A/N: It's been a while since I've updated this and for that I apologize, a lot has been happening since I last posted and I needed to get my head together before I could work on this any further. My hope is to have this completed in another chapter (maybe two). Anyway, let me know what you think on your way out.
Chapter 6
It seems like a lifetime ago when I finally learned what my name was but neither Mac nor I were able to find confirmation of that name in the house that James and I had been living in. To this day neither of us actually use it, if anything I'm referred to more as a piece of property with limited freedoms and Mac…well Mac detests the idea of someone staking a claim on him. The most I can get away with is calling him my personal Satan or my beast (you get the picture) and even that is pushing it. The whores that he fucks regularly have a running joke that I watched too much Beauty and the Beast when I was kid and that I was trying to break of him of his murderous ways.
Truth be told it was (kind of) the other way around and quite possibly drifted to the more demented side. Yes, Mac had a more beastly side to him but what no one knew was that between the two of us, Mac was the tamer one. Since we took care of James, Mac has been "grooming" me. In the beginning, we'd go out together to these obscure hole-in-the-wall bars and he would pick out the one he wanted, we'd take 'em out to the caves, have our fun and be done with 'em. He said he didn't care if they were young or old, fat or skinny, blonde or brunette. All he cared about was satisfying his lust for blood. Lately though, my blood lust has become increasingly difficult to satiate.
Tonight was no different as we entered a new place.
"You already have one picked out, don't you?" I asked, feeling his eyes scan the room after taking a seat somewhere near the back of the bar.
"You're hiding something."
"What makes you say that?"
"Told ya to meet me in the caves at 5, you don't show up until almost 5:30; you don't answer your phone when I call, Walter don't know where you run off too. You're hiding something."
Before I could respond, a rather busty woman poured her tits onto our table. It shouldn't have surprised me that Mac took to her so quickly but then again I am grateful that Ms. Huge Tits showed up when she did (no more questions for now). Rolling my eyes I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms in front of my chest and watched the debacle that was unfolding before me. She openly poured her soul out to this raving lunatic and he only sat there, feigning interest. The more she droned on about some pathetic detail in her life the more irritated I got; if Mac didn't do something with her soon then I would.
"Mac," he barely tore his eyes away from the bitch he was entertaining to offer me a glance, "keys."
"Ain't gonna happen."
"Then buy me a drink."
A low, almost inaudible growl escaped from his throat but he complied with my request knowing that his outburst would cost us our newest playmate. Whatshername gave Mac a sympathetic look, produced a small notepad and scribbled down his Jack and Coke along with my Long Island. She laid a hand on his shoulder with a promise to return in a bit with a couple of water glasses; she then shot me a filthy look and sauntered off, swaying her hips in what she hoped to be a seductive manner.
"You got a stiff dick to sit on tonight or something?"
"Just yours."
"Where were you?"
"Busy."
"Tell me."
"Get this one in the truck and I'll show you."
Before Mac could reply our server returned with a tray loaded with drinks; she had no problems setting down the water cups or handing him his Jack and Coke but suddenly developed butterfingers when she "tripped" over her own feet and my Long Island "slipped" from hand, spilling alcohol down the front of my shirt and drenching my skin from the neck down. She put out a sugary sweet apology of sorts exclaiming that a sudden wave of dizziness had hit her out of nowhere. I could hear Mac snickering and audibly telling her I probably deserved it for making us late tonight.
To say that I was pissed was understatement and I would ensure that she pay for her mistake later tonight. Getting up from my seat, I stalked towards the bathroom to get the alcohol and soda mixture off of me before it dried. Pushing the door open to the bathroom I found it to be mostly empty, there was one stall that was occupied and someone pulling paper towels out of the hanger to dry their hands (she left shortly thereafter muttering that I must've been too shit-faced to find my mouth). Turning the faucets on I proceeded to pull a couple of paper towels out and pump as much soap onto them as I could.
As I was trying to get cleaned up, the toilet from the occupied stall flushed and the latch on the door released for the occupant to step out. She stood next to me at the only remaining sink, watching as I tried to scrub the alcohol out of my shirt.
"Another victim to Jen's 'butterfingers,' huh? Must be here with your boyfriend or something, right?"
"Not exactly my boyfriend but yeah, whatshername magically developed butterfingers."
"Better not stay in here too long if your man is out there, Jen's got a reputation for taking other women's men while they're in here getting cleaned up. I keep telling her one of these days she's gonna try to sink her claws into the wrong man and his woman ain't gonna stand for it. I would not be surprised if something were to happen to her. Oh, by the way, you're supposed to use cold water to get alcohol out of your clothes, not warm."
With that, she quickly turned the faucets off and dried her hands, leaving me to stand in front of the mirror with a faint bubble of a thought beginning to grow in the dark recesses of my mind. No doubt Mac was a big boy and could take care of himself but that doesn't mean I can't be a little possessive of him.
Having got as much liquor off my shirt as I could (figuring I'd change once we got to the caves or just rip it off when we got in the truck) I squared my shoulders back and exited the bathroom expecting to see Mac up to his old tricks. Sure enough, when I got a view of our table, she was sitting across from him (in my seat) and he was charming the panties off her. Rather than reacting in the manner I knew she was expecting, I made my way back over to the table and seated myself right into Mac's lap, throwing an over his shoulder for added emphasis (naturally it didn't faze him).
"Is this the one you want tonight?"
"Gotta problem with it?"
"Nope, I know you'll fuck who you want, when you want. Gonna make me sit in the corner and watch again?"
"What's your name again?" he asked, directing the question to our guest, his fingers teasing along the waist of my jeans.
"Jen and just so you know, I'm only interested in men."
"Well, Jen, it doesn't matter what you're interested in, it only matters what Mac is interested in. You want this kinky fucker's dick you gotta play by his rules and be prepared, he likes it rough."
She smirked, lifting her head with a glint in her eye, "I like it rough."
"How rough? How far have you let someone go with you?" he asked, making sure Jen saw him slip his fingers inside my jeans. Admittedly, I had a difficult time suppressing the moan that escaped when his teeth snagged my ear.
"There was this guy a couple weeks ago, I let him use one of my scarves to tie me to the bed and used a paddle on my ass."
"Mac, I don't think she can handle you, hell she's probably never had a cock like yours either. Probably only ever handled a bunch of baby dicks."
"That's not true!" she protested loudly, banging her fist on the table.
"She's got spirit, gotta give her that; I like 'em with a bit of fire. Get in the truck."
"Get your fingers outta my pussy and I will."
"Look you two, I like a bit of kink every now and then but I've never had a three-way before. I don't-"
"No one said anything about a three-way, Jen. Mac likes to make me suffer, likes to make me sit in a corner to watch him slide his dick into some gutter whore and I'm not allowed to touch myself or nothing."
Before I could go any further into what was going to be a full-blown tirade, Mac's free hand clamped my lips shut, silencing me instantly.
"I'll keep my fingers where I want, 'sides I wasn't talking to you," he answered, taking his hand away from my mouth and turning his attention to Jen, "you wanna know how a real man fucks then get in the truck."
"My shift isn't over for another hour."
I could feel the low growl vibrate within his chest before I heard it; he didn't wanna wait for another hour to pass by, he wanted his new play thing now. The side of his face and neck were steadily growing red the longer he had to wait and I knew he wasn't gonna let this one go.
"Mac, we did come here for dinner maybe if we grab something to eat the next hour will be up before we know it. Besides, wasn't there something you needed to talk to me about anyway? May as well get that cleared up before we head home."
I'm not sure if my attempt to distract him worked or not, all I know was that an (uncalled for) orgasm hit me out of nowhere and my fingernails were biting hard into the back of his chair. I tried my best to hide my face in his neck so that Whatshername wouldn't see but Mac's teeth found my ear.
Let's just say this man knows how to play me like a well-tuned violin.
"If you can do that with just your fingers, I can't wait to see what you can do with that cock."
"You should see what that wicked tongue can do first. Some days I'd rather take a good tongue lashing than a dick." I mused, feeling Mac's chest vibrate as he let out an evil chuckle.
"I suppose we could hang around until you get off. Get us a couple of burgers and if you're quick about it I'll throw in an extra twenty bucks for a tip. Me and the ole lady here got some shit to talk about so get going."
Jen took off with a giggle and quickly hopped to it; I reluctantly traded my seat on Mac's lap for the chair and waited until she was out of site before giving Mac the opportunity to tear me a new one.
"Where the fuck were you? I swear ya fucking lie to me once and I'll slit your goddamn throat right here."
"I was at home, in the basement working on something just for you. Walter told me today was your birthday and I got you a little something. The damn thing was giving me some problems and I ended up being late. I had my phone in the bedroom, on the charger so I never heard it otherwise I would've answered it."
"We take care of her and we're going straight home, if you're lying-"
"I'm not, Mac I have no reason to lie to you. You're like a fucking human lie detector, you know when someone's lying the minute they open their mouths."
"I hate surprises." He grumbled, picking up his drink and finally taking his first sip.
"I know but I think you'll like this one. You've never had a proper birthday or birthday present so-"
"Today's your birthday?! Oh, you have to let me do something for you! It won't be much but I can get your burger and drink for free, ya know, employee discount."
I hate this preppy tramp! Why won't he just slit her fucking throat here and now?!
Her hands were laden down with plates, condiment bottles, and another tray of drinks. Mac's dinner was presented to him as if he were royalty and she was doing everything within her power to exceed his expectations to earn that extra twenty.
Mine?
Mine clattered to the table with an obnoxious sound that instantly had my eye twitching and was sending my blood pressure back up with the lack of customer service she was dishing out.
"Everything look alright? Can I get you anything else, birthday boy?"
"Nah, but you can take her shit back and have 'em remake it; that shit's fucking raw. I wouldn't even feed it to my damn dog. 'Cause I know you did that fucking shit on purpose you ain't getting no fucking tip. Matter of fact, keep your damn employee discount, we're getting the fuck outta this shit hole! Let's fucking go!"
I knew bringing up the fact that today was his birthday would make him irritated but I didn't mean to say it so loud that Whatshername heard it; there was no way he was taking her back to the caves tonight, if anything I was probably gonna be chained up to that wall and have my throat slit after he was doing fucking me. I sighed inwardly as I resigned to the fact that tonight may be my last night alive and followed him out to the truck.
Mac already had the truck started by the time I made it outside; swallowing thickly I reached out and wrenched the door open to climb inside. Once the door was slammed shut, the tires slid along the gravel drive before hitting the pavement to head back to the town we called home. We were a little more than half way there before he spoke, breaking the silence.
"Didn't want her anyway, just wanted to see how you'd react."
"I fucked up too many times tonight, you don't have to tell me what you're gonna do to me, you don't have to tell me if you're gonna make me suffer, just don't-"
"The fuck are you talking about? Did that fucking whore put some shit in your drink?"
"I know you're gonna take me out to the caves; you're gonna put me on the wall, fuck me six ways to Sunday, then slit my fucking throat. You're gonna wrap me up in a tarp and throw my body over the side of one of the canyons. I made us late for dinner tonight, I made you call Walter to try and find me, I cost you your newest playmate, I found out personal details you didn't want me to know about. Let's face it, you're gonna kill me ten times over before you're satisfied that I'm dead."
"If I was gonna kill ya, don't you think I would've done it by now? 'Sides, ya told me ya had something for me at the house, kinda like to see it before I decide whether or not to kill ya." He offered me a rare smirk that he called a smile and turned down the gravel road leading to the house.
"If you make this worth the trouble of being late, I'll forgive ya otherwise ya know what's gonna happen."
He shut the truck off and killed the lights; I took off for the front door as he walked around to the side of the house to turn the generator on. Not too far off, maybe a few feet away, his poor excuse for a dog began barking its head off, circling around in its pen hoping for some kind of attention. I heard Mac muttering about that "stupid fucking animal" before he dipped out of sight to get it something to eat.
Opening the front door, I was hit with a blast of hot, humid air and the sounds of muffled screaming. Flipping a few of the lights on, I headed into the bathroom to find the bottle of ammonia and muriatic acid.
"You brought someone home? You know the rules, always in the caves."
"I know the rules, but you were working out there today and I didn't wanna spoil the surprise and risk having you see her before I was ready for you to. I'm gonna put these in the truck if you wanna have a look-see at who I brought home."
"I already saw who it was, how the fuck did you talk her into coming here?"
"It was easy, I told her that I wanted to surprise you when you got home tonight, that you've been seriously considering a threesome and that you didn't want just some common whore; that you wanted someone with a few kinks. She took me back to her apartment and showed me what she kept in her drawers and I gotta admit, some of the stuff she has I wouldn't mind you using on me if I live to see tomorrow. I used the chloroform and one of your rags once she was back in the car; I didn't want her knowing where I was taking her. When I got her back to the house, I told her that I'd be back in a little bit with you and when she heard us up here to start acting like one our other playmates. She always wanted to be an actress, ya know."
"This whole thing was a set-up? She don't know what's really gonna happen?"
"I know you've had your eye on her for a while, just thought I'd take some initiative and get the ball rolling. I know it's not how you do things but I wanted to try, just this once. I promise, if I live through tonight, it won't happen again."
"You're making me love you," he smirked, grabbing the sides of my face to draw me in for a bruising kiss, "you get the truck packed up and wait for me out there, I'm gonna get our guest of honor."
Mac turned on his heel and left the confines of the bathroom, leaving me a little stunned and speechless. His heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the house, even more so when they hit each wooden step on the way down to the basement. Her muffled screams went silent as the tones of Mac's voice filled the air, his gruff voice nearly going hoarse each time he screamed at her. Finally, the unquestionable crack of flesh against flesh echoed through the air vents. Mac was in no mood to play games tonight.
Putting my ass in gear, I finished placing our supplies into the crate and hurried outside knowing that Mac wanted me out there before he slung her limp body into the bed of the truck. I had barely made it outside before Mac was hot on my heels with his birthday gift over his shoulder. He had barely set her on her feet when his fist began to pummel against her face (I counted seven strikes before she was knocked out).
Climbing into the passenger side of the truck I slammed the door shut and watched through the back window as Mac slammed the back of her head into the metal of the bed a couple of times; once he was satisfied that she wasn't gonna wake up for at least the next hour or two, he tied her hands in front of her chest and shoved a bag over her head (just in case). He stalked to the driver's side of the truck and climbed in, shoving the key into the ignition.
"Everything in there?"
"It's all there, the ammonia, the muriatic acid, the tarp; your knives and the stones are in the glovebox and so is your tin."
"You put your stuff in there too, didn't ya? Hoping you could make it up to me for letting that lil jabber-mouth get away?"
"If I had my way and you let me make it up to you, I'll bring her back later tonight and let you have your fun with her. Afterall, it wouldn't be that difficult to track her down."
"Two for the price of one? Think this is shaping up to be the best birthday I've ever had."
We drove the thirty minutes through a barren desert to get to the caves, of course Mac left the headlights on to serve as a guiding light through the darkness but once the lanterns and the array of extension cords were turned on he'd shut the lights off so they didn't drain the battery. I had just finished laying down the tarp when Mac came stomping in with his present slumped over his shoulder; removing a length of chain from the wall I let the cuffs slide along the pulley system he had devised and then returned to my designated workbench to fulfill my assigned tasks.
"What do ya got going through that head of yours tonight? Any new ideas?"
"I got a couple but they involve the acid so that means we gotta be careful unless we wanna end up on the wrong end of the turkey baster."
"Turkey baster, huh? That's definitely a new one. Lemme know when she wakes up, gotta finish this order for Walter. Need those knives razor sharp, you remember how I showed ya?" Mac asked, his voice clearly indicating intrigue.
"I remember, you get to work and don't worry about her. I'll let you know when Sleeping Beauty is awake and I'll have your knives nice and sharp. By the way, I put your tin next to your mask and there's a bottle of Jack under your stool."
"How'd ya manage to sneak that past me?" His hands found their way to my hips and his teeth found their way to one of my ears.
"Stopped by the liquor store on my way back to the house with that one passed out in the front seat; hid it in the crate under the tarp after I got her in the basement." I answered, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
"Shit, ya told me all that beforehand I wouldn't have wasted time on that bitch back there at the bar."
"Hopefully that'll help get me back into your good graces."
He let out a low growl before muttering 'mine' against my ear and sinking his teeth into my neck; he pulled me tighter into his chest the longer he bit down until I could feel the blood making a small stream down my collarbone and into the valley of my breasts. I could only hope this meant he forgives me for my transgressions earlier this evening.
"Go on, that order ain't gonna fill itself. And Mac? Happy birthday."
