He woke to the sun beating down on him, slowly he sat up and looked around, all the cars were gone, his "friends" had left. Judging by the position of the sun it was almost noon. He got out of the truck, his body was stiff and sore, as he stretched the bones in his back popped loudly.

"Fuck me." he grumbled.

Memories of last night began flashing behind his eyes, damn Teresa, Teresa fucking, on his bed, in his house, fucking not him. He was pissed….or was he?

It was the principle of the thing, he decided, she didn't get to fuck other guys in his bed. He was beating the shit out of John too, fucker over stepped.

Mac walked through his home, it was a wreck again, beer bottles littering the floor, pieces of soiled clothing scattered here and there, it had been one hell of a party.

He slammed open his bedroom door startling Teresa out of her sleep. "Wake up bitch or did you get yourself too fucked to move?" he paced in front of the bed.

Teresa sat up rubbing her eyes, "Mac?" He noticed she had somehow managed to get herself dressed in a grey tank and black shorts.

"Yeah bitch Mac, the guy who's house your living in." he grabbed her by the arm yanking her up roughly. "Were you hoping it was John cunt?"

"John." she looked at him with confusion for a second, then her eyes widened. "John, he…" she looked around, that's when Mac noticed, she was unchained.

"You fucking whore, you fucked him so he'd let you go." He kicked at the chain angrily, shaking her till her teeth rattled.

Teresa's chest heaved, panic filling her eyes. "He gave me meth, I didn't really know….I….I just want to leave. Why do you keep me here, you were out there, there were girls, I could hear them, just let me go, you don't need me." she jerked her arm trying to get out of his grasp.

"You want to go bitch?" Mac snarled in her face, "Go then!" he dragged her across the room and pushed her out into the hallway. "I don't need you, you stupid cunt. I got a good fuck without you and didn't have to hear your fucking whining and crying." he pushed her further down the hall.

"Her tits were bigger." he licked his lips, pushing her hard enough that she fell. "She sucked cock better, you're just a worthless piece of shit. You should be happy I kept your sorry ass around." Teresa got up and backed away from him and towards the front door.

"Nobody even looked for you." he lowered his voice, making her lean forward slightly to hear him. "Nobody gave a shit. I know." he grinned. "I checked. No missing persons filed, no friends checking to see if you got to Vegas safe, nothing." Teresa let out a sob at his words, stopping just in front of the living room door.

"Nobody?" tears spilled from her eyes as she asked the question. He could see she believed him, she'd hoped someone was looking but hadn't really believed they were.

"Nobody gave a fuck if you were around or not, nobody noticed but me." he pushed her towards the door again. "Go bitch, I'll get a new one here in no time." he wondered if that was true, could he replace her? It would be hard, usually people were missed, she was a lucky find.

Teresa looked at the front door and then back at him nervously. Mac motioned her to go on, what he'd do if she did, he wasn't sure yet, John was the last person to fuck her, that asshole could take the fall for this, then again he could just let her think she was escaping and kill her hopes at the last minute, just for the fuck of it.

"I….I…" Teresa stuttered, her body shaking, she looked like she was going through withdrawals, John must not have given her much, the cheap bastard. Mac suppressed a grin, she was hooked - even better for him. "He gave me drugs I wasn't thinking." she took a step away from the front door and back towards him.

"I don't give a fuck!" he answered meanly, "Get out."

She shook her head, he had her, it was too easy. "I don't…." she looked at the front door again. "I can't." she began crying again, much to his annoyance.

"Can't what?" It was the drugs, she was all fucked in the head, he'd fucked this bitch inside out. He took his tin out and shook it. "What Terry? Want a hit for the road?"

"He gave me some," she pointed at the tin with her chin, a tear drop falling down onto her cheek, "It's the only thing that makes me feel good. I just want to feel good."

Mac smiled, "It's not the only thing though," he dragged her to him by the waistband of her cotton shorts. "I made you feel good, remember." he rubbed his face against her like a cat, his nose scrunching up at the smell of cologne in her hair, but he didn't let her see it. "I had you trembling, cumming on my cock." she nodded her head, always so eager for him to be nice to her.

"Stone cold sober and I made you feel damn good, didn't I." he stepped back, taking her chin in his hand, "Terry?" her face was pale with dark circles surrounding each eye. She looked bad, he couldn't pinpoint why he wanted to keep her around, he just did.

Teresa nodded, "Yes." her watery eyes were out of focus, tired and sad.

"Better than John?" he pushed.

"Yes."

"Wanna feel good again?" he stepped farther away from her, backing up towards the bedroom.

"Yes." she took a step towards him, then another until she was following his lead step by step.

Mac stopped in front of the bathroom door. "Take a shower then, you look and smell like shit. I'm not fucking you with his cheap fucking stench all over you."

Teresa bit her lip, "Can I have some?" she motioned to the tin in his hand.

"After. I want to fuck you sober." Why did he want to do that? He shook his head, who cares?

He pushed her into the bathroom. "Make it quick Terry. I got an itch to scratch."

She nearly jumped at his command, removing her clothing quickly, he decided to join her, he could smell last nights slut on him too, some fucking sugary sweet perfume that was giving him a head ache. It might be fun starting this party in the shower, that was new, he'd never done that before.