Disclaimer: I only own Emily
Warning: Rated M, for abuse and adult content.
Feedback: A little constructive feedback would be nice. For my new readers, I hope you enjoy and for those of you who read the old version, I do hope you like this one better. Please let me know.
**This takes place before Red Canyon because otherwise things get far too confusing. So, Enjoy!

*Short Chapter. Sorry.*

The cave was dark, damp and smelled of the same chemical concoction that Mac did. It was very heavy with the smell of draino and at the same time there was a sweetness to it she could not understand. As the oxytocin faded from her bloodstream and her afterglow finally passed away, her common sense returned full force. She regained her awareness of the danger in her current situation and then the panic set in. At first all she did was began to glance around for anything that might help her to overpower this demon of a man. But he moved too quick for her to gain any real idea of what the main enclosure of this cave held. Her mind swam with the last few hours of the event and her disgust quickly began to overtake her. How in the world had she enjoyed that? How in the living hell had she even allowed him to touch her that way? As Emily thought about it, she realized that there were several occasions where she could have fought him off. The fear he was capable of evoking in her, was crippling and her understanding of his power had caused her to freeze at several vital situations. That moment where he shoved her up against the truck would have been the perfect chance for her to drive her boot into his groin. No man on the face of the planet could stand a steel toed kick to their man parts. 'God damn you Emily.' There was time later to kick herself for all her mistakes.

Mac dropped her down onto a dirty, worn mattress that had been shoved to the side of the cave. Then he headed toward what appeared to be a pile of useless junk and began to rummage around for something. While he had his back turned to her, Emily looked around for anything to use against him. In one corner of the cave was a table that resembled a mad scientist lab and she quickly began to realize that he was cooking meth. It explained the blackness in his teeth and the sores she had noted on his arms. His drinking habits, coupled with his meth use, were the reasons for his resistance to pain. She knew that no matter how hard she hit him, he would not feel it and therefore would not go down. Still, no one could get up from a knife wound. If she could find something sharp and drive it into his skull, then she could get free. Her limbs were still heavy with fatigue, her body beyond exhausted from her excursion through the desert and then the recent activity. It took everything she had to pull herself quickly, quietly from the dirty mattress and toward the other side of the cave. Mac was still throwing random objects aside. That was fine, the longer it took him to locate his treasure, the more time she had to find something to use against him. Sure, she could just as easily sneak out of the cave, but he knew this land and she did not. It was pitch black outside and her chances of getting out of the desert alive, were slim to none. She had a good chance of being recaptured by one of them and then possibly being beaten beyond recognition. No matter what she did to try and escape him, Mac would find her. He was the monster in this tale of horrors and that meant one rule: the predator always gets his prey. There was only one option, kill him when she could. Now was that moment.

In one corner, on top of an old metal barrel, she spotted it. A large hunting knife glinted at her from atop its' throne of rusted steel. She pulled her hands under her butt and around to the front of her body. Then Emily crawled across the cold cave floor on her stomach and elbows before quietly sliding the knife off its' resting place. After using the blade to slice through the rope on her wrists, she stood on wobbly legs and headed toward Mac. When she was a few feet from him, her turned toward her. Those dark eyes stared fiercely into hers, their glare was almost enough to make her drop the knife and beg for forgiveness. But she pushed past the look that always turned her into a quivering mass of lust and fear. There was no sign of fear in his eyes, just rage. It was as if her simple movement without his permission was an insult and even worse, she was now holding a knife. Emily was not killer, nor was she a fighter. She knew this and by now she was sure that he knew it. But she was damn well determined not to end up being his personal plaything. Although she realized that if she failed to injure him as she had planned to do, the punishment for such a violation would be grave. Still, what sort of person would she be if she did not at least try?

Emily lunged at him, slashing the air in front of him with desperate fury. Mac had destroyed her courage, he had ruined her fury and completely obliterated all hope of escape. All she had left was a manufactured hatred. It did not send her blood boiling or make her body fuel her with adrenaline. So, she faked the angry screams emitting from her mouth and hacked the air in an attempt to slice through his flesh. But he was more energized than she was, he dodged her attacks, keeping his arms cocked and out of the blades reach. Then, in a single moment, she caught him waving a 'tsk tsk' finger at her. It was enough to distract her from her goal and in that very instance, he lifted her and threw her hard onto the cave floor. Her back connected with it hard and all air left her lungs in one fell swoop. Emily coughed, she felt warmth spread across her back and she knew that she had a nice gash from one of the sharp rocks. The knife had flown from her fingers when she hit the ground and she rolled to her stomach, crawling for it. It was only a few feet away from her. Just behind her, she could hear Mac slowly moving in her direction. 'No no no. I'm dead. I am now another body in the desert.'

Emily's fingers were inches from the wooden handle and then a black boot stepped on the knife, kicking it out of her reach. She pulled herself quickly upright and tried to crawl back away from him. But he was on her before she could even move. Mac backhanded her hard across the face.

"Tha fuck ya doing bitch?"

Then he slammed a boot into one of her ribs and she collapsed in pain. It was a sharp pain that radiated from one side of her body to the other.

"Ya wanna stab me?"

Mac lifted her by her throat before slamming his fist into the side of her face. Emily could taste blood and she spit it onto the ground. She tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed her ankles dragging her back before slamming his boot into her ribs a few more times. Now blood poured from her lips. He grabbed her up by her hair again and threw her onto to the mattress. She put her back to the wall, holding her sides and rocking in pain. It spread from one side of her body to the other and she was certain he was going to kill her. He paced the floor for a few moments, just talking.

"Ya thought the cops would save ya. Ain't no one gonna save yer ass"

"Mac..." She barely whispered.

He suddenly grabbed her by the back of her head and slammed it into one of the supporting posts in the cave. Her vision swam and she fell back onto the mattress. Emily got the hint and did not say another word.

"Out here...there is no law. Ya wanna know who is really in charge?"

As he spoke, he paced back and forth, looking at her sporadically. He crouched down so he could look straight into her eyes. She was now crying and shaking because he was looking at her. There was nothing left of the woman she used to be.

"Ya try to escape again and you'll beg to die."

Emily started crying harder now. No one was ever going to find her. They wouldn't even know where to start looking. There was no way around it, she was his personal plaything and she would most likely die here in this cave. If that was her fate, then perhaps she should antagonize him enough, so he would get it over with sooner. There was blood on most of her upper half now and she could feel it beginning to crust on the back of her tank top. Despite her beat up appearance, he still looked at her as if she was the last meal and he was a dying man.

"Mac...please...I just wanna go home."

"Yer ass ain't goin no where."

She felt more tears pour down her cheeks. Emily knew she needed to try and pacify him or she would be in more pain than she was now. So, instead of planning her escape or trying to beg him to release her (because that certainly wasn't happening), she submitted.

"I...I will behave."

Without warning, Mac jumped on top of her, wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to cut off some of her air. Then he shoved his free hand between her legs and cupped her mound. Emily didn't fight him, she knew better than to even try and fight him. That would only bring her more pain but she could not keep herself from squirming under his touch. Those rough hands could bring her so much agony and at the same time, they could light every one of her nerves on fire. Even though her body was spent from their recent activity, she still felt that familiar tingle began to grow between her thighs.

"Your pussy is mine."

As those words left his lips, she felt the warmth begin to spread between her legs and her body begged for him again. She hated herself for feeling this way and she hated him because he could make her feel this way.

"Damn you get wet easily."

"Mac-"

He squeezed harder before she felt his fingers drawing back the fabric of her panties and his index finger slid inside of her again. Mac wouldn't have needed to squeeze her throat any harder because as soon as she felt his finger probing her hot depths, all breath left her lungs. The weight of his body was pressing on her already bruised or fractured ribs, causing pain to spread across her torso. But his fingers were a welcome distraction. For whatever reason, a thought crossed her mind and he seemed to know what she was thinking. That scared her. 'I bet this bastard eats pussy like a freshman.'

"I been wonderin somethin since I first met you."

"Wh-what?"

She gasped. Mac leaned in her ear, the sound of his voice only tingling more nerves.

"I wonder what you taste like."

When he felt her try to protest, he gave her throat another hard squeeze and instead of her being afraid that he might crush her windpipe, she became even more aroused. She knew he could feel the warm liquid that rushed down to meet his surprisingly dexterous finger.

"Oh, you like that? You're a dirty little cunt."

Mac shifted his weight and she felt him slowly move down toward her most sensitive flesh. Emily watched him with complete shock as he pulled his knife from his back pocket and sliced through her panties, without slicing her. Then he dipped his head down between her thighs and she felt his warm, wet tongue lick from her hot core up to the hood of her clitoris. Her head dropped back on the mattress and her toes curled. Mac began to flick his tongue against her swollen bud with an expertise she had not expected and in no time at all she found herself shivering uncontrollably. His torturous tongue lapped and flicked against her swollen pink nub as his long surprisingly dexterous fingers stroked her body into even harder orgasms. Emily arched her back and tossed her head from side to side as the first wave of her climax began to wash over her. She was so distracted by the endless pleasure he had the power to evoke in her, she had not realized that she was pulling at his greasy dark locks and shoving his face even harder between her thighs. Her eyes were rolled completely back in her head and she was panting. Actually, at his point, she was struggling to breath. Mac seemed to be licking the very breath out of her lungs with every lap of his tongue. Those fingers found her g-spot, sending her into even harder shivers, causing her diaphragm to hurt from the sudden tightening.

For a few moments, all breath left her lungs and she felt herself completely stop breathing. When it finally returned, she let out a scream of pleasure that echoed all through the cave. Her toes curled so hard they cramped but she could feel none of it. At this very moment, nothing else mattered except for the hard waves of ecstasy that finally and completely washed over her. Emily fell back onto the mattress hard and every muscle in her body became suddenly jello. She stared at the rocky cave ceiling, her fingernails digging into her own flesh in an attempt to calm her nerves back down. But once you taste the devil (or the devil tastes you), your body is never the same. It becomes his property and you, well, you are completely fine with that. Unless of course, you manage to come to your senses and realize that with extreme pleasure, he will ask of you, extreme pain. The cost is great for this amount of fun and in the end, only the devil decides when you are done.

Mac pulled back away from her, just long enough to wipe his mouth with a dirty rag. Then he crawled back up her body so his face was hovering just a few inches above hers.

"Open your eyes..."

She knew that if she disobeyed, there would be dire consequences. Mac was not going to put up with anymore of her crap. Emily slowly opened her eyes and stared into his dark pools.

The demon had wanted her to watch him suck his fingers clean. It was almost as if he knew what that would do to her. That bastard, what was this? These personality and mood changes were beginning to grate on her mind. She could not track him, calculate him or even begin to understand him. Which she knew meant one thing, she did not really understand Anthony. The afterglow was wearing off and she was beginning to sober up. Her mind began to understand the gravity of the situation and she quickly started to weigh her options.

Mac moved off the mattress and headed for the table of various containers. She heard the sound of metal sliding off the counter and two other things with them. When he turned around, he held a coil of chains in one fist and a hammer with a gutter nail in the other.

"Mac please."

"I ain't got time to be chasing yer ass all over Caineville."

Before she could find her strength, he was on top of her, wrapping the chains around her wrists tight and then he nailed them into the stone beneath her with a long nail. The hammer hitting the sound of metal on metal echoed through the stone cave. It seemed to ring out around her as a sign to all those nearby, that she was now his new plaything. Mac was the one in charge here, not the police. That sound would be her death rattle, the last symphony she might ever hear. When he was finished, he threw the hammer aside and stood up on the mattress. Was he admiring his work? Even if he wasn't, it sure felt that way. As he turned around and started for the cave entrance, Emily spoke up. The words left her mouth before she realized she was even saying them.

"Someone will come looking for me."

Mac stopped, turned and walked back to her. He crouched down in front of her, leering at her from the edge of the dirty bed.

"No ones gonna come for you. They don't even know where you are. Sides, by the time they reach you," He stood walking away, glancing back at her ever couple of minutes. His hands waved to and fro. "pending on how this plays out," He turned back to her, walking forward, head cocked to the left as he looked at her. "you might be coyote food. Think about that shit the next time you side to pull some stupid shit."

Those were the last words he said to her before he turned and headed for the cave entrance.

"Mac! God damn you Mac!"

Emily screamed at him as she pulled hard at the chains wrapped around her wrists. There would be no escaping for her, not today and maybe not ever. She would lay in that cave, screaming to deaf ears and like Mac said 'no one would come for her.' Somehow he knew that no one knew where she was and that they may never even realize she is missing. At this point, she resigned herself to death. Why? If she made him mad enough to kill her, then everything would be over. It would all end there. Even if no one ever mourned her death, she could at least have the satisfaction of knowing that she tried. She could find peace on the other side. As she realized that she was giving up, that she was perfectly fine with dying, she began to cry. After everything she had been through, her life would end in some shit hole cave in a town that hardly anyone visited.

Let me know if this is Mac enough. Really trying to get him down good. So, if it doesn't feel Macish to you. Let me know and fast. The last thing I need is to mess up his character.