"A court is in session, a verdict is in.
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin.
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel,
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel.
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around,
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion.
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn."
My Own Prison by Creed
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They had been married about six months when Mac's downfall happened, and there was no going back. Just as he had been afraid of, if he picked up crank again, it would take over every part of his life.
He wanted her to play with him because he was all fucked up. He could go out and find some whore, which he sometimes did even if she didn't want to think about it, she knew deep down inside. But he wanted her, he always wanted her before anyone else.
"I said you're gonna do it," Mac turned back and yelled as she followed him through the house, while he searched for his cigarettes and booze, "We're married now, you gotta do as I say."
Lucy snickered at that, "Yeah like I ever have before, you married the wrong girl if that's what you want."
Ignoring Lucy for a minute Mac ran his hand through his hair as he stormed down the hallway, where the fuck were his cigarettes?
The radio played in the bedroom where she had been reading in her pajamas before he busted in wasted and horny.
Mac had come home fucked up and wired again and Lucy knew it was going to be a long night. She should have locked herself in the bedroom again, she knew how he got sometimes. Usually, he'd wreak the place, if it was a really bad night, try and break down the bedroom door, and eventually leave and do god knew what. Then he'd crawl into bed with her at dawn, once he came down, and wrap himself around her like a vine. Crisis averted, most times, but not this time.
"Come here," He demanded when he came back into the kitchen.
"The fuck I am, I'm not getting all cranked up with you."
"Yeah but you ain't got no fucking problem doing blow, you're a fuckin hypocrite," Mac growled and then he pushed her into the wall and he hadn't really meant to, it was rare for him to be rough with her like that. It happened sometimes but it was rare.
It had happened so fast too, Mac was walking away and into the kitchen and she'd been bitching him out, running her mouth as usual. He had wanted to smack her, but he didn't. He didn't hit her... but...It had been an accident, it really had been. He just didn't want to hear it and he needed a cigarette bad.
Tonight He wanted her to play with him, that was all. He wasn't tired and didn't want to sleep. He wanted to get more fucked up, get her fucked up and then fuck.
He laughed at his own joke.
But His arm went out automatically, got her in the stomach with a "whppmffff" and Lucy was against the wall, hit her head and slid down in a dizzy haze. She had bit her lip on the way down and blood dripped over her bottom lip. He was momentarily hypnotized by it, what would her blood taste like? He barely got time to lick his lips as he knelt down intending to take a taste when her head rolled on her shoulders a few times. It was a second or two before she was able to look up at him, and he leaned closer, she was almost knocked out cold. But she stirred and When her eyes focused on him standing there, holding the tin her face contorted in rage.
"You fuckin jerk off," She roared and then she was on her feet and plowing into him arms first. Surprisingly she caught him off guard and they landed on the couch. Mac was able to get the best of her in that position, even as she slapped at his face.
He held her hands over her head with one hand and climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs, with his other hand he popped the tin open and stuck his finger in the powder. Lucy closed her lips tight.
"Open," He commanded and she shook her head.
This was the boy who didn't ever want her to use drugs, who was afraid something would happen to her if she did, who warned her over and over and hid his own drug use from her for years.
This was the boy who took care of her when she got dosed years ago, who refused her advances because she was wasted. And now he was doing this doing this and she closed her eyes; that boy was gone now, replaced by this grown-up man she sometimes didn't like. But that she loved always.
He shoved his finger to her lips and forced it into her mouth rubbing the powder all over her gums and she bit his finger.
"Bitch,"
"Asshole."
"Now shut the Fuck up," He sat back on her legs then did the same to himself and waited for the surge to hit them both. In the meantime, he ran his hands up her stomach and over her breasts.
"Mac, stop it."
He was feeling the effects of the meth, but she wasn't, he hadn't given her enough, but was lucid enough to know to wait a minute before he gave her more. She was little and he couldn't give her as much as he took.
"Come on Lucy," He ran his lips over her neck and over her ear, "I wanna fuck," He shoved one hand down over her stomach and into her sleep pants.
"Stop Mac," She pushed his hands away, "I don't want to."
"Bull shit, you always want to," He laid flat on top of her and held her hands down, which wasn't an unfamiliar thing for them, he did that a lot in bed, "You haven't been able to stay off my cock since you were sixteen."
"Stop it," She looked up at him but it was like he didn't care, she knew that wasn't true, but he was being a first class dick now, "I said no."
"You're my wife, even if I can't claim you publicly, I claim you now." He was talking nonsense but to him, it made perfect sense and if she wasn't cooperating, he was going to take what he wanted. He dipped his finger back in the tin he had set on the table and shoved his finger back in her mouth. Another dose and she'd be fucking his brains out.
Then he took out his knife and cut the straps on her t-shirt and met her eyes as he sat up and straddled her again.
"You're my wife," He cut the bottom on her t-shirt and ripped it up the front, "If you won't get naked, I'll just take care of it myself," He did the same with her bra until she was exposed in front of him, "God damn those tits, Luce, I haven't been able to stop thinking about them since I was fourteen."
Then she was laughing, finally, the meth had hit the dopamine receptors in her brain, he'd have to remember that for next time, so he would know much to give her. The change that came over her was instantaneous her lips crashed into his and she pried his mouth open with hers and kissed him like her life depended on it. Lucy crawled across the couch and onto his lap grinding herself down on his cock and pulling his shirt over his head. She moved her hips against him and ran her lips over his neck insisting that she needed him so bad she couldn't stand it. Mac laid back and listened to "Pink Floyd" as Lucy climbed over his body taking what she wanted.
"I am just a new boy,
A stranger in this town.
Where are all the good times,
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman.
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl."
He had never seen her like this and he fucking liked it, she was hungry for it, desperate. She ripped at his pants trying to get them undone and it wasn't fast enough for her. Her soft hand found his hard throbbing cock in no time and he let out a growl as she brought her hand over it. His hands dug into her hair and his head rolled back on to the back of the couch.
Then she was sliding down onto the floor still grasping his cock.
"That's it, baby," He looked down at her as she licked and swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick then traveled down and back up. His eyes wanted to close but this was too good a show to miss, "Oh fuck yeah." Mac watched her sucking him off like he was paying her and it was all he could do not to blow his load right there.
"Will some woman in this desert land.
Make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock and roll refugee?
Oooh Babe set me free.
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman,
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl."
"Fuck that's good...I wanna cum on your tits!"
He pulled out, held her down on the couch and shot his load all over her chest, it wasn't the money shot, but close enough for Mac. Lucy wasn't the kind of girl you did that to anyway, this was just fine. He looked down at his cum over those gorgeous tits that he'd been so sure he would never even get to touch let alone mark as his that way.
"Get in the fuckin bedroom," He growled.
After that magnificent blowjob, Mac was fired up and pulling his clothes and boots off as they made their way down the hallway. He grabbed Lucy by the waist and picked her up when she was moving too slow, kicked the bedroom door open and tossed her on the bed.
"Get those off and outta my way," He laid down on the bed as she started to shuck off her pajamas,"Move it, Lucy, Bring that sweet stuff right over here."
Lucy complied and crawled across the bed to him and he lifted her up over his chest, "This what you want baby?" She said sweetly, all of the malice in her voice from before was gone now.
"Get up here and sit on my face," Mac instructed.
She gripped the headboard, "You're gonna cum all over my face baby so fuckin hang on to that," He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his face with each of her legs next to his ears. Mac held her there, his fingers digging into her hips.
He smacked her ass to let her know who was boss and began to move her hips with his hands.
"Jesus fucking Christ." She nearly screeched when she felt his lips on her. He pulled her down and spread her legs wide, sliding his tongue over her pussy until she was gripping the headboard in agony. Mac moved her hips nice and slow until she was sobbing and begging to cum, then spread her legs wider to bring it home.
Lucy broke into a million tiny pieces on his face with her hands gripping the headboard as he instructed and he drank her up before pushing her onto her back and slamming into her hard.
"Oh, fuck me, good baby," She moaned as he kissed down her neck and touched her gently there. A woman's neck was a beautiful sight to him and he always touched and kissed there.
His hand slid up to her throat, just one hand; he didn't want to hurt her but the sight of his fingers on her neck sent fire through his blood. Lucy reached her hand up to his, he was sure she'd push it away, and he would stop then, but he would see it for a moment, it would be enough. Instead, she placed her hand over his and squeezed down on it, letting him know how much she could take, how much she wanted, how far she would let him go.
Mac watched his hands, his fingers danced over her throat and her eyes closed, she trusted him. He brought his other hand up and fucked her hard, he remembered doing it to that girl, how hard he got off that time and he could feel it rushing at him again. Lucy was moaning and he could tell she was almost there, he squeezed just a little bit harder and she was exploding all around his cock. He came seconds later, harder than ever before as he took his hand away from her throat and rode the wave with her. Already there were fingerprints forming on her skin, as she caught her breath under him and he smiled as he watched the purple marks come into view.
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AN- OK so in this chapter while I was writing this, I wondered who was the one in prison?