MAC
Six Years Ago
It's funny the things that happen to someone when they allow another person to get close to them. For myself having a young, beautiful woman in my house was to my benefit in ways I hadn't expected. I wasted no time in putting it out that she was mine. Nissa was too young, too naive, and much, much too beautiful to have it otherwise. As soon as it became known that she was under my protection, I stopped worrying about what she did when I wasn't there. Because I knew my reputation would keep her safe. I knew they talked about me, and I knew what they said. What I didn't expect was that she would learn so quickly what it took to survive here, to survive in my world.
The first time the cops showed up at my place wanting to know where I had been when that dumb whore had gotten herself killed, Nissa served them coffee and her freshly baked muffins. And all the while, she had cheerfully looked them in the eye and lied.
NISSA
Five Years Ago
And so it had gone for those two years. Mac left the house every day to do whatever it was he did, and while he was gone Nissa did what she had to do. She cleaned, she did laundry. She went grocery shopping and somehow managed to have dinner on the table for him every night. She heard the rumors of course, she would have had to have been deaf not to. But the Mac the people talked about when they thought she wasn't listening wasn't the Mac that she had come to know. No, he was not a nice man. He was an asshole. Yes, he was an addict. Nissa really didn't care. He had done exactly as he had promised. He had given her a place to live, he had bought her clothes, and food, and hadn't expected anything from her. That didn't mean she hadn't gleaned a bit of him during their time together. Of course he tried to hide himself from her, but she had learned one definitive thing. Mac had very specific appetites when it came to sex.
And now it was time to pay the piper.
Earlier this morning, she had tentatively reminded Mac that today was Halloween and asked for some money to buy a costume. When he scoffed at her, she has simply smiled sweetly and told him it was important to her. Reluctantly (and after calling her a few names), he had thrown a handful of twenties at her and told her to knock herself out.
Now, she stood, frowning at herself in the mirror. At the time the slutty little red riding hood costume had seemed appropriate. She knew he was a wolf, but that didn't stop her from wanting him. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to keep her. And no it was not Stockholm syndrome thank you very much.
The sound of the front door slamming shut meant that he was home. And it was too late for her to change. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the bedroom and waited.
MAC
Five Years Ago
The sight of her in that stupid little costume had stopped him in his tracks. His day had been shit from the start. First Walter had been on his ass more than usual, then he had missed lunch working overtime to make sure the product his halfwit father had promised a drug lord would be ready. He was tired. He was hungry. And he wanted a shower. So to see this girl dressed like a common whore, even down to the little basket in her hand made him see red.
"I hope ya don' think ya fuckin' goin' trick or treatin' like that" he had spit out at her.
"No… I just…" she looked down at her feet, clad in a pair of ridiculously high heels. "I just…"
"Ya just what? Dammit girl! I ain't got time for this!"
"It's my birthday Mac" she said so softly he almost missed it.
"It's ya birth…" the full implication of what she was saying hit him. Her birthday was on Halloween. And somehow he had not figured that out in the two years she had lived with him. She was eighteen. She was HIS.
"In that case" the grin he shot her could only be described as predatory. "Ya best run Little Red."
NISSA
Five Years Ago
Nissa's laughter rang out through the house as she ran, her high heels making her wobble unsteadily. She heard Mac behind her, cursing as he banged his shin on the table as he passed. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, but she was almost there. Almost to the back door. Not that she would leave, she doubted she could even manage the stairs in her heels, but Mac didn't need to know that. Her fingers had just closed around the knob when she was suddenly jerked roughly away from the door.
"I've got ya now little red" Mac growled in her ear, before spinning her around and shoving her against the wall, his mouth hungirly closing over hers before moving to her neck, nibbling her fragrant skin before he bit down hard where her neck met her shoulder, her blood spilling into his mouth and down his chin. Her suddenly panicked scream was music to his ears.
"Are you going to eat me Mac?" she had asked him then, forcing her eyes to his even while she tried hard to keep the fear from her voice.
"I'm going to devour you" he replied, hoisting her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing and carrying her towards the bedroom.
MAC
Five Years Ago
Mac tossed his burden on the bed so hard she bounced, nearly coming back off. The blood on her neck was vivid against her skin, staining the white of her costume. He saw the fear in her eyes, and he knew that she knew. She knew what he did. She knew what he was. She saw the monster within him that no one else seemed to. Perhaps she was the only one.
"I'm gonna hurt ya" he said, "I won't apologize for it either. This ain't romance and roses Nissa girl. I ain't that kinda man. I'm gonna tear ya open from the inside out. I'm going to make you scream. And those screams Nissa girl? Are going to be what gets me off. I don't care if ya do let's be clear on that. This is for me. This is my payment for takin' ya in."
He watched as she swallowed hard, her eyes never once leaving his. When she failed to respond, he reached out, gripping her chin, his fingers digging painfully into her skin. He hoped it bruised. "Do ya understand me girl?"
She nodded, the glimmer of tears already in her eyes. Oh he was going to enjoy her.
"Take off that ridiculous costume" Mac said, shoving her away from him. "Leave the heels on. Do it now Nissa girl or I'll cut it off ya"
He watched her scramble to obey him, waiting until she was naked before him before he kicked out of his work boots, unzipped his overalls, and shoved them down before pulling his wife beater over his head. He watched her as she watched him, a knowing smile on his lips as her eyes widened on his size. He crossed the room, fisting his hand in her hair and yanking her head back. "First things first Nissa girl. Ya gonna suck my cock. And don't get any funny ideas about using ya teeth if I do something ya don't like. Ya bite me" he yanked her hair hard, "I'll knock every one of ya damn teeth out ya got me?"
Another fearful nod. His cock twitched. He was already starting to ache for her. Without releasing his grip on her hair, he pulled her head down to his cock. "Now be a good girl and open wide" he said, a short bark of laughter escaping his lips as he shoved her face down on his cock feeling her gag around him. Mac snapped his hips, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding down into her mouth, feeling her gag around him, unable to pull away or even breathe properly. His eyes opened when he felt the vibration of her lips around his shaft. Her eyes were closed to him, the mascara running down her face as tears leaked from her eyes, but it was her hand that he noticed. If he wasn't mistaken, she was rubbing herself. Pulling her head back, he started down at her, his lip curling as she started guiltily up at him.
"Did I tell ya ya could do that?" he demanded, giving her head a shake as his hand was still in her hair.
"N...No Sir" she whispered, looking down and moving as though to fold her hands in her lap.
"Not so fast" he said, pulling her hand towards him and sucking on her fingers. Tasting her. He damned near moaned in pleasure himself.
"Lay back and spread those pretty legs girl. I think I'll eat ya after all"
Mac positioned himself between her splayed legs, using two of his fingers to spread her lower lips open. "Virgin pussy" he murmured, inhaling her scent, "There is nothing like it". Leaning forward, Mac slid his tongue against her, delving into her. Slowly he pushed his tongue in and out of her, before sucking on her clit causing her hips to arch up. One day, he would fuck her with his fingers, but not today. Not when she was still innocent. He licked her, listening to her moans and grinning as he felt her hips rocking against his face. So she was enjoying it. Shame then it was going to end so soon.
Without warning, Mac turned his head, sinking his teeth into her thigh until once again, he tasted her blood. This time her scream was one of pain, and his cock stiffened farther. Slowly, he slid up her body, watching as she panted, her pupils dark as her blood dripped from his chin, leaving a crimson trail across her flesh.
"Ya gonna take my cock now Nissa girl" he said before shoving forward, forcing his cock into her and grinning in satisfaction as he felt himself tear through her hymen. She rewarded him with a scream as she suddenly began trying to push him off of her. She was wild in her pain and her fear. He could smell her.
"I don't think so" he said, grabbing her hands in one of his and pinning them above her head, putting weight on them as he roughly took her. He turned his head, licking up her cheek, tasting the tears she freely cried.
"I warned ya" he growled against her skin, withdrawing until he was nearly out of her just to snap his hips forward again, burying himself to the hilt once more.
NISSA
Five Years Ago
On and on it went, her hands pinned painfully above her head as Mac violated her. The hand that wasn't holding her hands down was gripping her hip, and somehow she knew she would bear the mark of his hand. In addition to the marks she would carry where he had bitten her. Not once, but twice. The wound on her thigh ached painfully as his body rubbed against it.
She forced her eyes open, twisting her head to look at him. His eyes were glued to her face, watching in satisfaction the pain that displayed across her features. He was getting off on it she realized. On the pain he was causing her. She had been the one to put that look in his eye. A power unlike anything she had known before began to swell inside of her, and before she realized it, she was moving with him. Timing her thrusts to perfectly match his, and with a slight shift of her body, she was able to take him deeper. She moaned as he growled. She arched as he sucked on her neck marking her for all to see. And when his hand closed around her tender throat, squeezing until she worried he might actually crush her windpipe, she had no choice. She let herself fall.
And when she exploded around him, her orgasm causing her vision to darken, she felt him come with her. As the hot, sticky ropes of his semen pulsed into her she could have sworn she heard him whisper her name. It sounded like a prayer.
