Just a short chapter to move this thing along. There's going to be a few time jumps now. I can't write 1596 days of Mac smut lol.

Laci goes down the rabbit hole.

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Sometimes now he just chained her leg, Laci was so grateful not to be confined to the bed anymore she thanked him profusely, to the point it annoyed the fuck out of him. Something had happened to her during her time in the basement, an understanding of sorts. With plenty of time to think she had figured out a few things, accepted some things too. One of them being that she was never getting away and maybe she didn't want to anymore. Mac noticed the change in her demeanor and she was sure that was why he only used the leg chain now. She had been there so long now.

But he still didn't trust her that much, not enough to let her roam free again.

She had also figured out exactly who he was.

Laci remembered the last night he had brought her upstairs, and the radio report, what else did she have to think about but him anyway; it was like she didn't exist separately from him now anyway. Mac had said it was a copycat that did that one rape, and there was only one way he would know that. He had been raping and killing women for years, Laci had figured it out and she was the only one he chose to let live. Why?

He was a monster.

She didn't care, she needed him, no matter what he was. He was her lifeline now. What he said, she did, without question. Crawl across the room to me, suck my dick, spread your legs. She did what he wanted immediately.

She wasn't the first woman he raped, and she knew he was a killer, but she needed him. It didn't matter what he had done or was going to do, to her or anyone else.

Laci needed him.

He was her lifeline, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen, with the most beautiful eyes; he was everything, her world.

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Mac busted through the door at the Luna Mesa in a shitty mood and looking for Devon to give him an ass kicking for upsetting Regina, again. She had called him in tears saying that their brother had screamed at her for forgetting to do his laundry. There was no love lost between him and Devon, ever since they were kids, Devon always picked on Regina because she was the youngest, and Mac always defended her, he was the oldest.

Devon had the worst case of middle child syndrome Mac had ever seen, he was a prick in Mac's eyes anyway, a slug on the ground.

One of these days he was going to kill Devon, he was the kind of person that didn't deserve to walk the earth, and Mac was just biding his time to give him what he had coming to him. He couldn't stand to see his sister crying, Devon was going to get it, sooner than later.

Because he was distracted he wasn't looking and almost knocked the guy with the fliers over; he had seen him once or twice before around town and the bar and he knew who he was. The papers in the other man's hands, all with her face on them floated down to his feet.

She likes Sublime and 311, and she back talks a lot, Mac thought to himself, I know your girl. I know her real good.

"Hey sorry man," He bent down and picked up the ones the man dropped and saw Laci's smile staring back at him, just like always. Mac's lip twitched as he looked Dan dead in the eye.

"That's my girlfriend," They had never spoken before, but for some reason, Dan spoke to him this time, "She's been missing seventeen months."

"Seventeen months you say?"

"Have you seen her," The man's eyes were searching for hope, even a dick like Mac could see that.

Yeah, I saw her fifteen minutes ago handcuffed to a bed in my basement while I fucked the shit out of her.

"Ain't seen her," He handed the flier back and continued to the bar where Walter stood.

"Why ya let that guy put those up in here," Mac raged at his father, "It's bad for business."

"Like you got any say in what I do here boy," Walter replied.

"Fine, scare all your customers away, it makes it look like bad shit happens here. Great for the tourist trade."

"Don't bad things happen here?" Walter said with a raise of his eyebrows.

Mac ignored him.

"He comes once a month, told me he does this all over the state. Got to admire the guy's persistence, he just ain't giving up," Walter answered, "A man on a mission."

"He's a dumb prick," Mac said as he lit a cigarette.

"Must be some fine pussy he's missing," Walter leaned on the bar and they were quiet for a beat, "Some good panochita, I would say."

"Whatever where's Devon?" Mac growled.

"Not my turn to watch him, son, and I been thinking."

"Well, fuck me running, throw a parade." Mac scoffed.

"I just find it Interesting that no bodies are showing up son, no more murders up at Salt Lake City anymore, been well over a year. I was sure that was you."

"Fuck off Walter."

"They say this guy is in jail, on some other charges. I think maybe there's a different reason he stopped."

"Yeah, and what's that?"

"Devon says you're paying him to steal Depo from the pharmacy,"

"He's a fucking liar..."

"You ain't selling that, you're giving it to someone." Walter replied, "I don't know what the fuck you're up to, but whatever it is it better not blow back on me or I'll slit your throat."

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She smiled when she heard the front door open, he was back, she had missed him desperately. Laci's body was on high alert, waiting to hear his footsteps coming down the stairs. Her heart pounded and her breathing sped up. He was home. She turned around in the cage, looking for him, listening to his footsteps coming across the kitchen floor. The door opened to the cellar, she counted the steps, thirteen, when he was there and her eyes lit up.

"You wanna come out?" He asked.

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Notes: Panochita, is a Mexican word for pussy, but I'm sure y'all figured that out already. Thank you for reading xxx