Present day...
Mac pulled up to the cave, violently throwing his truck into park, jumping out without even bothering to shut the door. He wondered into the dark entrance, fists clenched and heart pounding.
Making his way into the "kitchen" he could already see the beginning of an incredulous mess. Tiny speckles of blood tainted every surface: the walls, the ground, the tables, the equipment. He stood over the body. His chest began to heave with anger and panic as he looked down at Deputy Dead-As-Fuck. Laying on his back, the poor bastard had be flayed open like a deer carcass. His brown, dead, open eyes staring into the cave ceiling.
"It's bad, Mac!" Devon said, approaching Mac with blood stained hands. "He is so fucking dead! We'll get the electric chair for this shit!"
"Ya think?!" Mac shouted, kicking the dead body. "Go to Denny & Son's...get a fucking tarp and some fucking ammonia...we got to clean this shit up tonight!" Devon nodded, not wasting any time as he hustled out the cave.
"Where the fuck are you!?" Mac yelled, his voice echoing.
"Here," Ansley pipped up, almost inaudible, as she rose from the dirty futon mattress. Her eyes on the floor, never looking up. In Mac's dirty olive green coveralls, her lovely brown hair tangled and matted with blood.
"C'mere," Mac said, curling his finger at her.
Ansley made her way across the cave, her head hung. She stopped just a foot away from Mac, finally meeting his blue eyes with her brown ones.
"What the fuck have you done?!" Mac shouted, his face in an angry scowl.
"He, uh he..." Ansley drew in a deep breath as she looked over the dead body, "He wanted to take me away from you! I couldn't let him!" Ansley sniffed back some tears, as she closed the gap between them, taking her hands and pulling at the front of his shirt, "I can't live without you! He would have taken me back to..." Ansley stopped as she pulled her eyebrows together in confusion, could she really not remember where she was from?
Mac looked down at her nimble fingers tangled in the fabric of his dirty shirt; her nails caked with blood, her eyes scared and sincere. The way she chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes worriedly scanning his face over.
"Cupcake," he sighed, his face turning gentle, taking both of her bloody hands into his.
"I love you. I'd die for you. I'd do anything for you, Papi. I can't- I- I can't leave you," Ansley pleaded as she parted his arms and leaned into his broad chest, "Please say something."
Mac tightened his grip on her hands, "I know, Cupcake. I know. No one will ever take you from me. You're mine."
Ansley smiled, looking up into his eyes. The small part of her mind that was the least bit sane screamed at her, Don't you remember what he did to you yesterday? He hit you across the face and busted your lip open. Again. Ansley just shook her head, hoping to quiet her mind's ramblings. Mac began to smooth the matted tangles surrounding her face.
"C'mere," he whispered, weaving his fingers along the side of her head, pulling her mouth to his. Mac was never gentle nor tender when he kissed her, he kissed her hard and long, with so much force she could always feel her lips beginning to bruise. The taste of his tongue no longer bothered Ansley. It comforted her. She couldn't remember the first time he actually kissed her. He had never kissed her during sex. Rape, not sex, it's rape! her mind shouted, she closed her eyes and swallowed away her mind's logic.
"Ugh, really?" Devon groaned as he returned to cave, witnessing his brother's intimacy with this girl. "Just the thought of someone sticking their tongue in your mouth, Mac...fucking sick, bro," Devon half chuckled.
Mac pulling Ansley's face away from his own, sneered at his younger sibling, "You get this fucking mess clean up, you hear me?"
"What-why me? It was your crazy bitch who did this!" Devon said, dropping two grocery bags full of ammonia and bleach.
"None of this would've happened if you coulda kept out of my business!" Mac pointed his finger a Devon.
"What do you expect to do about this?" Devon asked, motioning his head to the corpse on the dirt floor.
"Did ya get the tarp, fuck-ass?"
"Yeah, yeah, right here," Devon crouched pulled the rolled plastic out of one of the bags, handing it to Mac.
Mac spread the tarp out beside the deputy's dead body, "Cupcake, grab his legs, I'll grab his arms...we gotta slide him on here." Devon stood back and watched them struggle with the body while trying to hide his smug smile. It took Mac and Ansley several tries to get the body onto the middle of the tarp.
Standing up, Mac wiped a trickle of sweat from his brow, "Deputy Dead-As-Fuck ate one too many fucking donuts in his lifetime."
The Utah sky was clear and dark. The Canyon was quiet. Devon helped Mac drag the heavy tarp to the his truck across the red dust ground. Mac climbed up into the bed, pulling the dead body as Devon pushed standing at the tailgate. Both men were exhausted and frustrated. Mac pulled out his old-faithful tin from his back pocket, coating his teeth with meth.
"You stay here and clean up the blood," Mac said, jumping down from the truck.
"Who's gonna help you with the body?"
"Cupcake."
"I wish you'd stop calling her that...like she's a pet or something. You were supposed to fuck her and get rid of her, not keep her chained up like a puppy." Devon said, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket.
"This coming from the guy who shoots up his own sister with heroin so he can keep her tied up so he can f-"
"Fuck you, man! Don't you fucking judge me!" Devon shouted, standing firm in one place. As much as Mac pissed him off, Devon always know a physical fight between them would result in Devon's being injured or possibly killed.
Mac smiled at Devon's anger, "Alright then, baby bro."
Mac made his way back through the cave, careful to avoid the pools of blood that decorated the ground. "Cupcake?"
Ansley sat atop a work table, fiddling with a gas mask. Her eyes lit up at the sound of his voice, "Yes, Papi?"
"C'mon, baby. You're going with Daddy tonight."
Dropping the gas mask, Ansley felt her heart sink, "Leave the cave? But-"
"I need you, you understand?"
Ansley nodded, "Yes."
"Good. We got to take that body down to the sinkhole. Afterwards, I'm taking you home."
"Home?" Ansley's eyes grew wide in fear, what did he mean by home?
"My house, Cupcake. They're going to be looking for that fucking cop. If they were to wander here and find you...well, I couldn't have that. I can always start a lab somewhere else, but I can't find myself another Cupcake."
Ansley smiled as if he were Prince Charming asking her to come live with him in his castle, "Okay."
Mac walked over to her, pulling his keychain from the pocket of his holey work jeans, unlocking the shackle around her ankle. He questioned why he had continued to keep her her chained up anyway. Her mind was nothing but rot from the abuse and the drugs. She wasn't going anywhere.
"He's too heavy!" Ansley whined, pulling the tarp.
"Shut the fuck up! Pull harder!" Mac angrily shouted, standing in his truck bed, pushing the tarp as hard as he could.
Mac questioned if bringing Ansley along was the best idea, he could feel his veins bulging from his neck.
"I can't," she strained, pulling the tarp even harder, eventually losing her grip and falling backwards onto the ground.
That was the final straw for Mac, he jumped down from the truck bed, and stood over Ansley for only a moment before jerking her up by her (his) coveralls, causing the material to rip from shoulder to waist. Ansley fell back again, propping herself up on her elbows, tears forming in her eyes. She hated to disappoint and upset him. He dropped the sliver of cloth, assessing her newly exposed skin. He could feel his cock twitch.
"Get up, Cupcake," he reached a hand down to her, which she gladly grasped.
As he pulled her up off the ground, "I'm sorry, Papi. I will try harder...I'm just-"
Mac ran his hand down her exposed side, "Shhh. You'll make it up to me later," he smirked.
Ansley meekly nodded. She felt Mac's hands around her waist, lifting her up, "Here you get up in the bed and push, I'll pull."
It took a good 20 minutes for them get the body down to the sinkhole. It never ceased to bewilder Mac how the earth could just swallow something up, one minute it's there then gulp! It's gone. The sinkhole has proven itself a safe and reliable hiding spot for all of Mac's evil deeds. Ansley couldn't watch the man disappear into the sand, to be lost and never found. What if he had a wife? Kids? Her mind rang out, but she shoved the thought away as Mac took her by the hand to lead her back to the truck.
"Cupcake," Mac said as they approached the truck, giving her hand a little tug, "I just want you to know I'm proud of how you handled the situation today."
"Really?" Ansley smiled, bringing Mac's hand up her face and gently rubbing her cheek against it.
"Yeah, you did real good," Mac chuckled, pushing a crusty, bloody strand of hair out of Ansley's face.
"I was so scared you'd be mad at me," she sighed, looking away from him.
"Nah, baby girl. You made Daddy proud. I know I can trust you." Mac turned to the open truck gate, resting his palms on it.
"So does that mean Devon will stop shooting me up?" She asked as she came up beside him to look him in the eyes. Hers looked hopeful.
"Maybe." Mac said, not meaning it. The drugs had to have something to do with her current state of being. They had to. He knew she didn't really love him.
"Please! I don't like being high-" she was interrupted with a swift slap across her face.
"Hush now! I don't want to hear it. I know what's best for you, understand?!"
"Yes, Papi." Ansley hung her head, caressing the hot welt forming on her face.
There was something about her submission that Mac couldn't resist. It made his insides squirm and his dick harden. He didn't even mention one more word as he unzipped the front of her olive green coveralls.
"Off!" He shouted as he began to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.
Ansley wasted no time, pulling the coveralls down to her waist, covering her breasts with crossed arms. Mac's jeans pooled around his ankles.
"Uh uh!" Mac scolded, jerking her arms away from her tits, and yanking the coveralls down to her ankles. He grabbed her shoulders hard, flipping her around to face the truck bed. He ran his fingers up the nape of her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he bent her over at a perfect 90-degree angle.
"Say it, Cupcake, say what I like to hear..." he whispered into her ear, his erection firm against the back of her thigh.
"I'm yours, Papi!"
"What's mine?!" He moaned into her ear, pulling her hair at the scalp, using his free hand to knead her nipples.
"My cunt!"
"Fucking right!" Mac growled, forcing himself inside of her, fast and hard. "Oh, this tight little pussy...oh, fuck, I love it!"
Ansley moaned, the fronts of her thighs pressing hard into the tailgate.
"Who's dirty little bitch are you?" Mac demanded, pushing into her hard and holding himself there.
"Yours!" Ansley whined.
Mac smiled, restarting his hard, vicious thrusts in and out of her, nipping at her neck with his rotten teeth, "Good girl," he breathed into her dampening skin.