Special thanks to Magenta's Nightmare for pimping the hell out of this story on Tumblr. You are the best, this story is dedicated to you because without you it wouldn't exist, none of my stories would. Now a warning, this story is about to go right down the rabbit hole like "Alice in Wonderland" but worse. I'm trying to post it all this weekend because I think it's a story that you cant drag out with sketchy posting (something I am guilty of). Hope you will all let me know what you think :) Love each and every person who kudos and reviews this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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*****When logic and proportion
Have fallen slowly dead
And the White Knight is talking backward
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said********
Luke arrived at the garage the next morning and she looked like hell, Remy had stayed up most of the night watching Mac, making sure he couldn't get free, listening to his bitching and then finally fell into a fitful sleep after she dosed him again. The bags were heavy under her eyes, though and she looked so haunted; Luke hated to see her this way, over this man, but soon this would be over. Then she would be free. What wouldn't he do for the woman he loved, no matter what it was, it would never be enough in his mind.
They would both put it behind them, go back to South Carolina and forget it ever happened, he would ask her to marry him and they would live happily ever after, he believed that with every fiber of his being.
There were marks on her, on her neck and arms, from him and Luke knew that bastard had done something to her again, but she had the upper hand; whatever it had been, it couldn't have been that bad. He told himself that anyway, but he didn't really believe it. The thought of that douchebags hands on her made his blood boil over, he wanted him dead just as much as she did now.
Jealousy was a bitch, and Luke didn't care now at all.
She had given Mac another shot because he wouldn't shut the fuck up all night and she needed to sleep, but he was awake now and raging at the sight of her with another man, as she knew he would be. That was part of it, Luke didn't know exactly what part he was playing in her revenge plan, but it was a big part, maybe the biggest.
Luke couldn't help but wonder what had happened the night before between the two of them. The truth was, not much; Mac had screamed and yelled at her when she finally came back calling her a cum guzzling whore, a cocksucker, and a cunt until she had enough and gave him another shot.
/ 7 hours ago /
Was that White Rabbit playing, of all things? Mac could hear Grace Slick's voice in the distance as he opened his eyes. She kept the music nice and loud, smart of her, in case there was any noise. He always knew she was a smart one, he liked the smart ones best of all.
Was she going to torture him? Kill him? Would she cut him the way he had cut her? Would he like it?
He had seen weapons, it didn't matter, he was not going down without a fight. Fuck her, she had won this round, but he could go many rounds, would. But what was she going to do with the ax?
"Remy you fuckin cunt," He yelled and she came in from inside, she had been smoking out the door of the garage and ignoring Jenny's frantic calls. Luke had called her and told her Jenny was well on her way out of Utah and Remy had just shut off her phone after a while.
Jenny was safe, that was all that mattered.
Mac had called her every name in the book so far and she had not answered him until she walked back in the door.
"Awake I see," She said and walked towards him, he could barely see her in the darkness.
"When am I gonna learn not to turn my back on you?" He said with a laugh and she squatted down next to him and jammed another needle into his arm, with less medication than last time. Remy was not killing him, yet.
"Shut up Mac." She said and sat down next to the cage on the mattress and he had to turn his head to see her, there was only a foot or two between them.
"What have you been giving me," His head rolled from side to side, "I'm so jacked up."
"Versed and ketamine."
"Midazolam? Dazzle?," He laughed the laugh of a stoned man and smiled wide, "And I am, dazzled."
"Got it from a pusher in Charlottesville, had to blow him first, ya know?"
She watched Mac's eyes get dark, it was a lie and he was jealous, and that fact gave her an idea, a few ideas actually. It was a lie that served her like his lies served him. She didn't blow the guy, she was a paying customer, with cash to spare but she would have done anything to get what she needed.
"Don't even try and tell me that you're unfamiliar with that type of transaction Mac."
Saying that she did that was to make him crazy, she wanted him to be as crazy as she was, to feel the pain she did every day. As they stared at each other in the darkness Mac grinned at her, he had forgotten what she just said, and he grinned the lopsided grin of the wasted.
"This is kinda sexy," He said to her, and then he was out.
*****Feed your head, feed your head, feed your head***
Remy laid down on the mattress a few feet away from him and fell into the first dreamless sleep she'd had in fifteen months.
/
"Well, ya got me all tied up now. What are ya gonna do with me huh?" Mac yelled from the cage the next morning when Luke had arrived, with a case of water and food for both of them. Luke watched her give Mac a few bites of food and water; it was creepy seeing her inside the cage with him and he'd tried to lick her fingers.
Remy pulled away quickly and came back out towards Luke, who was already about to kill Mac. She could sense that Luke was getting wound up and she didn't have time for that, she should have made him leave when Jenny left, but she needed him, for later on.
"Ok Luke. You can go now. Come back tomorrow."
"Yeah, you better go Luke..." Mac yelled, "You slipped me a ruffie and my pants are still on? That's not how it's done. You suck at this Remy,"
"What did you do to her?" Luke hollered at him, "She was fine, fine until you called her and she heard your voice. Now she's crazy."
"You'd think we were in love..." he sneered from the cage, "Get lost pussy so I can fuck your woman...again."
"Fuck you," Luke slammed his hand down on the cage, now he understood, now he understood why she was doing this, why Jenny being safe wasn't enough, he bent down to meet the other man's eyes as if they were rivals for her affections, "I hope she fucking kills you!"
Mac grunted, "She's a great fuck isn't she?" He said, trying to get another outburst from Luke, but Luke wasn't having it. He stood up, kicked the cage and took his place back next to Remy then put his arm around her. It was a proprietary action he knew, but he couldn't help it. Mac brought out the worst in him, in her, in everyone probably.
"Ever read The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo MAC?" Remy asked trying to redirect this fucked up pissing contest she was witnessing, she pulled her knife out of her boot and rolling it through her hands.
"No or that other trash shit you told me about," Mac answered then smiled that devil's smile she remembered, the one that haunted her dreams.
"Pity, I'll give you a short rundown. The female protagonist, Lisbeth, my spirit animal, she has some bad luck and a man in power over her rapes her."
"It wasn't rape, you wanted it, you fuckin loved it!"
"It was coercion, it was you demanding payment for my sister, and before that."
"Coercion my fucking ass. You're a cock hound."
Luke balled his fists up but that was all, he was going to kill him just for saying that one thing to her eventually, but for now he wasn't letting this mother fucker get to him. He needed to keep control of himself, or he was going to shoot this asshole.
"You make her cum the way I do Luke?" He said, "Tell em, Remy, tell em about yesterday in the alley. Shes a fuckin wet dream is what she is, every fuckin time. Like a freight train. I fuckin got her off in the middle of a bar full of people in the middle of the afternoon."
"You're disgusting," Luke growled.
"So that's a no, then?", He laughed, "Shit, Remy. You need a man who knows how to handle you."
She ignored his bullshit, it was all bullshit.
"Lisbeth gets revenge ... and so will I."
"You ain't gonna do shit to me." He growled.
"Why did you take her and not me? Why won't you tell me?"
"Cause I wanted you all lit up like a Christmas tree and you are." He laughed, "Look at you, all wired up and spinning like a top."
The worst possible thing for her was for something to happen to her sister and he had figured that out. This was all a game to him, a mind fuck; she had plans to mind fuck him right back.
"It's ok Luke, go ahead, come back tomorrow." She said turning to face him now and giving him a slight smile.
Luke squeezed her hand and narrowed his eyes, he didn't want to leave her alone with him, "You sure?"
She nodded and Luke leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips, it was their first kiss; then he was gone. Luke left reluctantly, but he knew that Mac was tied tight and she needed to do this, whatever it was she was going to do because she had not clued Luke in on this part.
"Jokes on you Remona. I'm kinda into this," Mac laughed.
"Oh, you won't be soon." She walked over and pulled the chair so it was in front of him and sat down.
"Then what?"
"I'll kill you."
He laughed, " You ain't got the balls."
She spread her legs, placed her feet on the cage, so his view was at eye level. She had changed into leggings and a long t-shirt, but he could see what she wanted him to see.
"Why didn't you just take me?" She passed the knife back and forth from each of her hands and made eye contact with him.
"Well, where's the fun in that?"
"I am going to kill you, I've said it all along,"
"Then that does make you like me."
"I know," She ran her teeth over her bottom lip, Remy leaned over him giving him a nice view of her tits; then she stood up and crawled into the cage with him. Now it was he who was wound up, she still held the knife and he was going crazy not knowing what she planned to do to him.
Remy came closer, ran her lips over his neck the way she was sure he liked, licked slowly down to his collarbone, then back up to his ear.
"Now that's more like it," He groaned.
"You want more?"
He nodded, "Fuck yeah, this is hot."
She shook her head, "No more."
"Bitch."
****** It's you that I adore. You'll always be my whore. We must never be apart.******
"Turn off this fucking music Remy, 24 hours of this shit and I hate Smashing Pumpkins."
She leaned closer to him from the mattress where she sat now, she had slept there that night, with her knife in her hand and the shotgun. He had been too drugged to know it but now it occurred to him; she had slept next to him; maybe she had this guy Luke wrapped around her little finger like a bitch, but it was him she slept next to.
"But I made this playlist just for you... songs in the key of Mac."
"See you've been thinking about me too." He grinned, "I knew it."
Remy didn't answer him, instead she brought her lips to his neck again and sucked hard and he closed his eyes, yeah he was into this alright. If she insisted on playing this awful music he could tolerate it he supposed. The feel of her lips on his neck was driving him nuts and eventually she would untie him.
****Lovely girl you're the murder in my world. *****
"You can molest me all you want Remy," He groaned, "I won't even call the cops."
Her lips were soft and warm, down over his chest and her hands, her hands were on his dick through his pants; God it felt so good. Who the fuck knew that he would like being tied up, of course, she would figure it out; they were two of a kind.
She stopped suddenly, just as he was about to beg her to jerk him off and she stood up. Mac watched in anticipation as she slid her leggings off, then her panties, which she threw deliberately just out of his reach.
"Ah, you fuckin suck woman, that wasn't nice," He groaned, she was gonna get fucked good for this.
"I'm not nice," She replied, "I was, but not now."
She stood in front of him, just out of his reach and he could smell her, it was intoxicating. She was so close, just a few more inches and he could taste her, he opened his mouth.
"Come on, closer baby," He moaned, "Bring that sweet pussy over here."
Remy backed up to the mattress instead and sat down, spread her legs and leaned on her knees, meeting his eyes.
"Really?" He laughed as spread her legs wider in front of him, he could see her pussy full on, and he couldn't touch her or himself. Now he understood what she was doing, "Remona, when I get free you're gonna pay for this!"
She shook her head, "You aren't getting free," she said and slipped her fingers down between her legs, she could see he was hard and suffering and that was what she wanted. Mac was breathing heavy and trying to get free and she didn't care, he was right, she was not nice and he had made her that way.
"At least let me lick your fingers," He groaned and tried, without success to get the restraints undone, he pulled on them with all his strength, to get to her, but it was no use. When he got free he was going to fuck her to hell and back for this.
His body and mind were aching, his arms flaccid and useless and, oh how his dick ached for her, but he couldn't get free. Now he knew what torture felt like, for a man like him this was worse than cutting, or getting stabbed with an ice pick, and she was going to pay for this.
/
"Remy, Remy. Wake up I gotta piss."
She rolled over on the mattress and sat up, it was just getting dark and Remy still had on the same t-shirt and leggings, brought a jug to him and set him up then turned while he used it, then took it away. She didn't look at him the entire time, pretending to be half asleep, as she brought the jug to the door and dumped it out.
"What;'s your problem, you've seen it before." He badgered her as she zipped his pants up again.
Remy slid down along the wall of the garage and looked at him wearily.
"It's paybacks. I get it. Don't mean I'm not gonna fuck you up for this. But I get it," He said.
So he, understood her? Yes, and she understood him.
"You fucked up this time," She put her feet flat on the concrete and spread her legs to give him a view again, "You'll never, ever touch me again."
She ran her hand over her lower thigh, then over the apex of her thighs and he was drooling, if she kept doing this in front of him he was going to explode.
"Jesus Christ Remy at least unzip one of my hands,"
She shook her head, "No touching," She continued, "It took me a long time to realize what you did to me wasn't my fault."
"Fuck you, you liked it, all of it," He sneered, "You liked it in the bar and you liked it in the alley, like the whore you are."
"Yes, I did. And it fucks me up that I did. But it was never my fault. I was almost over it, almost normal again, but you couldn't stay away. Why?"
"Because you got away," He said as if it was the most simple thing, "No one ever gets away from me and neither will you."
Remy shook her head, did he not understand that it was he who wasn't getting away?
"Yes I did, I got away and I thought I was going to be ok, but I'm not." She whispered, "I'll never be ok, I know that now, do you know why you're tied up?" She got closer to him again, he could smell her again, then she ran her lips over his neck, licked and then blew hot breath there.
"Cause you're kinky?" He groaned at the feel of her lips and her hot, wet mouth on his skin.
"In a little while you're going to want the use of your hands and it's not gonna happen."
"You're fuckin sick ya know that?"
"Takes one to know one doesn't it?"
He wasn't giving her the answer she wanted or maybe he had, and then she kissed him nasty, running her hands all over him until he was ready to explode. Then she stood up and walked to the mattress and laid down, where they spent the next fifteen minutes staring at each other, both out of breath to the sound of Pat Benatar singing "It's a Little Too Late."
******It's a little too little
It's a little too late
I'm a little too hurt
And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say
You can cry to me baby
But there's only so much I can take
Ah, it's a little too little
It's a little too late.****
Then Remy finally closed her eyes to try and get some sleep, tomorrow was a big day and the last thing she saw before sleep over took her was his face.
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