Lisa was a five at best in life, and now she was unrecognizable. Mac had picked her up in his truck, as she was strolling for a John and had gotten what he wanted from her in the backseat. As always he used protection and left as little of his DNA behind on her body as possible. Still he would burn her out in the cave and dump her down the mineshaft, he'd done it before.
It was a clean solution and then he could just get back to living his life, until the urge hit again. Luckily the urge to kill was not constant in his life as it once had been, and he could control it, control himself.
That's why he never got caught, he took his time and always chose the loners and the disenfranchised sex workers that hung on the strip in Salt Lake City. The town was hella anti prostitution but even the Mormons couldn't stop it. It was an entity unto its own, and they just pretended it wasn't there. The pious religion, and it's accoutrements were no match for human nature and sex won every time eventually, it was almost the only thing that really motivated him, that and money.
After he was done with her he kicked the fuck out of her, and he knew it hurt. Those boots were brutal when he kicked with all his might. The steel had cracked her ribs, her face and it was freedom, for a while. He'd fucked her twice and was satisfied as much as he could be. It wasn't the same, what he had with Carina he'd not had before. Calm and contentment were not his companions on this night though.
After he had fucked Carina he'd felt something afterwards, at the time he thought it was just because he'd spent the greater part of his youth trying to nail her and he finally had. But it was peace, as if he had found where he belonged. It was almost spiritual, and because of that he was brutal with this girl he had picked up.
Later he drove past Regina's and Carina's car was gone. More than anything he wanted to go to her house and take her for his own. But he knew this was going to be a long con, Carina was not having his usual tricks and so far had been one step ahead of him since she blew back into town.
He had met his match it seemed, in more ways than one.
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"Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill."
A few nights later Mac was at the bar arguing with Devon over one of their drug deals as Walter looked on with impatience at both of them. Mac's mood was generally foul, and Devon never knew when to shut the fuck up. Their hostility benefitted Walter though, they were always trying to outdo each other in production and selling, so Walter never intervened. He just let them verbally abuse each other and come to blows, because it made him money.
Reggie was in the kitchen making a take out order for Carina when suddenly the atmosphere in the whole place stopped and Mac could feel her presence in the room even before he looked. It was as if the air got heavier, harder to breathe, and electric when she was near him.
Even Devon noticed, and he never paid attention to anything having to do with Mac's life unless it was about rock.
"I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
You're poison
I don't want to break these chains."
He forgot all about fighting with Devon as Carina approached. They hadn't seen each other in weeks, since he had followed her into the grocery store. Mac had been stalking of course, and mostly knew where she was all that time, but she didn't know that. He kept far enough away at those times so that she wouldn't feel the lust radiating off of him.
"Your order will be right out pretty girl," Walter announced and Carina nodded with a smile, Mac was already up in her personal space and touching her. Alice Cooper was playing on the jukebox and Carina turned back towards the bar to chat with Regina as she swatted his hands awaiy, and it did no good as his hands slid down over her ass.
"I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
You're poison
I don't want to break these chains."
"Come on dance with me…" He crooned into her ear like a lover would and she turned back.
"Yeah because that worked out so well last time…"
"It did, more than once," He raised his eyebrows to her.
"Stop…" She pushed his hands away as Reggie appeared with her bag of food. Carina smiled at her friend and took the bag.
"Long night ahead." Reggie asked, knowing she had some papers due for school, and an online study group later that night. It was dusk now, as she said her goodbyes to everyone and Mac followed her out to the parking lot.
She knew he was following her, and she put her food on the seat and turned around. Carina spun around just as he tapped her on the shoulder after she had put her food in the truck.
"What the fuck Mac? Can't you take n..."
He had her up against the door of her car in an instant, and before she could stop him his hands were under her shirt and his lips were on hers. He overwhelmed her in seconds, and she was his prisoner now.
Mac had pressed his entire body against her, pinning her to the side of the truck. The way he had her up against the side didn't leave any room between their bodies in front so it didn't matter, the closer the better with this one. He just accepted it.
His lips were on her neck, right where she liked it and Carina responded immediately, why did her knees get so weak over him? It was the eternal question, and unanswerable. Maybe this was why she never went with him before; she was so young, she might have become a slave to him and his cock never went to college and got away from the dusty old town.
Mac entwined his fingers in hers and pulled her arms up over her head then swiftly he crashed his mouth down on hers again shoving his tongue into her mouth brutally. Carina was in total sensory overload, she could feel the beat of the music coming out the door, and feel him against her, "You been working out?" He moaned as he slid his hands over her arms, "Thought you had a tight body before..."
She didn't fight him, the element of surprise had done just what he wanted it to do. He knew how to throw everything at a person and make them powerless to resist. It was a matter of the right time, right place.
"Don't you worry baby," He brought his lips to her ear and pushed the hair aside, "I'm gonna make it so good, I'm gonna make you see God."
Mac lifted her up, holding her by the legs as he sat her on the hood of her car, Carina didn't object and he was too busy pulling off her shorts, spreading her legs and ripping her panties off to care anyway. He shoved them into his back pocket and pressed against her, his dick was hard as a rock, and she felt herself wanting him again, even against her better judgement.
"Say you want it," He growled against her neck and bit her hard, "Say it."
"Yes, I want it," She repeated, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, making her moan, she had not forgotten what a dirty kisser he was; he fucked her mouth with his tongue and ran his hands all over her body, leaving trails of goosebumps everywhere he touched, "Give it to me..."
"You got it baby," He reached his hand down between then to loosen his buckle, "here it comes…" It was just dusk and if anyone came out they would be caught for sure. Neither of them cared at the moment.
Mac was just about to shuck down his pants when he felt her hand on his chest, …No…"
*no*
"Goddamn you!" Mac stopped and let her down off the car. He simply could not be his usual violent rapy self with her. It was dumbfounding and annoying, if she said no, then it was no.
Carina was flustered, she had almost fucked him in a public place, something that blew her mind and still had her excited at the same time. One thing was for sure, he made her feel so good and she didn't like it at all.
"No, goddamn you, that's two pairs of my underwear you fucking stole you creep…"
Mac pulled the ripped black lace out of his back pocket and dangled them from his finger with a smirk, "Want 'em back?" He drawled and Carina huffed and pulled on her shorts.
"Shut up." She answered with a toss of her head as she flounced over to the driver's side trying to avoid looking at the huge erection he had. She only had so much clarity to work with, he was hard to resist.
She pulled open the Range Rovers door, got in and left a trail of dust behind her as she peeled out of the parking lot.
Mac watched her go with a smile on his face knowing that he was wearing her down and soon she'd be begging for it.
It was just a matter of time.
