For Caffiend04 who wanted to read the rest of the story. It's short only one maybe two more chapters. Enjoy :-)

Chapter 2

9 months later

Mac sat on his bed smoking a cigarette, Zia was curled up in a ball asleep next to him. He brushed her hair from her face, she'd lasted much longer than he'd expected, long enough for him to get attached. He ran his thumb under her lash line, she had thick dark crescents there, under each of her eyes, his hand traveled down the side of her body noting the way her ribs and hip bones protruded. He was wearing her down, she wasn't as bad as some of the others had been, the druggies especially were nothing but skin and bone by the time they were finished.

He considered sending her away, like he'd done with Regina. He'd told Devon to never bring her back, but if the rumors were true, the girl was a mess, unable to really care for herself. He looked at Zia, she hadn't stirred at his caresses, she slept like the dead and she slept often, waking only to get fucked and eat if he reminded her. Sometimes when she awoke she would tell him stories about the dreams she had as she slept, he was always the star of her adventures in the land of nod. The land of nod, that's what she called it when she slept. "I'm going to the land of nod." or "I just came back from the land of nod." She was a sweet quiet girl and he liked her, he needed to remember to feed her more often.

Mac pushed her onto her back, giving her collar bone a nip to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw him.

"Good morning Mac." it was early afternoon, but it didn't matter, she always said that when she woke up.

Mac shook his head, he couldn't send her away, she wasn't quite there anymore, unlike Regina, she had nobody to care for her, she'd be dead quicker out there than here. She didn't do drugs and she hardly ever drank anymore, it was him, he was the one that broke her. She called him her Incubus, she said it the way other women called their lovers babe or sweetheart.

"I'm going out. You need to eat, is there food?"

She shrugged, unconcerned and let her eyes drift shut again. He snapped his fingers in her face.

"Zia, focus. Is. There. Food."

"I don't know." she muttered sleepily, "I haven't checked."

"In how long?"

She snuggled into him. "I was dreaming, you had huge red wings and you were riding the breeze like a kite and I was running after you, trying to hitch a ride, but you kept teasing me, dipping down low enough for me to touch you then soaring back up right before I could grab hold." she giggled.

Mac rubbed his face, "Zia when was the last time you ate?"

"I can't remember." her voice was small, like a scolded child. "I ate when you ate."

He thought back, that couldn't be right, he didn't need to eat much, never did, but he was sure he'd eaten at the Luna Mesa without her, talking business with Walter.

"Fuck." he growled, pushing her off him, the junkies didn't eat because of the meth, why the hell didn't Zia eat? "Why the fuck don't you say something! Are you fuckin' stupid?"

She curled up into a little ball. "Answer me Zia!"

"I'm not hungry." she whispered.

"How the fuck is that! Last time we ate together was three fuckin' days ago!"

"I'm just not, I'm sleepy and you let me sleep. I get thirsty and I drink from the faucet but I don't really get hungry." he could see tears forming in her eyes as she curled up tighter.

"I'll be back." he pulled on his jeans and shirt and got the hell out of the house. He wanted to fuck her, drink up those tears and taste the moister between her legs, but if he did, he'd forget to feed her again and he'd be dumping another dead bitch in the canyons.

He pulled up to the Luna Mesa, nothing stirred, there wasn't even a breeze in the air and it made him uneasy. He jumped out of the truck, feeling slightly better when his feet touched the dirt of the parking lot. He hadn't come around much lately, only showing up when Walter summoned him for business. He walked slowly up the front steps looking around and the bright sunny afternoon sky, it was wrong, he felt empty, abandoned. He shook off the thoughts and opened the front door.

There sitting in his seat was a young girl, she looked like she was about to go for a night out on the town at a Goth club, instead of sitting at a mostly empty bar midafternoon. He didn't bother with her, he reached around her grabbing his customary whiskey bottle and sitting around the corner of the bar, next to where his father stood, cleaning an already clean glass.

"Zia gone?" his father asked.

Mac didn't answer pouring himself a large glass of whiskey. "Ruby there, was asking for some meth, she's just passing through on her way to California. Maybe you could help her son."

Mac looked at the girl who was practically inhaling a large red colored drink. She had on a corset that pushed her large breasts up to her chin, she'd tried to cover up scars along her collar bone and arms with too white make up. Mac thought about the offer, Zia was worn out, she could use a break. He finished his drink in one large swallow.

"Get me a burger and fries, to go." his father nodded. He made his way to the girl with minimal enthusiasm.

"You need meth?" the girls dead eyes light up. "Follow me." He led her to the restroom outside the bar and locked the door behind them, stopping her when she reached into her pocket for money.

"I don't want your money, I'll accept straight sex or you can find another dealer." she nodded at him, he wasn't surprised, he doubted this was her first rodeo.

"Drop your pants, turn around and grab the sink." The girl did as she was told, quickly enough. She knew the drill but Mac was sure this exchange would be much more painful than her previous encounters. She wouldn't get any pleasure out of this, this was for Mac, a quick snack to hold him over.

He opened up his jeans and stood behind her, her pale narrow ass glowing in the dim room. He spit on his dick, spreading the moister along his shaft, when he was satisfied he lined himself up at her entrance.

"Ready?"

"Sure."

He clamped his hand over her mouth and slammed himself all the way in. He felt the vibrations all through his body as she let out an agonized scream of pain. He closed his eyes, gripping her tighter as she tried to escape his torturous thrusts, he absorbed her terror and pain, bruising he flesh of her hips as he dug in, slamming her hips back to meet his. He finished fast, shoving her head into the porcelain bowl of the sink as he came. He pulled himself out of her, still hard, but satisfied enough to let Zia eat when he got home. She collapsed as soon as he let her go. He brought out a baggie and threw it on the floor by her head.

"Walter's stupid, you wouldn't last a week."

He walked back into the bar. Walter had the food ready and waiting.

"Found a new friend?"

Mac smirked at the stupid way his father referred to the unfortunate women that ended up with him.

"Nope, Zia's still around. That one wasn't worth a damn."

Walter's eyebrow shot up, "She gone?"

"Nope, should be limping in her any minute."

Mac grabbed the food and walked out, the day was still sunny and bright, like most days in Cainsville. Why couldn't he shake the bad feeling it gave him.

The bad feeling followed him to his house and worsened when he entered the little shack he called home. He looked around, nothing seemed out of place. He walked into the bedroom, surprised to find Zia awake. She'd been crying. He studied her, she'd gotten dressed and she refused to look him in the eye. He dropped the bag of food next to her.

"Eat, I'm gonna take a shower."

When she didn't answer he walked away into the bathroom to clean up. The last thing he wanted was to have that whores taste mix with Zia when he fucked her. When was the last time Zia bathed? He couldn't remember, he liked her smell, the taste of her sweat. He would bath her too, it might help keep her a bit longer.

When he was finished, he walked out in his towel, she should be done eating, they'd fuck, he'd bath her, fuck some more and then sleep. He had work at the canyons tomorrow.

She hadn't touched the food.

"What the fuck Zia, hurry up and eat, I don't have all day." the fury that rose up inside him was surprising.

"Is she better, are you going to send me away now." she was still crying, her words didn't mean anything at the moment, all he could think of was she didn't drink enough water to cry this much, she was wasting what little she took in.

"Eat the damn food."

"No," she whimpered.

The anger consumed him then, he let go of the towel around his waist and back handed her. Her lip split open and she cried out. She immediately curled up into a little ball like some kind of human roly poly. He yanked her up by the hair, ripping open the bag with his other hand he grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in her mouth.

"Eat!" He held his hand over her mouth until she swallowed. She gasped and coughed as he let her go.

"Are you going to cooperate." she shook her head and tried to scoot away from him.

"Then we'll do it the hard way Zia." He yanked her back by the hair again, bringing a piece of hamburger to her mouth and cramming it in, then covering her mouth with his large hand until she was forced to swallow. They repeated the process with the food and water until it was all gone. She gagged and heaved when it was all done, sobbing onto the dirty food stained mattress.

"You throw that up and you're out on your ass Zia." He gripped her neck tightly, forcing her to look at him.

"You understand me?"

"Yes." she answered hoarsely. He threw her back with so much force, she bounced and fell off the bed, landing hard on the floor.

He was hit with Deja vu as he saw her crumpled up on the floor, and remembered the girl at the Luna Mesa.

"Is who better Zia?" her words finally sinking in.

"The girl in the bathroom with the pretty clothes." she was drawing patterns on the dirt of the floor, still crying.

"Who told you about her?"

"The desert, it told me not to worry, but I can't help it." she curled up again, so like a child.

Mac's blood ran cold, then hot. "Would I bother with you if she was better?" he lifted her up by the upper arm. "Be a good girl Zia, get stronger, eat, drink and I won't need to fuck whores. OK."

"Ok" she gave him a small smile. He grinned back before taking her lips roughly, his snack hadn't helped much at all.

Zia tried, she really did but her end was inevitable.