Another time jump as you'll see. The song from the last chapter was "Unchained Melody" I figured most people would recognize it. I always wondered how it got its name, the words are kind of odd for the title, I think but beautiful. It's a haunting song I feel like and sad of course. It, along with all the Sublime I've been listening to lately is what started this whole thing. It's always music that inspires me. I was messing around with this chapter so much I figured I better post it before I changed it again LOL.
Thank you for reading xoxoxox Much love Krissy
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By that time she was free to roam the house unchained and had fooled herself that they were lovers, it had been almost four and a half years. The concept of time was not lost on her, it was the reality that she couldn't see anymore. Lizzie and Dan, we far removed from her mind now, and what was left was filled with him and only him.
Laci opened the kitchen windows and the sliding glass door, it was a beautiful morning with a nice breeze and abundant sunshine. She turned up the iPod and started cleaning the bathroom after she finished that she would start on the kitchen. When Mac woke up she'd make breakfast for them and they'd decide what they were going to do for the rest of the day. It was just a normal day.
When Mac woke up and rolled over in bed the first thing he heard was the music, then her singing, it was Sublime, "Ball and Chain." Her sweet voice floated into the room, and he smiled, what a way to wake up.
"People listen up,
don't stand to close.
I got something that you all should know,
all the lies,
all the lies they told to me,
from a little part of history."
He knew she was close by, Laci walked around free sometimes, most times, she slept in his bed when he wanted her to, which was often and she never tried to run. Sometimes he chained her leg and sometimes he didn't, it just wasn't really necessary anymore. It had taken four years, and eighteen months in the basement, but she had come around finally.
The night before, he'd fucked her hard and fell asleep right after, never worried that she would run away. It just wouldn't happen, she was devoted to him now. In his own way, he was devoted to her too.
The house smelled clean, it was Saturday morning an she always got up early to do the laundry, she listened to music usually and his house was filled with something it had never had before.
Was it a woman's touch or a woman's heart that made it so different now?
'And lifes o.k.,
I don't feel no pain.
I don't have no time.
to listen to conflicting points of view.
it's a crazy world to live alone a ball and chain
I call my own."
Pulling his pants on he walked down the hallway and leaned on the door jam. He watched her dancing and singing as she cleaned for a few minutes, just enjoying the view. A smile crept across his lips and his eyes traveled over her body as she moved around oblivious to him standing there. She danced in time, swinging her hips like she was on a stage and her smile was an indication that she was enjoying herself, happy. He was happy, life was good.
"People listen up don't stand to close,
I've got somethin' that you all should know:
Holy matrimony's not for me,
I'd rather die alone in misery.
Because I was always taught boy meets girl,
Fall in love get married and forget the world.
Nine months later sweet baby's on the way.
Isn't that what they used to say?
When a girl you knew,
And the bonds that we grew,
Turned into a ball and chain, mmm.
I step into the great unknown,
A ball and chain I call my home."
Laci sang the words as she cleaned and Mac looked around, she had straightened up the living room and had laundry going in the washing machine. His place had never looked better. It had taken a long time, but she had become what he wanted, more than he had wanted. He crossed his arms and watched until she turned, still dancing, shaking her hips and singing. There were only a few bruises on her now, he didn't tie her down as punishment much anymore, she rarely needed punishing now; Laci had learned. But he did still tie her up when he wanted too for fun, she was and always would be his little fuck doll.
Overwhelmed by something he couldn't name he turned and walked back to the bedroom returning to his spot by the door with something in his hand.
"Ba Na, na, na, na, na, na, ba, na, na.." She turned, startled by him, "Oh," She stopped, "Hey...Good Morning."
"Having a good time?"
Her smile was real, and she nodded her head, "Always."
"Do you want to go out tonight?" He pushed off from the door jam.
"Yes!," Her eyes lit up and before he knew it she ran across the room and practically jumped into his arms. Laci placed her forehead on his and looked into his eyes, Mac could feel the joy radiating from her; he rarely took her out. This was a special occasion for her and she knew it.
Sometimes he took her to the cave when he cooked, if no one else would be around and once he took her to go look at a truck he wanted to buy a few towns over. But not very often, for obvious reasons.
They had their own little world right there in his house, where he was always the boss, but she knew no different now.
Laci pressed her lips to his, melting into his kisses, as his hands weaved down to her ass and pulled her against him. Mac was a dirty kisser and it never ceased to send goosebumps all over her, she could feel his cock growing against her leg. She brought her hands down over his hips to reach for him then realized he held something behind his back.
"What's this?" She reached back and he handed her a red dress.
"I got this for you, seems like a good time to give it to you, for tonight," She was already inspecting it and smelling it, checking for tags, like a jealous wife.
He ripped it out of her hand.
"It's brand fucking new what the fuck Laci!"
"Just checking," She ripped it back out of his hand.
"Easy," Was all he had to say and she stopped talking, "What are ya jealous, I spend all my time with you,"
"Except when you don't." She couldn't help but make that remark, even if he might backhand her. The truth was, she was terrified that one day he wouldn't come back, that something would happen to him and then what would happen to her?
"When I'm at work! You really think I have time to fuck anyone else, in case you didn't notice princess, keeping you in line is a full-time job."
She just scowled at him.
"Look I gotta go, be ready at seven, there's a pair of shoes in the bedroom, wear those too."
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Mac threw back the shot as Walter was eyeballing him from behind the bar and finally came over when Mac signaled for another shot. Some shit was going down today, it didn't look good at all. He had watched Mac come tearing in and as he walked by he tore down the latest missing flier that Dan had hung up there, wadded it into a ball and threw it in the garbage pail. Devon had seen it and sidled up next to Mac and ordered his own shot.
"Why you have such a stick up your ass over that flier anyway," Devon sneered, "The guy will just put another one up, five fuckin years he's been putting them up..."
"Mind ya business brother," Mac said without looking at him and took his next shot.
"You got that girl tied up in your basement or something?" Devon no sooner got the words out and Mac's fist cracked into his jaw.
"Shut the fuck up, and if you say one more nasty thing to my sister I'm going to end you," He snarled, "You got that?"
"She's my sister too!" He rubbed his hand across his face and backed away, "Maybe I'll send the cops your way, see what you're hiding out there."
Mac rolled his shoulders and got in Devon's face, "That would be the last thing you ever did," He grabbed him by the shirt, "Shut your fucking mouth and leave Reggie alone, you understand."
Devon understood, he had pushed too much and from that night on he changed his ways. Mac would kill him, he knew that without a doubt, whatever was going on was not his business, and he was staying out of it.
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The dress was flowing red, short and backless, with a string of gems holding it up and crisscrossing down the back. The neckline was plunging, where he had tattooed her was visible on her chest, but as she turned around in front of him he smiled. She was beautiful, marked as his and beautiful. Mine.
The look was finished with shoes to match, red spiked heels that she surprisingly had no problem walking in. He took her out for dinner to a place he knew that was out of the way and where most people around wouldn't have seen her picture. It was old news now, but that fuck head still posted a new flier every month god knows where all over the state.
It was risky to take her out in public, but he had been so blown away by seeing her dancing in his kitchen that he lost his mind momentarily. This was worth the risk, she was looking at him like he hung the moon now. They ate a nice dinner and had a few drinks, walked hand and hand to the truck where they stopped and kissed.
Just like a real couple, out for a night together, on a date.
They drank a little too much, laughed all the way home and luckily did not get pulled over; it would have been a hard price for him to pay for getting a romantic notion just because she was so happy in his kitchen that morning. He'd have to watch it from now on, letting her too close made him do dumb things. In the back of his mind, it gnawed at him like a rat eating through a bag of garbage; they were not a real couple and never would be.
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