It itched terribly. Black and blue bruises had begun to make their appearance all over her body The skin on her knees turned from a bright pink flush marred with grains of sand and bits of small rocks to an angry red, cracked and bleeding. Deep teeth indentations marked her all about the shoulders. Her muscles ached from prolonged tension. Her nose still burned from the water. Her body shook as hunger began to take its toll on her, leaving her in a gentle delirium. In spite of all these agonizing symptoms, all she could think about was how much the jumpsuit itched. She looked down at the little name patch above the breast pocket.

Mac

The flesh on the inside of her thighs tingled at the thought of his name. Rubbing her thighs together, she sought through the dizziness to stifle the growing desire creeping through her. Kari hadn't seen him since taken her to bed the evening before. Most of her clothes, being shredded or soaked, he'd wrapped her up in one of his jumpsuits. Her limp body had been understandably passive to being reattached to the bed frame. Surprisingly he had left her ankles free. Thoroughly exhausted, she'd quickly drifted off to sleep with a warm weight resting heavily on her chest. Mac had already left by the time she awoke.

There was no clock in the room, forcing her to guess the time by the position of the rays of the sun slipping through the blinds. Which, given the limited light source and her lazy technology dependent lifestyle, was reduced to morning, noon-ish, and night. At some point time between noon-ish and night, her stomach had started to rumble, reminding her that she had not eaten since the morning Mac had caught her. He'd only allowed her water. Looking at recent experiences, she wasn't a big fan of water anymore.

With the beginning signs of hallucinations from hunger imminent, mind-over-matter wasn't much of an option. Kari's head rolled back on to the pillow. Bright stars pricked across her vision, blending together to form little sparkling curls swimming before her eyes. She hoped these hallucinations were solely the result of her malnutrition and not the start of a consuming madness. The measurable time that had passed since waking was taking its toll on her mind. She felt oddly lonely in the little room. Laying there with nothing to pass the time was dangerous to her already troubled state of mind. She needed some sort of distraction to drive away the irrational flow of twisted logic threatening her. At that point in time, she even wanted Mac to come back. It was better than dealing with the civil war of her thoughts.

A bubbly giggle skipped passed her lips. She would go crazy and be reduced to rocking in a corner with a straight jacket on, blowing raspberries at the ceiling. Or possibly be a Stockholm syndrome statistic and end up serving breakfast in bed while connected to an old-fashioned shackle.

Her eyes blinked heavily. Perhaps sleep was a good idea. She could hibernate like a bear, and pass the worst of her solitary confinement in her own dreams. Letting her eyelids drift down slowly to blink again, she decided the effort to lift them was not worth it and let the peace of sleep take her…

A loud creak echoed through the silent room, making her jump out of her sleeping state. Kari opened her eyes and squinted through the hazy fog. In stepped Mac, clutching a plastic bag at his side. The deep alluring smell of cooked meat and grease wafted through the room, calling to her rapidly deteriorating insides. Her stomach growled in joyful answer. She could almost see the obnoxious sound rumbling over her skin with a cartoon like quality. She watched as he walked to the side of the bed and set the bag on the bed next to her rumbling tummy. Heat radiated from the bag warming the left side of her torso. Her eyes focused slowly on the bag, hoping that its contents would at least be shared with her.

A sudden shift in the bed drew her attention back to Mac. He was sitting on the bed with his left leg propped up on the bed, as he dug through the bag. The familiar squeak of Styrofoam creaked through the rustling of the bag. Kari shifted around, trying to pull herself up as much as possible. Putting her tied arms between herself and Mac, she dragged herself to a sitting position.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, as he pulled the contents from the bag. Kari stared at the Styrofoam box. Stamped into it was the generic symbol of the happy face with a 'Thank you' underneath it. He laid to the left of the container a little plastic fork and napkin in wrapping. She swallowed audible, the smell of food setting her salivary glands to overtime. Mac's hand caught her chin roughly between his index finger and thumb, refocusing her attention to him.

"Did. You. Miss. Me." He asked again. Pulling her eyes away from the food, Kari locked eyes with Mac. Their cold blue irises a stark contrast to the growing heat in her face. The tip of his index finger brushed at the corner of her mouth, sending a welcomed shiver through her. She looked out of the corner of her eye to where his hand held her face. Unable to see his hand holding her face, she turned her gaze back to his face. She felt herself cracking against the hard edges of his unwavering stare.

Twisting her head slightly, she rubbed her face against the fingers that gripped her jaw painfully. The hold on her chin loosened a degree, giving her more room to move inside its enclosure. Kari moved her lower jaw until his finger brushed the corner of her mouth. Turning her head side to side, she slid her lip along the finger, letting herself enjoy the contact. The forgotten container on the bed squeaked, as Mac climbed onto the bed.

Sitting up with his legs under him, Mac pulled her legs over his thighs until her body arched into his with her head against the frame behind her. His fingers caught the zipper at the top of the jumpsuit and yanked down. The itchy clothing spilled open around her torso. His hands pushed into the opening, gripping the two sections and jerking violently until it split past the zipper's end. Kari watched his hands jump to his own clothes and tear open his jeans. His body bearing down on her, he caught her lips with his. She moaned into his mouth, as his tongue stroke hers. His hands slid under her butt, adjusting her body.

Her lips tore from his to let out a scream when he pushed into her. Pulling on her binds she used the leverage to wrap her legs tighter around his hips. Her head bounced against the bed frame with every frantic thrust. Ignoring the painful knot building at the top back of her head, she leaned up desperate for his mouth. Smug muffled laughter rippled softly between her breathless groaning. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her growing pleasure climbed to a painful peak. One of his hands traveled up her back to cradle the back of her head. Unable to pull her head away from his kiss, she cried out against his lips.

Her body bounced limply against his as he followed her into ecstasy, pouring hot splashes inside her. Letting her slid fully onto the bed, he tucked his head into her shoulder. His hand grabbed her throat, oddly gentle compared to before.

"Answer the question," Mac's hot breath tickled along her neck.

"Yes," she admitted softly. "I missed you."