Mac spit the blood at the guard as he looked up at him. The Warden here was a cockfucking bastard and he spoke a language Mac could understand. He didn't try to talk him down. He didn't try to fucking sugar coat things. He was pissed at Mac. He now had a murder on his hands from the death of that goddamn cunt faced bitch Kaye thinking she could talk to him at all.

The guard moved towards him again and Mac didn't cower but met his eyes watching him. He wasn't afraid of any fucking man out there. He knew the tricks of the trade on breaking someone down and it wasn't going to be as easy as this fuck thought.

"You will learn your place." His voice was clipped.

Mac cut his eyes to him and laughed shaking his head, "My place aint on my fucking knees for the likes of you."

Watching as the red burned up the Warden's throat and into his face his anger palpable Mac rose to his feet just as the guard got to him. Moving quick he brought his foot up and kicked him soundly in the chest sending him tumbling backwards.

Mac was tackled immediately but he had the satisfaction of watching the bastard Warden get knocked off-balance from the falling guard. Slammed hard on his back he was flipped immediately on to his chest with both guards weights bearing down on him. They were breathing heavy as they looked to their boss for what to do.

Mac watched the polished shoes of the Warden walk around in front of him and then stop directly in front of his face, "Boy we are gonna strip and clip those wings of yours."

Mac spit on his prissly polished shoes and smirked when the blood splattered up on to the dress pants. He was jerked up on to his knees roughly with each guard having an arm around his upper bicep forcing his arms backwards harshly and for him to bend slightly at the waste. He wasn't able to move unless they allowed it while they had him in this position. He knew it well. He'd had many of bitches locked down like this.

"You will learn manners."

"You will suck my dick." Mac snapped.

"Spend a few days in the hole boy and see if you aren't singing a new tune." He sneered.

Rolling his shoulders Mac paced the cell or what they were calling a cell. He was pretty sure this wasn't a legal holding cell but honestly he didn't give a fuck. He wasn't bothered by small spaces or the dark. The dark, he snorted, what ever they thought was going to happen by putting him pitch black wasn't working. If anything it was calming. It reminded him of walking through the caves without light. It reminded him of that last night there, it reminded him of Harper. There was even the faint smell of water on rock and concrete that let him know he was in an unused area that was sequestered away from everything else, less kept up.

Walking over to the cot he'd watched them pack in he kicked out and stretched his legs. There was just barely room for that and he snorted arching his back and popping it as he dropped back to the bed. Fingers tracing the rough setting in the stone he exhaled and smiled breathing in the musky scent that accompanied old stone and let his body relax.

Mac snapped awake as cold water hit his body. Light was shining into his cell now that the door set open and he let his eyes adjust before he moved any bit. He set up and swung his legs around. He was freezing now but kept his body from moving and clenched his jaw tightly glaring at the officer holding the bucket. Despite trying to break him they'd just gave him the best nights sleep he'd had in seven months, well as good as it was going to get till this shit was sorted out.

"You ready to learn your place?"

Mac stood up and rolled his shoulders again. He knew what today was and knew his lawyer was likely here. They couldn't keep him down here and he had a feeling there was no paper work on this anyways. They'd been coming at him for months and for the most part it was overlooked because of his crime. They had a feeling he'd had a hand in a lot more than they knew. He laughed himself to sleep at night when he thought about just how much he'd done out there and never got caught.

"Get him to the shower block."

Mac was jerked from the cell and cuffed and pushed down the hall. The guards were weary of him after the past days events and he didn't blame them. He'd kill every motherfucker he got a chance to till they got the hint. They made a mistake on moving him. He wanted back to county or he was going to keep making more trouble then they wanted to handle. He'd make it to where even the guards didn't want to work with him or even come in. He'd thin they fucking population here down for them too. What the fuck did he care for more time added to his murder charges? He didn't. He didn't give a damn.

Stepping into the room his eyes took in the other men who were scrubbing hastily. They hadn't seen Mac but for a few minutes on transport. He was also keenly aware that the other men were allowed to walk without cuffs and didn't have a four man transport. He was uncuffed and pushed into an alcove.

"Strip." There was cruel amusement in the voice.

Mac raised a brow and jerked his shirt over his head and kept his mouth shut as the dried blood on the shirt jerked a spot against his skin. He started working his pants open and seen more eyes on him. Mac followed their eyes and seen them looking at the bite mark on his chest and collar-bone. Those were two most prominent that they were able to see right now. They set deep in his skin from Harper's repeated abuse. Thinking about it though this was really the first time they had fully healed since the moment she had put them on his body.

Pants hitting the ground the guards stepped back and he was directed to shower and get cleaned up. Stepping into the water he tipped his head forward letting the water run over his head and down his body. The water was almost to hot to the point of scalding his body but he welcomed the pain. Turning his head slightly he watched as the guards turned their back and walked to just outside the shower door.

Mac chuckled at the thought from earlier and started scrubbing body. Each time his hand passed over a mark seared into his skin from Harper he felt his heart thunder and he forced himself to focus.

"Where'd you get these marks from?" A snide voice from just behind him prompted.

Mac looked over his shoulder knowing damn well what the man was seeing. He was scarred there as well but not bad. Just catches where her nails had bit into him deeply and she just kept going. Mac ignored him and rinsed his body making sure to keep the man in his sights.

He watched as his eyes moved to the bite marks on his chest and collar-bones before dropping down his body and focusing on the one at his groin. It set just inside the dip of his hip bone along the muscle. He didn't like the way this motherfucker was looking at him. This wasn't goddamned deliverance and he sure as fuck was about to be apart of no prison rape shit.

"You wanna get your eyes off my dick?" Mac threatened.

The other man smiled at him and he watched as some of the others stiffened and shifted away. The tension in the room slammed into them all he seen some turn to watch to see what happened. He figured this motherfucker thought he was cock of the walk here but Mac wasn't your common criminal and he goddamned thrived in violence. Fucking craved it. Without Harper here to leash that inner demon it was clawing its way around his chest and head demanding blood.

The fight broke out in a flash and Mac was knocked back into the cold tiles. Just like he thought the guards didn't even turn their heads and he smiled at the realization he wouldn't be stopped, not this time. Bringing his knee up he caught the man harshly in the groin and he dropped hard to his knees as the water splashed around them and down his body. The scalding temperature was burning hot with his anger and he sneered looking at the man below him.

He grabbed his joke of dick and tried to shield himself but Mac grabbed him by his ratty hair and forced him to meet his eyes. "You so much as breathe in my direction again and I'll cut it the fuck off."

Jerking his head down at the same time he thrust his knee up the man's face slammed harshly into his knee and he felt his nose give. He kept driving his knee into his face watching as blood exploded like a symphony just for him mixing with the water running down his leg. He didn't stop there and let him fall to the side while still holding his hair. Mac pulled back and let his fist fly hitting him over and over. Blood was swirling around them in a taunting and leering designs as the sound of flesh meeting flesh and pained grunts sounded.

None of the men moved to help the guy as Mac ripped into him. He figured most had expected things to go differently and were more than stunned at the turn of events but he goddamned if he let this motherfucker think he was a gonna be someone prison bitch. He didn't get fucked, he fucked and destroyed those around him. He done the things he done for him and one other, forever in the night he was while he couldn't get to her. He let every bit of the pent-up emotion out even as the man stopped moving. He lost himself in his white hot rage beating the man mercilessly his heart thundering in his ears drowning out all other sound.

When he finally seen through the red haze he was splattered and coated in enough blood that he looked like he was showering in it. The guards finally turned as some of the men rushed out and he watched as their eyes widened seeing their pick of men to fuck with him laying on the ground. His chest was heaving and he seen them start walking for him while calling out for the medic team to come get their bitch. He was standing over the limp man his head tilted down just slightly his wet hair hanging in his face. He watched red droplet of blood fall from his hair and felt it sliding down his face as pain started registering in his knuckles causing him to flex his fingers.

Mac was backed into the wall while they loaded the other man. He wasn't moving. He was pretty sure that bastard was going to die and if he did live it would be a miracle. They weren't letting him out but were watching him and then he was forced to clean himself up again. As soon as he was cleaned he was barely given time to get dressed before they had him in the medical bay wanting to check him over.

He was surprised really considering he knew it had been a fucking trap to have him fucked with. He knew men like the Warden, killing one of them had landed him here. The nurse walked in with more officers and he figured that was a smart move if they wanted her to live. Mac lifted his eyes when she spoke to him.

"Can I see your hands?" Her voice was soft and she wasn't meeting his eyes but focusing on his bruised and bloodied knuckles.

Mac shifted and watched her while she cleaned his hands up. The only other person who had ever cleaned him up was Harper, she had cleaned him up more than a few times. And not always cleaning his own blood away. He closed his eyes able to see her chocolate eyes as she smirked wiping the blood from his face and neck more times than he could count after he'd come home some night.

Opening his eyes and looking at this bitch nurse he wanted to break her neck the more he watched her. He didn't like people thinking they could just fucking touch him like this. He wanted to bend her over this table and fuck her senseless and then cut her fucking throat for the hell of it. He wanted to simply because she was reminding him of Harper with her long hair and testing of the waters around him. IT was exactly how she had been when she'd first started damn near stalking him.

Mac stripped the bandages off the second he was back in his cell and he kicked out again. He was tired and fuck it all if this room didn't make him want to sleep anyways. The Warden hadn't made an appearance yet but Mac figured he knew by now that his ploy had fallen through. He'd have to try harder if he wanted to get to him.