I thought I was finished with this but I guess Mac had other plans.

Mac walked through the door towards the back where he knew the old bastard Walter would be. He didn't have time for this, he wanted to get back so he could finish what he had started four days ago.

"Where the fuck you been Mac?" Walter demanded as soon as he stepped through the door.

Leaning against the door frame, "What the fuck you call me down here for?" Mac sneered at him.

"I've had goddamn cops asking questions about those two fuckin' girls!"

Mac laughed shaking his head, they wouldn't find them. If they did well, he'd take care of that too. No one would miss a dirty cop. Wouldn't be the first or last person he made disappear.

"Are you seriously fucking laughing now? I'll take your goddamn head off!" Walter barked stepping towards him.

Mac pushed himself off the door frame meeting Walters challenge head on. The smile that broke out across his face made Walter pause. He knew the man was leery of him, if he was smart he'd learn to watch his mouth. He was growing tired of his and Devons shit, hell he might just go ahead and finish those two and be done with all this shit.

Stepping into Walters personal space, "Don't worry about my shit, it's handled." his voice came out low and dangerous.

Walter just watched him go nodding his head. "Just take care of it Mac, we don't need the cops finding anything."

Mac smiled again, "What is there left to find?" his voice cold and detached.

-

She could hear him moving around but couldn't see him yet. This was the game he liked to play now. He kept her bound and blindfolded most of the time, honestly she was glad she was blindfolded. It made it easier to lose herself in her mind, imagining she wasn't in this hell he had handcrafted for her.

Shifting her position some she hissed in pain when his latest edition to her on going list of wounds broke open again. He had carved what looked like a spider into her breast bone, just below her collar bones. She had seen similar things around where he was keeping her, she wanted to ask about it but she knew better.

She felt something cold and wet touch her mouth. She held still knowing if she moved the wrong way there would be consequences. "Drink." his rough voice demanded.

Mac pulled the blindfold from her face, he must have showered recently. She could smell the scent of soap and something distinctly Mac. She wanted to cry and puke at the same time when her body reacted to his proximity.

She didn't know how long she had been in this place, she hadn't seen sunlight since she was in that shit hole of a bar where she first seen him. He had piqued her interest right then, she could smell the danger on him but it just made the flame that he was burn all the brighter. She knew she would get burned and goddamn if she wasn't in the process of it. Poor Becca, she mourned for her friend but she mourned for more than that too.

A slap to the face brought her back to the forefront, Mac was squatted down in front of her. She kept her eyes downcast and waited for what was to come.

"Look at me."

Looking up through her lashes she obeyed him.

"Eat this and we'll get you cleaned up." Handing her something to eat, she wasn't sure what it was she ate it to quickly to really register what it was or really taste it.

-

Mac felt a moment of something he wasn't sure really what to call it, it was small but it was there. She was covered in blood, him, and whatever else was left on the ground from that skank she was with mutilated body. He made her stay right there to further punish and torment her.

After she ate he pulled her to a standing position, "If you try anything I'll gut you and leave you alive for the animals in the canyon bitch."

She quickly nodded at him and stood completely still watching as he gathered his shit. She learnt fast that day after she killed that crying bitch of friend of hers. Chuckling to himself he gathered the rest of his stuff quickly, he wanted to be on his way before he lost the light completely.

Turning back towards her Mac eyed her for a minute, taking her in fully. She was completely naked and bared to him. She was covered in a multitude of bites and cuts. But what caught his eyes the most was the spider on her chest now. She'd carry that the rest of her short life, just like he fucking did.

When they pulled up at his house it was after dark. Good, he didn't need anyone going by, which was unlikely either way, and seeing her. Mac brought her into the house and took her straight to the bathroom. He done a quick sweep of the bathroom to make sure he hadn't left anything behind from earlier that she could use to harm herself or him.

Satisfied Mac untied her hands and gestured to the shower, "Clean up."

He eyed were still downcast and she simply stepped into the shower and cut the water on. He watched her not even bother with the temperature settings for the water, instead just letting the cold blast hit her fully. He really done a number on her. He set back watching her for awhile, he could see her shivering and it was pissing him off. I thought she'd have more fight then this, she wouldn't even adjust the water for herself anymore. Goddamn.

Reaching around her he cut the temperature up. She didn't flinch away but she stopped her movement in the water waiting to see what he was doing. Mac watched the suds wash down bare chest and tone legs. Licking his lips he stepped back and started removing his clothes. Fuck she was already here and she was his. If he wanted to wreck this bitch the goddamn it he was going to.

-

Stacey heard his clothes hitting the floor. She tried to regulate her breathing but she was having trouble. She was still sore from this morning when he'd taken her, she was hoping and praying to whatever God was out there that he was gentle with her. But she knew better, he was a monster and he didn't know the definition of gentle.

She felt his hand slide up her wet back and then down her ass gripping her hard. She would have bruises later to match whatever else he done to her. Mac spun her around and was looking down her body, she could feel his cold merciless gaze on her and fought not to shudder. She felt shame again when she felt herself get wet.

Painfully Mac leans into her pinning her to the shower wall, he mashes her full breast with his broad chest. Holding her place like this he leans down and whispers to her coldly, "Tell me, bitch or I'll hurt you worse than anything you've experienced yet."

Stacey knew what he wanted he'd played this game from the beginning with Becca. Making her beg for him only to be killed later. She wonders briefly if this will be her end, get cleaned up only to be wrecked and ruined again.

She had been quiet to long because Mac suddenly has his hand fisted in her hair pulling her head back at an extreme angle. She groans almost from fear more so then pain. "I...I need you Mac."

At her words he loosens his hold slightly, his eyes are cold and remind her of a lion about to take it's prey. She feels hunted and there isn't a fuckin' thing she can do about it.

She whimpers when she sees a cold, evil smile quirk the corner of Mac's mouth. At one time she would have wanted nothing more than to lose herself to this man. She would have wanted to to kiss this mouth and have it do filthy unspeakable things to her while she gave just as good as she got. With a blazing realization she sees it in his eyes, he's enjoying watching her emotions and desperation. Her pain, he craves it. He needs it like he needs a drug. She's his heroine.

She knows she wont be spared and part of her is glad, she wants free of this fucking mess. Another sick part of her wonders if Mac will miss her or even remember her when he takes his next victim. He sees the realization in her eyes and he laughs, the look in his eyes matches his laugh right now. It's a frightening sound. Mac backhands her and sends her head back into the tile wall.

"I'm going to hurt and I'm not going to stop till I'm good and ready." Leaning down he claims her mouth in a bloodthirsty kiss. Biting and tearing at her mouth like he has done with the rest of her body. She can't help the moan that escapes her and starts to cry.

-

Pulling back from her Mac looks her up and down, "Finish cleaning up, you're fucking disgusting."

Mac wants to laugh as he watches her hastily wash her body as he commanded. He's was hard when he got in here but he's rock hard now. Setting back and watching her wash herself has him dripping. He considers making her suck his dick and swallow everything he has to give but he wants something different tonight. Something he hadn't taken from her yet. Licking his lips he watches her wash her hair.

Stepping out of the shower Mac doesn't even bother drying off, it wont matter either way really. He grabs her up and slings her down on his bed. He leans down, keeping her body pressed down into the mattress. She wasn't going anywhere. The thought makes him chuckle again and he watches her eyes widen. Licking his lips he leans down, his lips come nearer and nearer, he watches her body react. Her lush, split, and bruised lip parting, begging him for the kiss. He laughs at her, bitch wants it bad. Even after everything he's done to her. She's just as fucked as him in the head. Seeing her reaction though he veers off course, sinking his teeth into the curve of her neck. Biting the creamy tender flash viciously.

He can feel his own body reacting to her freshly cleaned scent mixed with blood, fear, and her arousal. Her own shame. Pulling back from her neck he can see the fear flowing from her in waves, leaning back down he gives her a matching bite to go with the one she just received. Tasting the copper of her blood Mac sucks hard and brutally. She whimpers trying to jerk and pull away from him. When she gets nowhere with that she lashes out at him and sinks her own teeth into his shoulder trying to hurt him. Mac smiles into the bite and groans feeling his cock swell even more.

-

Stacey realizes her mistake the minute she bit his shoulder. He got off on pain why she thought hurting him would make a difference she didn't know but she knew she now had made things worse for herself.

Stacey feels panic seize her when Mac suddenly flips her onto her stomach pinning her back to the bed. Her bare ass and back are illuminated to him by the moon shining through his bedroom window. She's never felt so vulnerable in her life than she does in this moment. Whatever she had left she was holding onto, that he hadn't killed. He's about to take it from her and she knows it.

Panting wildly, desperately she tries to clear her head. Is there anything she could do that would make Mac not want this? If he knew it was going to be worse on her then the rest he likely want it more. He loved torture and this is exactly what this would be for her. She freezes though as she feels him shift positions setting across her thighs, hands sliding down her back from her shoulders to her ass. He's kneading her flesh there, she doesn't know what to make of his almost gentle touch and she too scared to linger on it too long.

At the loss of one of his hands on her bare ass she strains her hears to the sounds in the bedroom. She hears him messing with something then feels the cold steel of his knife digging into her bare ass. He flicks the knife across her making her clinch of her cheeks together. She can feel the blood as his hand slides through smoothing his across her alabaster skin.

His big strong hands grab the cheeks of her ass, strong fingers digging in to the soft skin and then the terrible burning pain shoots up her spine ripping through her body as he violates her virgin ass. He gives her no warning, no warm up. Just tearing her open, filling her with his hard thick cock. The pain alone makes her writhe and scream under him, causing him to groan into her back.

Screaming hoarsely as he pounds into her relentlessly, his thighs are smacking against her own pale flesh. She can feel his balls slap harshly against her labia. There will no pleasure had from this, she tries to lose herself in her mind, go somewhere else. But he must have known what she was trying cause his hand is suddenly around her throat choking her just enough to cause her to fight for air a little.

Each time he pulls back he slaps her across the ass with a stinging force that has tears rolling down her face, while forcing air out in a grunt. She hears his satisfied chuckle and sobs from humiliation as he drives deeper inside her wrenching a satisfied moan from himself.

Mac watches as he sinks into her over and over. He can see blood leaking from her and it's only driving him more towards his goal. Her sobs and pleas fall on deaf ears as he brutally slams into her again.

Coming to a halt Mac leans over her shoulder towards her, "Beg."

She shakes her head and tries to pull away from him, "Beg." he commands again. He wont ask again.

He slips his hand down her body and around to her clit. Circling it slowly with his thumb, he matches it's rhythm with his hips. Grinding down into her deeper and working her faster he hears her breath hitch.

"Please...please let me cum." she pants and cries at the same time.

Mac pulls back from her but not before licking the blood on her neck, goddamn she was a ripe piece of ass. He feels her shuddering sobs as her body betrays her against his assault.

Mac feeling her pussy dripping thrustes harshly into her again groaning when he feels her clench. His cock moves with a satisfying painful ease in and out of her ass. He feels her pussy clench even more as he pulls and pinches her clit viciously.

Laughing coldly Mac pulls her back by her hair angling her head towards him. "You like it rough don't you? This what you want? Each of his words punctuated by a stinging slap and another burning thrust deeper into her ass.

Stacey sobs, her wet curls tangled around her face even as he's pulling her back by it. His cock still buried harshly in her raw and throbbing ass. She feels his hot breath rake over her body, she feels the knife on her back. She knows he's cutting her but she can't feel it, she will later though. She knows that much. She feel his tongue lapping at the blood, he's stilled his movements for a minute and she couldn't be more thankful.

When she hears the knife sink into the floor she knows he's back to business and already she's missing the cave where he hadn't taken this from her. His cock starts moving in her again, burning, hurting, and carving out a path of his own. He's being gentle with her now, and that scares the fuck out of her more so than his violence. His taking pleasure from, working her now. One hand toying with her now dripping cunt as his other hand tugs her back into a bowed position.

Laughing in her ear Mac lick her neck again. "You filthy fucking whore. You gave all you have. Now I'll have the rest."

She feels him pull back till the tip is just in her and she has no time to brace herself, he pummels her ass. Using her hard, moving in her faster and harder than before till he finally groans with a harsh voice through his release. She fills him flood her ass with his hot cum, all the while his fingers are still working her with determination. Pulling her closer into his sweat slicked body

"Cum whore, give it to me. NOW!" he growls low in his throat.

And just like he's trained her she does. Screaming and bucking into him, causing him to groan again. Her pain, humiliation, and despair making this the most intense and longest orgasm she's ever had.

Mac sets up and pulls out of her watching as blood and his cum stream out of her. It's a sight he loves and will commit to memory. She's openly sobbing face down in his mattress, standing up Mac snatches up the knife.

"Don't move." he walks from the room to go clean her off his dick.

Moving back into the room he gets dressed watching as she tries to catch her breath. She's still in the position he left her. Her ass is bruised from his harsh slaps and rough hands, as is her hips. She's covered in blood and cum again, but no matter she'll be dead this time tomorrow anyways.

With mocking laughter, "Sleep good we got a big day tomorrow." He moves from the room locking the door. He's not worried about her getting out the window, the bars there will keep her from getting out.

He had shit to get together before his final parting gift to her. The thought brings a sick and twisted smile to his face as he lights up a smoke, and inhales deeply. Letting the smoke billow out of his nose, yeah he had something for that bitch. It'd all be done tomorrow. Leaning back in his chair he relaxes like he never can except for when he's just had the release he craves like none other.

I have one more chapter planned for this, then Mac and Stacey's time together will be over. Well spent, but over.

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