I say, you got me? Remember what happened the last time you broke the rules?" he snarled, continuing his work on the latest batch for Walter.
"I remember you fucked me senseless and I got a nice new mark because of it. Is that how I should go about getting your attention these days? Maybe I should break the rules a little more often."
"Skating on thin ice." He warned.
Hopping off the workbench I had been sitting on I abandoned the stone and disappeared from the tiny room holding the blade that has since become a familiar extension of my hand. Mac always had to have things done his way but that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun in the process. The lantern in the other room allowed our shadows to been seen in the lab so anything I did wouldn't go unseen. I knew he'd be watching me with careful scrutiny waiting for me to fuck up, but like him I rarely (if ever) make mistakes.
"Please, just let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone. What is it that you want? Anything, you name it, just-"
"I'm not the one you plead your case too."
Lifting the blade I made the tiny cuts to the remainder of her clothing watching the pieces of fabric fall limp as they fell in different directions. The more that came off the faster the tears fell until finally there was nothing left but a pile of scraps at my feet. She continued to whimper and make offerings for her freedom as I watched the light bounce off of the tip of the knife, waiting for Mac to give the word. After what seemed like a sufficient amount of time had passed I slipped back into the tiny room and went back to sharpening my knife.
This was going to be one of the ones he drew out for days.
"Go check, no marks just like you said."
"Don't need to."
"You could've let me rough her up a bit, maybe a couple of tiny cuts just to make her scream a little."
"I'll think about it. Go out to the truck and get what we need out of the back. Don't be dragging your fucking feet this time. Don't worry about the fucking cunt in there, she'll be screaming good and loud by the time you get back. Leave the fucking knife!"
Throwing the knife into the ground I sulked back out of the room to go get the shit I know he intentionally left in the truck. The thought of smacking her around a bit did cross my mind but knowing the mood Mac was in now would mean I wouldn't be getting laid tonight. He only left his shit in the truck when we'd be spending an entire week out here.
Small, methodical cuts in between meth hits, whiskey shots, and all the sex we could handle. Sometimes our guest of honor would be caught in the middle of it, sometimes they were the star of his deranged fantasies, either way he always got off.
But just as he promised her screams penetrated throughout the caves even as I made my way out to get what we needed. It had taken weeks to find just the right tools; before I came along he was wasting Walter's product in getting them high and was dragging it out for a day or two at the most before he fucked and killed them. After though, he found the value in keeping them alive just a little bit longer. Their pleas, whimpers, and cries were like music to our ears; listening to each one as they carried out the same tune of 'help me' or 'I'll do anything.'
Of course they'd do anything, but 'anything' has its price and the price must be paid.
For me, the price to be paid was a life for a life. I have no regrets for what I did, except one and that was that I could only kill the son of a bitch once.
Heaving the crate from the back of the truck I walked back inside listening intently to the screams that echoed off the walls; a small smile gracing my face as I got closer to the sound of sweet music that filled the night air. The sight I was greeted by had the smile I carried replaced with disdain as I watched him slide his dick in and out of her, his teeth sinking into her neck as she continued to scream in pain. The chains rattling with their collective movements until finally he wrapped a hand around her throat as he came deep within her, the strangulation causing her to pass out. He pulled out of her and tucked himself back into his coveralls and tied the sleeves around his waist.
"Did you really have to start the party without me again?" I asked setting the crate on the workbench just across from the ratty old mattress.
"Better they know ahead of time who the real monster is. You got everything?"
"It's all there. Would you ever let me be the monster? Just once?"
"Why? You wanna be the one who decides who gets to live and how long?"
"I just get tired of being the one who ropes them into the whole 'let's have a threesome' and then drag them out here. Just once I want you to bring someone and let me be the one to make the decisions. Just once I want to watch you be the one sitting in the chair waiting for me to say it's okay for you to join in. It's one thing if you brought another girl out here for us to play with, but if you brought a guy out here under the pretense of a threesome you know I'd never let him fuck me. My pussy belongs to you and only you, if anything he'd be getting a hand job or a blow job and I'd never let him cum. But why am I telling you all this, it'll never happen." I explained, leaning against the wood, folding my arms across my chest.
"You're fucking right it'll never happen! The fuck kinda stupid shit you been reading when I'm not home? More of those soft-porn books, that ain't how a real man fucks. You wanna be fucked by a real man, I'll fucking show you how it's done!"
His voice echoed off the walls of the cave as he made quick work of the shirt and jeans I was wearing. Mac was never one for taking his time; when he wanted something he wanted it right then and there.
The wood of the workbench bit into my hands and back as it splintered off in small sections, my leg hitched around his hip and he drove himself home. The pain of him going in dry was something I had become accustomed to over time but soon it turned to pleasure. His hips snapping against mine as he worked hard and fast to completion; Mac always did know how to get the job done right the first time. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar serrated edges of the blade travel down my arm or to feel his teeth sinking into my breast. The blood trickled down until it began to fall from my fingertips; the purples and blues coming to light the harder he bit down. It was starting to become too much and if he intended on drawing this out much longer I wasn't sure if I'd be able to participate in what he had planned for her.
"Mac…"
The beast that flashed for a moment in his eyes was nearly enough to send me over the edge but I knew better. Pulling out, I was spun around and bent over the wooden top; my face grated along the unfinished wood, my legs kicked further apart. A sharp smack had me crying out as I attempted to lift my head from the top but it was forced back down as he sunk into me once again. He continued to grunt and mutter incoherently above me, one hand forcing my head to remain still on the top of the workbench the other gripping my hip in a hold strong enough to ensure his hand was imprinted on my skin. Never once did he let up and he never stopped until he was finished; it was only after he found his release that I was given mine.
"Get your fucking clothes back on, got work to do."
I had just finished fastening the button to my jeans when he called me over. She was finally starting to regain consciousness from the strangulation she had previously endured when the steel of the blade was flashed in front of her face. Instantly her sobs and pleas for mercy began. As I approached and stood next to him he grasped my wrist tightly and forced the handle of the knife into my hand.
"You want your chance, show me you want it." He whispered, keeping his eyes trained on our victim.
Her eyes went wide at the realization that there was no getting out of this alive. She fought against her chains but got nowhere fast. Holding the knife in front of her face I made two small cuts, one on each cheek; she bit her tongue to force back the scream that threatened to make its way to the surface. Next a shallow slice down the length of her arm, just enough to cause the blood to make a steady stream towards the ground. An 'x' carved into her stomach, taking care to avoid cutting too deep and lacerating her liver and intestines. Slightly deeper marks were made in her legs but shallow enough to elude the femoral arteries…precision to ensure pain but never deep enough to kill straight away.
With each cut and slice she forced back the screams as much as she could until finally the cut to her Achilles' tendon on her right foot brought the elusive sound to our ears. I could almost feel the tendon curling in on itself as the individual teeth of the serrations tore through her flesh. Glancing over my shoulder I searched for Mac hoping that what he saw so far garnered his approval.
"Show me, finish this goddamn whore off."
His approval gained I turned back to finish the job. Her pleas and cries for mercy continued. The carefully placed cuts were opened further; the lines etched into her stomach were deepened until the tip of the blade finally penetrated through all of the muscle and fat layers, allowing her intestines to spill out onto the floor. Her screams carried out into the night as the bloodletting continued until finally they began to settle down into whimpers begging for the end to come. Her femoral arteries in both legs that had been pouring blood were now falling away into smaller streams on the floor of the caves, painting the sands a bright red.
Just before I saw the light leave her eyes I plunged the knife between her breasts, her breathing coming in short, labored bursts until finally the brown color in her eyes disappeared into the blackness of her dilated pupils. Her body gave a few final involuntarily jerks as her breathing ceased altogether.
There he stood with a wolfish grin spread across his face as I turned back to face him, waiting to hear his final assessment of my work, hoping this would be enough to prove to him that I'm capable of handling my own.
"Get this fucking messed cleaned up, gotta get rid of this before it stinks the whole goddamn place up. Told ya before you want your shot you prove it, that includes getting rid of this piece of trash."
Taking the knife from my hand he returned to the other room with a mask in hand to start work on another order. Shaking my head I walked over to the workbench and took the neatly folded piece of tarp from the crate; unfolding it I placed it under the body where it still dripped with blood not yet cold and separating. Walking around to the wall I grasped the chain and lowered her to the ground, letting her drop with a thud onto the plastic. Pulling the keys from pocket I un-cuffed her hands from their bindings, watching as her skin dimmed from a healthy sun kissed glow to a blueish-gray, her lips beginning to turn purple, and the warmth of her flesh turn cold.
Once she was on the tarp I walked back to the crate in search of the rope needed to tie off the ends and to check that the lighter fluid and matches were in there as well. Mac always did make this look too easy; just rolling them up in a tarp like a burrito and tying the ends off before hefting the package over his shoulder and strolling out the same way he came in. It was a much more laborious task than I initially anticipated it to be, but the job was done nonetheless without complaint.
"Wanna help me get this thing out of here?"
"The blood on the ground?"
"I'll get it cleaned up as soon as you help me get it loaded into the truck."
He sighed heavily as he ripped the mask from his face, blowing out the flames of the burners he was using on his latest batch he turned to face me, a hint of a smile gracing his features as he strode past me. I turned and watched him pick the tarp up like it weighed nothing and leave the sanctity of the caves. Grabbing the shop vac he kept under the workbench I plugged it into the extension cord and set to work on getting the blood cleaned up off the sandy floor, thankful that the clean-up had not been too much of a challenge.
Mac returned a short time later to inspect the room, ensuring everything was neatly tucked away where it was supposed to be for the next time. He nodded his head in approval after careful scrutiny; waving a booted shoe over the ground to check for any stray blood droplets, checking to make sure all of his tools were back in their proper place.
"Think you just got your wish. I'm picking out the next one and we'll play by your rules. Let's burn this bitch and go home, nowhere near finished with your ass yet."