Fuck it hurts. Mac thought. He rolled to his side with a great effort and to his disappointment he saw Murdoc sitting there with a plate of what looked like scrambled eggs and a black duffle bag.

"Mornin' sunshine!" Murdoc said boisterously, too loud for Mac's sensitive ears. The drug was wreaking havoc on his body. "Time to eat then we'll get to play some more games!"

Mac felt nausea, a feeling he was getting all to used to. "Why don't you just skip to the fun part, Muwreakingrdoc? I know that's the part you want."

"No, well yes. But I would love to see you eat something as see how long you can keep it down as part of the game!"

Mac shook his head. He couldn't believe this wasn't just some huge nightmare, this was actually happening, Murdoc had captured him and most likely had another captive and from the car seat, he could use deductive reasoning to determine the age of his fellow hostage.

"You realize that when you shake your head it's a general show of 'no.'" Murdoc moved closer from where he was. "I see that as a sign of you refusing to eat again."

Mac unconsciously ran his tongue over the sores he gained last night. He could almost taste the copper again. "That's not what-"

"That's what you already told me," Murdoc said. "I want you to understand that when you show me a sign I take it very seriously."

Within moments, Mac was reliving the same experience from the night before. Reopening the sores that had had no time to heal. Every time Murdoc would do to give Mac another bite he would rip Mac's head back using his hair. He could feel every strand of his hair being pulled out in every new movement.

After the food had been choked down, Murdoc sat watching Mac already struggle to keep it down. With the extra bit of creepy Murdoc had he said. "Well, wasn't that pleasant?"

"Not really." Mac closed his eyes and swallowed, but it hurt too much to finish the action.

"It would have been easier to just-"

"You assumed." Mac glared up at him from the mattress.

Murdoc laughed and pulled up the blanket and tossed it to the side. Mac immediately shrunk back from the cool draft that was created by Murdoc doing so. Murdoc bent down and grabbed Mac's jaw, and then it happened.

Mac didn't even see it but he sure felt it. A knife stabbing into his left leg and quickly leaving as fast as it entered. Mac let out a quick gasp not wanting to scream.

Murdoc looked Mac in the eyes. "Don't interrupt me." Murdoc stood up as he watched Mac scramble to put pressure on his new wound. "Next time it won't just be a surface wound."

Murdoc dug in his bag and through a found a white towel and threw it at Mac.

In response to Mac's confused look, Murdoc simply said, "Don't get too much blood on that. You're going to be sleeping there for a while."

A while. There it is again. Mac thought. "How long have I been here? Who else is here?" Mac rasped out,

"Usually I wouldn't answer these questions," Murdoc began. "But it's you MacGyver and you know how I can't say no to you."

"I doubt that." A side eye from Murdoc let Mac know that was the wrong answer.

"Do you want to know or not?" Murdoc gave him the same look that he did back in the tunnels when he had asked Mac if he wanted help or to be left not taken care of.

"Yes," Mac looked down at his leg that he had been applying pressure to and quickly added. "Please."

"Look at that!" Murdoc happily applauded. "You're learning."

Mac became flush. He had never felt so humiliated as to listen to commands from this psycho. It would have been fine if Murdoc hadn't have pointed that out Mac thought me might have been able to handle it. He bit his already sore tongue and held back what he wanted to say.

"Alright, alright." He calmed himself down from laughing. "You've been with me for just about two weeks. That girl up there is a job of mine."

"You're going to kill her?"Mac looked at him shocked, completely skipping over the fact it had been two whole weeks. "I mean, I know you kill people for a living, but a little girl?!"

"Not her. Not right now, but when the right price is offered I will."

"Who is she?"

"She a job. I don't ask questions." Murdoc said. "All I was told was to babysit her until I am given further instructions. That's it. That's all I am doing."

"But why-?" He started.

"No more questions." He waved off any further attempt at Mac questioning him.

They sat in silence for half an hour before either man even dared to speak a word.

"Soo, what's your favorite color?" Murdoc said plainly.

"Really?" Mac was taken back by the other man's question. "My favorite color?"

"Yes. I have a pretty in-depth file about you, where you live, what has happened to you, your so-called family, psych reports, and what not," Murdoc looked innocently. "But I don't have the basics."

"Oh, here I thought you had all the answers." He said sarcastically.

"See normally I would but I find some questions are better answered in person."

Mac ignored the man and sat against the wall trying to keep eggs down.

"Ok then!" Murdoc stepped towards Mac again. "I see you must really want to get a taste of the rest of my tricks."

"Do it." Mac put on a brave face but he knew it was only going to make Murdoc want to break him more. "I won't tell you where Cassian is!"

"Oh MacGyver, and that is what makes this so~ much fun." Murdoc went to the door and pulled out a chair that already had some chains attached to it. "See, I think you're a masochist."

"What would give you that idea?" Mac swallowed hard and looked at the chair.

"Oh, just the fact that you are one of the brightest minds to ever exist and yet you don't prevent anything you know will happen."

"Like what?"

"My escape." Mac looked into Murdoc's eyes and shivered. He didn't like the was Murdoc was staring back. "You could have prevented it, and yet you didn't."

"So you're asking me to beef up on your security?"

Murdoc lightly shook his head. "Not only did you let me escape but you kept me alive."

"I'm not the killer here."

"You keet me alive even when it means your so-called little family and your own safety is jeopardized by it," Murdoc laughed. "You don't have any good home security and you willing opened your door even though you don't know who's on the other side."

"Just because I am trusting-"

"No, I wouldn't say trusting, more like risky."

"I don't expect a group of three to storm me whenever I open my door."

"Yet you are a super secret agent with a great mind, who I am sure has many enemies. I'm surprised Matilda doesn't have you under lock and keep."

"Yeah I have enemies your one of them, and Matty doesn't do that because she respects me."

"I'm hurt you could call us enemies." Murdoc mockingly put one hand over his chest. "And Matty doesn't do that, not because she respects you, but because she is afraid to lose a great tool to her arsenal."

"I'm not a tool."

"Angus, come on. Even you know the definition of a tool."

"Yeah." Mac shrugged his shoulders or at least made a valid effort.

"What is it? In your own words."

"A tool is something that is designed to fit a certain purpose and to be used to do so."

"Bingo!"

"I wasn't designed to do anything."

"But they use you. Matty uses you. She is constantly putting you out in the line of fire to do her dirty work while she sits behind the big screen, quite comfortably."

"That's because she needs to."

"You really are clueless! What brought you and Jackie boy together?"

"The army."

"Wrong. It was your skill. Your talents. Now, what brought Matilda to your Pheniox Foundation?"

"We needed a new-"

"Wrong. It was your skill. See without you there is no Foundation. Oh, how I can imagen Riley being hauled back off to her comfy little supermax cell, Jack retiring knowing that he lost his greatest asset, and poor little Wilt, losing his best friend and roommate. All to me."

Mac clenched his teeth and began to slowly grind them. He wouldn't let any of those things happen to his family.

"Oh, now I know their loves will be tough adjusting but they'll get over you." Murdoc took a stride forward and crouched down to rub Mac's shoulder "But until they stop the search parties and start the funeral, you and I will have some fun. What do you say, Boy Scout?"

"I say you are a crazy son of a bi-" Before Mac could finish he felt a second wave of pain in his leg. Murdoc had dealt away with the white towel and burrowed a thumb in the fresh wound. He cupped his hand over his mouth and turned away from Murdoc, who was focused on the exact placement of his thumb.

"Well, that was fun!" Murdoc said gleefully pulling away, wiping the fresh hot blood on the towel adding to its collection of dark red spots. He immediately began to haul Mac up to his feet and over to the chair. "Next time, watch your language! Wouldn't want little ears to hear it."

"I don't see any kids." Mac tiredly said.

"No, not now, but you must know for our little guess and when I get Cassian back you'll have to be especially careful." Murdoc shook his head. "If you use that kind of language around him you might lose your tongue."

Murdoc took the weary limbs of his victim and bound him with the chains effortlessly as if he did this on a weekly basis, which was probably the case.

Rough metal began to cut into Mac's skin almost immediately and for some reason a feeling that he could only identify as regret crept up his body even though he could think of nothing he should regret.

"Let's have some fun Boy Scout!" Murdoc began to cheerfully hum as Mac's screams echoed through the room.