Eddie fell asleep during the movie. Mac wanted to wake her, but just this once he decided to let her sleep. He shut the T.V off and threw the remote away from him, hearing it clatter to the floor. The girl didn't weigh much, and it was easy for him to gather up the dead weight of her sleeping body and carry her into his bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress and shut off the light before crawling in beside her.
Her breathing was easy and rhythmic, the sound of the percocets working their magic. Mac felt a slight buzz as well but it was the dreamy kind, when you take just enough to feel like you're covered in a nice blanket and that everyone is your friend. He wasn't itchy or faded, just satisfied the night had turned out the way it had. After throwing his arm around her waist and dragging her tight up against him, he slept.
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When Mac woke up alone in the pale blue light of morning, he rolled back over. The girl didn't have a car so he wasn't worried. She had probably gotten up to get more painkillers or maybe watch T.V on the couch. He was going to sleep for a few more hours and then have her make him something to eat. Or maybe they would go out, he thought, as he yawned and dug his face back into the pillow. It was Sunday, which meant fried chicken down at the bar, and it would be good to have everyone see her with him again. He wanted whoever hadn't heard about his stunt at last nights party to know she was once again off limits.
Except he couldn't fall back asleep. Something was bothering him; something wasn't right. He realized he couldn't hear her. In fact, there was no noise coming from anywhere in the house. The T.V wasn't on, the shower wasn't running…Mac shot out of bed, suddenly fully awake, and yanked on a random pair of pants he found crumpled on the floor. He moved through all the rooms of the house, checking each one carefully until he arrived in the living room. Sure enough, her pile of clothes was missing from the bathroom floor, and the pills she hadn't eaten were gone.
"little bitch" Mac sneered, grabbing his pack of smokes off the table and heading for the front door. He swung it open and was instantly hit with a blast of cold morning air, making him physically recoiled as if punched. It had been a long time since he had been up this early, and he had forgotten just how cold the desert got at night. The sun hadn't fully risen yet, the sky only just beginning to lighten, so the temperature was still low. Cursing her again, Mac reached back into his house and grabbed a jacket, throwing it over his naked chest but not bothering with the zipper.
On the way down the steps he spotted the tracks her size seven converse sneakers had left in the dust. He furrowed his brow down and followed them, wondering what she could have possibly left in his truck...When he realized what she had done he hollered loud enough to send the birds fleeing from the nearby trees and bushes. The little bitch had taken his keys.
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Edith could hear the roar of his truck gaining on her. She had figured he'd be able to hot wire the thing, but it was all she could come up with. She wasn't stupid enough to do any kind of lasting damage to the truck. Mac would have surely killed her if she had done anything to the engine, not that she would have any idea how to fuck with it anyways. Glancing around, she chose a dune to hide behind and scampered over it. When his truck slowed down to a crawl and then stopped though, she knew the jig was up.
"kin see yer footprints Eddie" He called out to her. "don' make me git outta this truck"
Sighing, she went towards him, climbing back over the sandy dune and standing by the edge of the road with her arms crossed.
"well ya guna get in er what?"
Edith looked in the directions she had been walking towards town. She knew it was miles, having been made to walk it before, so she might as well let him give her a ride home. Sighing again, knowing she looked fucking terrible, she ducked her head and cut around the back of his truck to the passenger side. When she climbed in she kept her face turned away from him, trying to hide the damage. It was then that she noticed what he'd done to the inside handle.
"oh ya like that sweetheart?" he sneered at her as he whipped the truck back around. "i did that just fer you"
"What?" she reached for it as if it could still release her, yanking on it although it was clear he had twisted it off of its hinge. "What the fuck Mac? take me home!"
"why?"
Edith opened her mouth but then shut it. She didn't have a good answer for that one. She was currently living in a pay by the week motel room that was in the same lot as the bar. There wasn't anything to rush back to, she had just wanted to spare herself the pain of having him brutally kick her out again.
"i guess, i just figured -"
"ya dont get ta just sneak off" he grunted. "'specially not after i was so nice ta ya"
He drove them back to his house.
"gimme the keys"
"they're in your mailbox Mac, i didn't take them" she huffed out.
"well why'd you hide 'em at all?" he scoffed. "tryin' ta piss me off? cause yer doing a great fuckin' job"
She stone faced him, not flinching at his voice in the slightest. The adrenaline from the night before had long worn off, replaced only with exhaustion. She didn't want to argue with him. Instead so went back into his house and headed towards what counted for a kitchen. Mac watched her go, bringing his thumb up to absentmindedly chew at the edge of his thumb nail. After a moment, and a quick trip to the mailbox to retrieve his keys, he followed her inside.
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Twenty minutes later they were back on the couch; a cup of what Mac had insisted was coffee in Ediths hands, and a cigarette between his lips.
"so how long do you want me to stay here?" she asked, bringing the scalding mug of bitter black liquid up to her lips. She wasn't really expecting him to have an answer, she just needed to figure out a way to make him see that it was outrageous, the idea of not letting her leave.
"dunno," he replied without turning to look at her. "a while i guess. Ya owe me fer savin' yer ass"
Edith closed her eyes as she swallowed, the 'coffee' burning her throat all the way down. She was trying to remember the things he had said last night in the bathroom. Had he been kind? or had he just not been a total asshole? She couldn't remember. It was like the steam from the bathroom had clouded her very memory; everything was covered in a thick haze.
"so what do you want then?" she coughed, leaning forward to set the undrinkable sludge down on the table in front of her. "that shits awful by the way"
He watched her from behind a thin wall of smoke. Her face looked worse today, but he had known to expect as much. The swelling had gone down slightly but the bruising was becoming magnificent. Her left temple was beginning to look like a nebula, a beautiful tie-dye of green, yellow and reddish purple. Suddenly, an idea came to him.
"be my slave for a week"
She snorted in laughter and then immediately winced, touching her face protectively.
"deserved that" he grumbled, reaching out to extinguish his cigarette in her full cup of coffee. "and ya didn't let me finish"
She watched the filter of his Marlboro bob up and down in the center of her mug. Finally, but only after he'd cleared his throat to get her attention, she brought her eyes up to his and raised her brows so that he would go on.
"live with me for a week and do my shit for me."
Her eyebrows went from annoyed to confused, twisting up and making her eyes squint.
"i'm not cooking meth for you Mac"
That actually made him laugh out loud, a rare phenomenon, and he snickered for a few moments behind his hand before he was able to get a hold of himself. He didn't realize it but everytime he chuckled or did anything even remotely similar to smiling, he always brought his hand up as a shield. Edith wondered why he couldn't ever just be happy.
"yeah no shit Ed" he laughed, "ya'd kill us both within seconds if i let ya near that table"
Unsure whether or not she should be offended, she stayed quiet so that he would continue.
"no, i mean, do my shit here for me"
"what? like cook and clean?"
"among other things, yeah"
Her eyes narrowed at that.
"what other things?"
"use yer imagination sweetheart" he said in a fake, sweet, voice. "yer a smart girl, aint cha?"
He slammed his hand down on her knee, making her startle, and laughed again at the squeak she made.
"i'll even go to the store and get the shit you need" he told her, rising to his feet. "you wanna come and show off your new look?"
She scowled up at him and he took pity on her. As much pity as he could at least. He didn't care if she was happy, not really, he just didn't want to let anyone else have her. He was like a child that wouldn't share his toy, only becoming interested in it again because someone else had tried to take it.
"painkillers are in the top drawer" he said pointing towards his room. "help yerself but stay in this fuckin' house. i'll be back in an hour"
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Edith listened to his truck speed away. After stealing a few more of the pills he had told her about, taking only one this time so she didn't get all foggy and pocketing the rest, she went to the front door to slip her shoes back on. 'screw him' she thought to herself, smoothing her hands over her hair and pulling it up into a messy bun. 'I'm not fucking staying here'
Except when she got to the front door she couldn't find her shoes. She knew she had left them right here after she'd come back inside, remembering the way he had kicked them aside so he wouldn't trip on them, but now they were gone. It only took her a second to realize he had swiped them so she wouldn't leave on foot again. Joke was on him though, she'd happily rip her soles to shreds if it meant getting away from this guy. Her ire had been building all morning, and he'd only fanned the flames when he'd carted her ass back here.
Using her anger as momentum, she pulled open the wood door and prepared to push through the flimsy screen one beyond it. As soon as she did though, a gigantic force hit it, effectively knocking her backwards and onto her ass.
Mac's dog, Duke, the one usually locked up in his run, was digging frantically at the edge of the screen door. It wasn't latched to anything, and had the dog had thumbs he would already be in the house with her, no doubt with its jaws attached to her neck. Duke wanted in. He was barking and the spit from his mouth was hitting her ankle. She kicked the heavier, wooden door shut just as he got his snout inside, making him whimper and draw back. Once his head was removed she could force it back closed, and even though the dog couldn't possibly open it now, she still threw the lock on it when she got to her feet.
"FUCK!" she roared, kicking the door for good measure and instantly regretting it.
To console herself, she took two more of the pills and retreated back to the couch. It wasn't worth getting mauled by that stupid mutt. She would just have to be patient and make her escape once Mac re-kenneled him. Why the fuck was he even insisting she stay ? Wasn't this the same guy who humiliated her by imitating the way she had moaned for him in front of the entire bar not 4 nights ago? The one who had refused to even look at her, much less hear what she had to say? She huffed, sinking further into the couch and letting the pills melt her stress away. By the time Mac returned it was well past the hour mark, and Edith had fallen asleep in front of the T.V.
She awoke to the sound of banging and yelling. Confused, she got to her feet and pressed her palm against her forehead. When she looked around and realized where she was, she remembered how she had locked the door against the dog. Moving slow, in no hurry to let the man in, she went to the front door and pulled the lock free.
"Are you fucking kiddin me?!" Mac roared once he had gotten inside. "lockin' me outta my own fuckin' house?"
His arms were laden with plastic bags so he used his foot to slam the door shut behind him.
"stealing my shoes?" she countered, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
That made him smirk, the anger leaving his face and instead being replaced with a weird sort of light in his eyes. He dropped the bags at his feet and grabbed her by the elbow, dragging her with him over to a front window and forcing her in front of it. He brought a thick, stubby finger up to point where he wanted her to look, and Eddie followed his instruction to see Duke chewing on what remained of her sneakers.
"darn" Mac said sarcastically, retreating away from her to go back to the groceries. "how'd that happen?"
Edith sighed, leaning her forehead against the grimey glass of the window and shutting her last time she had been in this house, he had physically drug her out the front door and thrown her out on her ass. It had been a throw too, a simple shove she could maybe forgive, but she had cleared all the steps and landed hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Then, while she lay there recovering, she had heard him slam the door and turn the lock. It had been a mean, unforgiving sound, and the memory of it lit a fire in her that she had no intention of smothering.
"fuck you asshole!" she screamed suddenly, turning and racing towards him, her hands curled into fists that she used to beat at his back. "i fucking hate you!"
"well i hate you too!" he yelled back, hunching slightly and using his shoulders to protect his face. Her punches didn't hurt, he was just annoyed that she would even try. "git the fuck offa me!"
He spun, his arm cracking like a whip and smacking her across the face. She went down hard after that, fresh blood seeping from her nose and her body landing in an awkward pile. Mac rolled his eyes, nudging her with the toe of his boot to try and rouse her, but she was out cold.
"goddammit" he grumbled to himself.
He sighed, crouching down to gather her up and then carrying her into his bedroom. He flopped her down in the bed, not bothering to clean her up or stop the bleeding, and then returned to the foyer to get the groceries. He wanted it to be like before, when she would just hang out with him and do whatever he said. This was a version of her he wasn't used to, and while he didn't totally hate it, kind of enjoying having someone to rough house with, he was getting a little tired of having to fight her tooth and nail over every single fucking thing.
He knew she was mad, that was obvious enough, but he wondered how long she would keep it up. The shift had already occured in him. He wanted her again, for whatever fucking reason, and her butthurt feelings weren't about to discourage him. In a huff, he put the groceries away and made himself some lunch. Then, when the girl still hadn't woken up, he went back to the bedroom and stood over her.
Mac had his head cocked like a dog who was curious about something, watching her breathe in and out. He reached down and lifted her wrist, holding it between his thumb and forefinger and then dropping it to see if it would rouse her. When it didn't, he let a wicked grin spread over his face. He had an idea.
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Edith groaned in her sleep. She was having the most intense dream, one where a warm wave was lapping between her legs, and she shifted her body to try and bear down on it. The wave moved into her, flicking against her as if it were made of muscle instead of water, and the groan turned into a moan. It was then that her eyes shot open. She tried to sit up but discovered she was unable to. The fucker had tied her to the bed, and the 'wave' she had felt and tried to scoot closer to, was his tongue.
Mac chuckled from between her legs and didn't let up when she began to kick. If anything, it only served to egg him on. He ignored the way she yelled at him, concentrating on what he was doing and slowly pushing two thick fingers inside her. Eventually she stopped fighting and started grinding against his face. Now it was his turn to moan; he fucking loved when she did that. Most girls he was with were either too eager, something that pissed him right the fuck off, or too self-conscious to be any real fun. Eddie was a good median. She acted like she didn't want it but secretly she was a freak. All he had to do was coax it out of her. It was like charging a car battery; once he had her going, he was confident she could sustain the lust herself.
"you like that you little bitch?" he asked her, crawling up her body and holding himself there above her. The veins in his arms were like cords as he supported his weight. There wasn't an ounce of him that was unaccounted for - it was all lashed together into one complete muscle.
"i've had better" she said breathlessly, raising one eyebrow in an attempt to tease him. "you're definitely in the top five though"
He scowled at her, knowing what she was doing, and decided to oblige her.
"oh yeah?" he asked, fisting his dick into his hand and rubbing the tip of it up and down her soaked pussy lips. "you sure 'bout that sweetheart"
She nodded but had her eyes closed now, trying to gyrate her hips against him, trying to draw him farther into her.
"you wan' me to stop?"
Edith shook her head furiously, her hips moving quicker now, desperate for the contact. He sat back on his heels, dick still in his hand, and listened to her groan in frustration.
"goddammit Mac"
"you aint been a good girl at all Eddie" he whispered as he leaned back over her. "what makes you think you deserve this?"
She was panting now. He had brought her right up to the edge with his mouth, and now he was going to make her beg for it. To her credit, she screwed her lips shut in refusal and wrapped her hands around the rope holding each wrist, pulling and trying to free herself. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing the desperation in her voice.
"aint gunna work" he told her, reaching down to press his thumb against her clit to get her attention again. "only one way this is gunna go darlin'"
She practically screamed in frustration, shaking her entire body and rattling the very frame of the bed. Mac snickered at her attempts, using his hand to jerk himself off right outside of her pussy, letting his knuckles knock against swollen, sensitive clit.
"just ask nice an ill let you have it" he growled at her. "don't you wan-"
"fine!" she yelled at him, cutting him off. She needed him to stop talking and just finish it. "i want you to fuck me! now just shut up and do it!"
He slammed into her then, sending the breath rushing out of her and beginning a relentless pace so she couldn't get it back. Her Body jolted beneath him, and she had to brace herself against the headboard to keep her head from bashing into it.
"now that wasn't nice" he told her roughly, moving his hands down to grip her hip bones as hard as he could. He drug her lower half up off the bed and into his lap. "why ya gada be such a fucking bitch"
She didn't answer, probably wouldn't be able to even if she tried, but he wasn't interested in making her talk anymore. Now he wanted to punish her. She was gasping, trying to dig her heels into the bed to push away from him, but he used his hold on her to practically bend her in half. Eddie grunted in discomfort and tried to twist away from him but it was useless, she was trapped.
"there ya go ya fuckin' cunt" Mac breathed out, hitting his hips against hers as hard as he could. "that's what ya wanted right?"
The girl was whimpering beneath him, obviously unable to find any pleasure in his treatment, but that was what she got for being so fucking difficult. Eventually though, mostly because he wanted to feel the way her pussy clenched around him when she came, Mac eased up and unfolded her, pressing the rough pad of thumb against her clit. The switch wasn't instant but it didn't take long, and soon Eddie was matching his thrusts with the snap of her hips.
He groaned and buried his face in her neck, sucking as much skin as he could into his open mouth and gently biting down on it. Her body contracted at the sensation of him holding her there in his teeth, and he felt her belly start to tremble.
"like that huh?" he asked as he released her from his jaws, his voice husky and thick with lust. "you guna be a good girl if i let you cum?"
She nodded frantically, and then slammed her head back against the bed, her movements becoming jerky and irregular. He used one hand to ruck her shirt up over her tits, and since she didn't have a bra on, it was easy to latch onto her nipple and start sucking and lapping at it. She came undone at that, spasming hard when he applied the slightest pressure with his teeth and then used his tongue to flick back and forth.
The force of her orgasm had her muscles squeezing him like a vice, and it didn't take long for him to follow her into oblivion. When Mac came to, the girl was still beneath him, her body jostling from side to side as she tried to free herself from his weight.
"goddamn!" he said triumphantly, rising up off of her and sitting on the edge of the bed. He retrieved his pack of smokes from his discarded jeans on the floor and lit on before glancing casually back to her. "suppose ya want me ta cut ya loose"
"if it's not too much trouble" she responded, arching her back in an attempt to stretch.
He scoffed at her boldness, a dry bark of a laugh, as he eyed her carefully over his shoulder. Maybe that punch to the head Mikey had given her had knocked something loose; she had never had the gall to talk back to him before.
"only cause i want my dinner" he said dropping the cig in the ashtray by his bed and moving to untie the knots. Her struggles had made them tighter of course, but it wasn't like Mac wasn't ready for that, he was used to this next step. When he pulled his knife up to cut her free though, something happened that caught his eye.
Not much interested him except for things he could get off on. The meant drugs, pussy and booze. He didn't care about people if he couldn't use them to his advantage, and he certainly didn't care about anyone's preferences or personality. If he couldn't fuck it or use it in someway to procure drugs, then he didn't even notice it, it was fucking boring. So when the female he had tied down on the bed in front of him visibly shivered at the sound of his knife flicking open, no one was more shocked than him at what came next.
He stopped.
He was holding the knife in front of him, watching her as she lay still. She had her eyes shut as she waited, her face towards the ceiling. Nothing had changed and yet something was different, something he couldn't quite name but recognized somehow just the same. Experimenting, he closed the knife and then snapped his wrist the way he had done a thousand times before, the ritual so constant he hardly even noticed it anymore. The knife felt like an extension of his hand when he held it, and the blade coming out was just him drawing his claws.
Except Eddie reacted. She didn't open her eyes or start to freak out though. No, this was new, this was something he hadn't seen before. He repeated the process, flicking the knife open and watching the girl fucking shiver in pleasure at the sound of it. He waited until she opened her eyes and turned to face him before starting to chuckle.
"what? do you like that?" he asked, half amazed and half mocking; all dickhead who couldn't wait to rub it in her face. "that turn you on sweetheart?"
"no" she said too quickly, obviously lying. "just do it already, c'mon"
But it was too late of course. He had seen the way her body responded to the noise, and he couldn't wait to have some fun with it.
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Thank you Aly for the comment on the first chapter! I posted this for you otherwise I think I'd be too discouraged . If you leave love it really helps! Otherwise my anxiety just tells me it's awful. Cheers