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!

Even though she was bloody, partially broken and once again in the clutches of Mac, Emily truly believed she had won. Not because she had broken his nose and messed up his favorite toy (his truck). But for the sheer fact that she had stood up to him. She had been restrained and still she remained fearless. Emily was more than certain that he had done this to other women and that none of them had stood up to him. So when she did, he did not seem to know just how to handle the situation. In fact he looked more than a little confused during their confrontation. It was easy to deal with someone when they were afraid of evoking the wrath of Mac. So what was he planning to do with her now? She refused to scream his name ever again. There would be no more pleasure for him. What good was a woman who would not submit?

Emily could feel the world spun and shift around her entirely too fast for her liking. It's chaotic movements slowly began to wake her from her unconscious state. The motion coupled with the smell of diesel, made her stomach turn and bile begin to rise up her throat. When she finally opened her eyes, she had just enough energy to turn over and vomit onto the floor of the bed in the rear of his truck. A mix of bile and blood splattered on the ancient wood. The sudden, hard flex of her diaphragm made her whole body shudder with pain but she forced herself to endure. There would be time later to assess her injuries, treat them and try to get some sleep. Although she doubted that she would get a restful sleep ever again. Mac certainly never seemed to sleep and for that reason, she would have to alter her own internal clock if she wanted to survive. Just as she was gaining her bearings, she heard and felt the truck suddenly slide to a stop. Emily jolted slightly forward and her head began to pound again. She braced herself for whatever might come next.

Without warning she was drug out by her boots and let drop onto the hard desert floor. Emily looked up to see Mac standing over her, his eyes were so dark they seemed almost inhuman as he glared down at her. The anger within them flickered with the same ferocity that the flames at the Luna Mesa had held and for a moment she swore there were actual flames in his pupils. He could be as furious as he wanted to be, she still was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her uncomfortable at all. 'Go ahead and beat me asshole.' Almost as if he had heard her, he grabbed her up by her jacket and threw her toward the cave entrance. Emily landed on her right side and felt her shoulder pop from its socket. She grit her teeth against the pain before looking up at the caves' dark doorway. Mac had thrown her so she landed only a couple feet from the cave entrance. That made her a little nervous because she was not aware that he had the power to do that. Did he have more strength than even she knew about? Emily glanced between him and the cave and mentally calculated her odds of getting to the cave before he grabbed her. If she could get her body to cooperate, then her odds were pretty good.

As she looked back at him, a fist connected with her jaw and fractured it even more. She felt a tooth pop lose and tasted liquid copper in her mouth. Using her tongue, she located the lose tooth before spitting it and blood from between her split lip. Mac paced back and forth, his weight swaying from one foot to the other. His movements were more chaotic than usual. 'Maybe this is what he looks like when he is completely enraged.'

"Ya wanna fuckin hit me bitch!"

Mac ran up and kicked her in the ribs.

"Burned the fuckin bar!"

He picked her up and threw her against the outside of the cave. Her head collided with the hard stone and her vision blurred for a few moments. Every part of her body tried to shut down on her but she fought back and managed to keep herself from blacking out. The comedy she once found in pissing him off, was beginning to fade very quickly.

"Ruined my fuckin truck!"

Again he picked her up but this time he threw her into the cave where she slipped on the rock and fell. Her face smacked against her hard floor, slicing the right side of her face open. The fire she had built was fading with every passing second and the notion of giving in was beginning to return. Mac picked her up again and threw her into two of the steel drums within the main cavern of the cave. Her already injured shoulder slammed full force into them. The drums only shifted a little bit under the sudden collision. At this point, nearly every inch of her was covered in blood or bruises. Mac's voice bounced off the cave walls in a tone she had never heard.

"I'ma make you pay girly."

"Fuuck...yoo." She slurred out.

"Yer gonna beg to die. I'ma fuck yer pussy til you can't walk. An I'ma make ya pay for all your bullshit."

"Do your worst." She mumbled.

"Yer brave through. Comin all the way out here, fightin me."

She looked up through bloody locks of hair.

"Your a coward Mac."

Mac grabbed her and tossed her on the dirty mattress. Then she felt him slice through the fabric of her jeans from the bottom all the way to the apex of her thighs. The blade sliced through the top of her thigh on it's way up and she hissed in pain. But he did not seem to notice or care. His rough fingers found the cotton panties she was wearing and he yanked them aside. Those corse digits began to rub her little pink bud in hard circles and as he did, his weight pressed down on her causing the bones of her broken ribs to grind together. The cuffs restraining her dug deep into her wrists, reopening the wounds there and straining her already dislocated shoulder. She could feel more blood running down her hands and dripping off her fingertips onto the mattress beneath. As he violated her, it took every ounce of strength she had to keep from wincing in pain. He continued to rub her hard and when she did not moisten for him, Mac pulled his fingers to his mouth. Then he slid his index finger into his putrid mouth, sucking on it until it was wet and then he shoved it back down between her thighs. The feel of his wet digit sliding across her pink bud, in a fast, hard motion, did make her body respond. A rush of warm wetness coursed down to the apex of her thighs to greet the finger now sliding inside of her. Mac leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Damn girly yer already wet for me."

Emily tried to push him off of her with her mid-section. Her legs protested the sudden movement but she forced them to comply.

"Oh yeah, still got some fight in ya. It's better when ya fight."

"Get off me!"

"Oh ya, like it rough. I'll give ya rough."

His finger inside of her began to pump harder and faster. Still she tried to fight to get him off of her. Even with her body in excruciating pain, Emily was still aroused by the feel of his finger inside of her and she hated herself for it. It meant there was a possibility he could still break her and that he still had some power over her.

"Yer gonna cum for me Emily. I'ma teach you how to obey me."

"No!"

But her body shivered for him and she felt her lower region tighten around his finger as an orgasm washed over her.

"Atta girl."

Mac pulled his index finger from her hot core and she knew what was coming next. He then grabbed her by her broken jaw, his dirty nails dug into her cut face and tender flesh as he forced her to watch him suck his fingers clean. It disgusted her and at the same time aroused her even more. Pain she could handle and pain she could ignore. But this, somehow he knew she could never ignore this. When he had finished with his fingers, Mac reached down and she heard him unzip his jeans.

"You're not gonna touch me with that!"

There was nothing gentle about him when he thrust inside of her. The sudden invasion made her delicate folds jolt with a mix of pain and pleasure. She tried to block it all out and to resist enjoying any of it. But he knew all too well how to push her buttons. Mac's fingers reached between her thighs, rubbing her swollen nub as he thrust into her hard. Every violent pump made her body shiver with lust. Emily stared at the ceiling to keep from giving him any sign that she was enjoying this even just a little. He must have realized it because he suddenly squeezed her clitoris hard, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. She winced in pleasure before she had the chance to stop herself. Emily scolded herself for it. Mac did it again, making her toes curl in her boots. Then he stopped moving entirely and leaned into her ear. His voice was deeper now and more husky.

"Ya keep fightin me...an I'll fuck yer pussy til ya can't walk."

Emily swallowed hard. She knew he was not kidding. So out of necessity (or survival), she nodded her head in agreement. If she had to give a little to survive, then she would.

"Sides, I know ya like it when I fuck yer sweet pussy."

She bit her tongue to keep from retorting.

"Good girl."

Mac started moving again and she allowed herself to enjoy it. He let up just a little bit and began to rub her softer now. Emily gasp and began to pant in response to his touch. Now he was continuously brushing the head of his shaft across her g-spot, causing her body to shiver uncontrollably. She felt herself tighten around his hardness as the first of many orgasms washed over her.

"Atta girl, cum for Mac."

Her body seemed to obey him as another series of orgasms flooded her body.

"Ooh yeah yer wet. You like it when I fuck you?"

She did not respond.

"Hey! Answer me!"

"Yes." She half lied.

Mac began to shudder himself and she could feel him twitching inside of her. Emily was panting now and shivering hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips bucked as her climax began to wave over her in a blinding white fury. They both shivered hard and then he thrust deep inside of her as he spilled his hot seed. Upon feeling his warmth, Emily moaned and exploded around him. She could feel her juices running down her thighs as her orgasm washed down her in several waves. Mac was quick to pull out of her and wipe himself off on the remainder of her pants before tucking himself away.

For a few moments she forgot where she was because she was enjoying the afterglow. But her euphoric state was short lived. He suddenly grabbed her by her face and yanked her into a hard kiss. His tongue tasted like whiskey and foulness she did not wish to know. The pressure on her jaw caused her whole face to throb and his probing tongue made her stomach turn. She was sure he could taste the blood and bile still lingering in her mouth. Although he did not seem to care. Mac pulled from her mouth before moving one hand to her throat and holding her up by it. The pressure of his hand on the bottom of her head coupled with the force of gravity pulling down, made her feel as if her head would pop off soon. Mac's expression shifted back to a glare. Those dark pools seemed to stare right through her and she had to stifle the urge to shiver. 'He will not break me. He will not break me. He will not break me.' That was now her internal mantra as he dangled her in the air.

"Member this Emily," Mac reached up and cupped her wet mound. "this is mine."

Then he slapped her outer folds just hard enough to hurt. Emily winced but she refused to let him know just how that effected her.

"Only reason ya ain't coyote food...is cause I ain't done playin with it yet."

Mac let go of her and she hit the ground with a thud. Her body was weak from blood loss and the sexual activity it had been forced into. None of that was going to make her stop trying to escape Caineville. If she had to drag herself from that cave in order to get out of this place, then she would. At least one ankle was fractured and several other bones were broken, that much she knew. Almost every inch of her was covered in blood now and he was not finished with her.

Mac moved away from her and began shuffling through a pile of useless junk. She heard metal shifting and clanging as he tossed aside several objects. While he had his back turned, she began to scoot along the floor, inch worming her way toward the caves' entrance. Her leg throbbed from the open wound on it as she forced it to move. Every slight motion made the gash stretch and relax. The fractured bones in her body ground against themselves, sending small fragments into the soft muscles surrounding them. Her head throbbed with a pain that told her, she had a possible concussion. Emily was too busy trying to get free that she failed to hear Mac coming up behind her. But she did hear the familiar clink of chains and she turned around just in time to see them sing through the air. It whipped across her back, catching her already torn flesh before she felt it slap across her legs. Her whipped the chain up and down her entire body. Whatever flesh was unscathed before now had chain link bruises and lacerations. Emily writhed in pain as he continued to beat her for a good ten minutes. She tried to focus on anything that might keep her strong but the pain was winning. Which meant that Mac was winning.

When he stopped beating her, he wrapped the chain around her throat and yanked her up so she was once again dangling in the air. It dug into the flesh of her neck hard, cutting off the majority of her air. Still she stared into the two furious eyes that were glaring at her and forced herself to glare back.

"Jus member this bitch. Next time ya wanna hit me...member this. So ya wanna hit me again Emily?"

A single tear rolled down her bloody cheek, leaving a clear trail in the blood.

"No." She began to cry. "I won't Mac...please...I will be good."

Mac let go of her and she dropped to the floor, coughing as she gasped mouthfuls of air.

"I ain't got time for your shit."

Then he yanked the chain from around her neck before lifting her up again. The last thing she remembered was the sight of a fist just before it slammed into her right eye. That would most likely be swollen shut when she finally regained consciousness. Of course if she did have a concussion she may not wake up at all or she may wake up and not remember anything. In the darkness of her mind she felt her fear return. She had come to understand that no matter what she did, Mac would always win. There was the very real possibility that she could not escape him and that she would never see home again...