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!

*Line your room with plastic*

S is for the simple need.
E is for the ecstasy.
X is just to mark the spot,
Because that's the one you really want.
(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,
'Cause the answer's yes, oh the answers (Yes)
Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question,
Then it's always yes. Yeah!
-Nickleback S.E.X.

The door closed behind them hard and then she heard the lock on it click shut. Emily swallowed hard as the nerves in her body fired up and her lower region began to beg for him to violate her once again. Mac moved away from her, stepping over to the shower and turning it on. In no time at all the room began to fill with steam and the mirror began to fog up. It seemed to reflect her internal issues that were rapidly rising to an uncontrollable lust. God she hated herself. Even after he had beat her nearly to death, she could not resist his ever sexual appeal, especially now as she watched him slowly began to unbutton his shirt. The sight of his powerful chest and arms obliterated all of her previous thoughts about him. Suddenly ever rotten thing he had done to her, was shattered in one smooth movement of that shirt falling to the floor. This was an entirely different side of him, she had never seen him fully nude and as she realized that, her cheeks flushed red.

"What's tha matter Emily? Never seen a man shirtless?"

She wanted to say something, she wanted to respond but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. Somehow he had rendered her speechless without doing anything to her. There was no gag in her mouth and yet she had suddenly lost her voice. Mac reached in his back pocket and pulled out something shiny. Emily assumed that it was his buck knife and instinctively tried to back away from him but she tripped over the shackles around her ankles, falling hard on her butt. Then she threw her hands up to shield herself from what was about to come. He grabbed the chain binding her wrists together and she felt the shackles fall away from them, clamoring on the tile floor. She glanced up between her raised hands to find him kneeling down and unlocking the shackles around her ankles. Finally he grabbed her about her waist and lifted her up as if she weighed nothing at all. The sudden pressure on her ankle made her stumble and she quickly muttered several apologies.

"I'm sorry Mac. I won't do that again. I'll behave."

A toothy black grin spread across his features and then he grabbed her by her throat slamming her back against the bathroom door. His face was mere inches from hers and at this distance she could smell the rank acidic smell of whiskey as he exhaled. It made her eyes begin to water so she dropped them to the floor, afraid if she looked up at him that she might just incur the wrath of Mac. His voice was a growl in her ear as he spoke.

"Look at me."

Her eyes obediently shot up to meet his dark blues and she prayed that the look on her face did not offend him. He slowly drug the tip of that blade down her cheek and then her neck, sending goose bumps across her flesh. The feel of that cold steel against her delicate skin made parts of her swell with arousal and a deep ache began to grow between her thighs. That was the same blade that had created the lovely gash on her thigh and had shredded her jeans to mere strips of cloth. It alone held its own power but the man wielding it made it just that much more effective. Mac knew exactly what he was doing to her, he was not satisfied with the fear she already held for him, he wanted her to do as he told her to do and without hesitation. Little did he know, that would not be an issue anymore. Emily now understood her place and she would behave in whatever way he wished. If it meant degrading herself to giving him blow jobs behind the Luna Mesa or in its cramped one stall men's room, then she would do it.

She could feel his hot chest pressing against her soft, bruised little form and she swallowed to contain the moan wanting to escape her lips. At this distance she knew there was no hiding her arousal from him. Emily dug her nails into the wood of the door as he legs began to weaken under his torture. Her mind could not comprehend the thought or his body completely naked, pressing against hers as he violated her. It was happy though to conjure up the image for her and attempt to imagine what his hard powerful muscles would feel like when he slammed into her. Although she was aching for him to touch her again, she was also evidently afraid of him. Those two feelings danced across her face and she bit her lip to keep herself somewhat steady. What was this man trying to do to her and how was he able to do this to her? He seemed to know every button to push and he pushed them hard. In fact he pushed them until she could not take it anymore. Mac pushed them past the point of pleasure and exhaustion and she hated to admit that she loved every single second of it. Some part of her loved being completely powerless and under another's control.

"M-mac...please...I'll be good now. I won't fight anymore."

She said anything to try and get him to back off of her for a little bit. To get some control back over her own body.

"What's tha matter Emily?"

Without warning Mac drove the blade into the door a few inches from her head and she jumped at the sudden movement. Then with one hand still wrapped around her throat, he reached down and began to rub her slowly through the fabric of her jeans (the jeans she was wearing). Her breath hitched in her throat, she had expected that to hurt but her lower region had recuperated a lot quicker than she had thought. Her legs weakened and she felt them wanting to collapse under the onslaught of his touch but his hand on her throat tightened its grip, holding her up. She could not fight the shivers that snaked through her body as her eyes slowly began to roll closed. All of her relaxed and she let her head fall against the door. Then she was suddenly thrown from the door and into the shower with all her clothes on. The quick start and stop of his hands on her most delicate flesh left her with a painful ache. She was now chewing on her bottom lip and staring lustfully at the man who she knew she logically should not want, but did. Every cell of her body begged for him, craved him, he was her drug and the poison polluting her body. There was no escaping him, no fighting him and there certainly was no rehab program to quit him. Once he touched you, that was it, game over.

"Yer all wet girly."

Mac brought his fingers to his lips and licked them slowly. All she could do was pant and press herself against the shower wall for stability.

"So wet...I can taste ya even now."

She so badly wanted him to shut up, she wanted to tell him to shut his dirty mouth. Every word that fell from those dirty lips was torture to her ears. It excited her body beyond belief and she had to resist turning on the cold water just so she could calm herself down. Her skin felt as if it was on fire and the feeling of him pressing against her refused to go away. Mac moved toward her and she backed into the corner in a desperate attempt to avoid being hurt. But none of it did any good, she was in his domain now and he had all the control. Again he grabbed her around her throat and pulled her face to his so he could whisper low in her ear.

"Strip."

She could not stop her eyes from rolling back in her head as his voice trembled through her entire body, making her shiver a little bit. Emily bit down on her bottom lip to try and stop the moans trapped in her throat. He let go of her and stepped back. She swallowed hard before slowly beginning to peel the now soaked shirt from her body, tossing it to the bathroom floor. The feel of his eyes raking over her naked flesh only caused more heat to tingle in her lower belly. Mac watched her intently as she reached down and unwrapped the bandage from her ankle before hesitantly unbuttoning her jeans. When the muscles of his jaw began to tighten she sped up her movements, dispatching her pants even quicker than she had her shirt. Now she stood in front of him with nothing on but white cotton panties and a bloody gauze bandage on her leg. Emily hissed in pain as she began to unwrap her thigh, the dried blood pulling at the soft flesh there and making that still healing gash throb. She glanced up as she moved and saw no sympathy in his eyes. To him, she was nothing more than an object and she was his to do with what he wished. The bandage was tossed into the small trashcan that sat just beneath the sink. Her wound was healing slowly and had began to scab over but it could use some severe cleaning. At least, as far as she could tell, it was not infected. Her hands were shaking as she slid her thumbs into the top of her panties and began to draw them downward. It was the first time she had been fully naked in front of him and could see his reaction to her nudity. She tossed her panties into the wet pile of clothes on the floor and watched him kick them to the other side of the room. Now she swallowed nervously as he pulled his boots off and began to unbutton his own jeans. Mac took his time drawing the zipper down and sliding them from his hips, down over his thighs before finally tossing them behind him.

Emily began to understand why her body had such trouble resisting this man, this demon. His body was temptation, lust from head to toe. It was nothing but muscle and power, a power he was not afraid to use. Every inch of his body was toned, not from working out in some high class gym but from working outside. She knew enough to know that this was a different sort of muscle. It was not the sort that drew you in and much to your disappointment, was not used. This was the kind of muscle that the owner knew full well how to use and this one had no qualms with using it to his advantage. Her eyes traveled slowly down his body, pausing at the apex of his hips before dropping to the floor. She had felt him inside of her so many times but it was an entirely different concept to actually see what was driving her body into fits of ecstasy. The aggressive sexual assaults on her body she could handle (for the most part) but the sight of him naked was entirely too much for her mind to comprehend. It could not process what was happening to her right now.

"What's tha matter Emily?"

"Nothing."

She squeaked.

Mac moved quickly over to her, throwing the shower curtain shut behind him before pressing his naked body up against hers. He did not have to grab her by her throat to get her to submit or to even intimidate her. The feel of his hard naked body against hers was more than enough to turn her legs into jello. His hand reached down and brushed across her delicate folds, sending tendrils of pleasure fluttering through her body. Then he grabbed her around her waist and shoved her toward the hot stream of water. It hit her flesh, burning her open wounds and stinging her bruises. Emily instantly stepped backward in an attempt to get away from the pain but she bumped into a Mac. Afraid of what might happen to her for her disrespect, she tried to move away from him as quickly as possible but he grabbed her by her arm hard and yanked her toward him.

"I'm sorry...please I'm sorry."

To her surprise, he did not hit her or throw her from the shower. Instead he grabbed the bar of soap sitting on the holder and shoved it at her before shoving her back toward the stream of water. This time when it touched her skin it did not burn as bad. Emily swallowed hard before slowly beginning to wash herself. Much to her surprise, he allowed her to get clean and even shave her most delicate parts (his favorite parts to be exact). Again she began to allow herself to lull into a false sense of security and even forget for a moment where she was. That was her biggest mistake. Mac grabbed her by her hair, yanking her head back hard before kissing her hard, causing her jaw to hurt once more. But this time, for whatever reason, she enjoyed the pain he was inflicting upon her and even moaned as his whiskey flavored tongue probed the depths of her mouth. Then she was thrown against the shower wall and he wrapped his hand around her throat, pressing his naked wet form into hers. He leaned into her ear and growled.

"This time...yer gonna beg for me to stop."

"M-"

He squeezed off her air so she could not speak.

"I'm gonna punish that pussy for everything you did. And I ain't gonna stop Emily, not til I'm satisfied."

Her eyes filled with fear because she knew that his appetite was never satisfied. There was a good chance that when he was done with her she would never walk again. Even then he might not stop touching her. 'What have I done?' Mac brushed his fingers over her freshly shaven folds, then her just barely brushed them between, sliding them across her clit. The sensation of his rough hands on that overly sensitive bud made her legs quiver and threaten to collapse. He was soft at first and then he just shoved his fingers deep inside of her, pumping hard and fast while his thumb rubbed her little pink bud roughly. That sudden onslaught of sensations made her slide down the shower wall a bit, but another hard squeeze on her throat warned her that if she did fall, she would pay for it. Even though it was a warning, that slight danger, the pain from it made her even wetter and she knew he could tell.

"Oh ya like it rough?"

She tried so hard to ignore his words, to not let him have complete control over her body but her mind turned against on her, playing back his every word. Mac leaned in her ear and whispered.

"Ya like when I play with ya pussy?"

'He CANNOT expect me to answer him.'

"Hey! I'm fucking talking to you bitch."

"Yes." She moaned.

"Good girl."

She was beginning to remember why she hated him so much. He pulled his fingers from within her depths and used his hand on her throat to turn her head toward him.

"Look at me."

Emily was forced to watch him suck her juices from his fingers, she felt that inner ache come back with a vengeance and that little swollen bud began to throb. Why was he torturing her like this, it was not like him. He was always quick to violate her and get on with his day. If this was just part of what he had in store for her, she knew she was in trouble. Mac turned from her, throwing the shower curtain aside and heading back into the main area. When he returned he was holding the wrist shackles. 'What is he planning?" Every inch of her wanted to move away from him and not let him get those back on her but she resisted that fight or flight feeling in the pit of her stomach. She willingly let him put them back on her and with them, he lifted her arms above her head before looping the chain on a hook above them. 'It's not what he's planning. It's what he has already planned.' Now she realized that she was in far more trouble than before. While she was laid up in bed, he had the time necessary to plan her punishment and not he intended to enact it.

She could barely touch the floor and as he watched her dangling in the air, she saw something flicker across his eyes. There was no rotted smile that spread across his face and no tightening of the muscles in his jaw, just that one little glimmer. Mac lifted her legs onto his shoulders before dipping his head down between her thighs and drawing his tongue slowly up her outer folds. Emily shivered hard. This was not fair, she had only just shaved which meant that her sensitive flesh was all that much more sensitive. He slid his index finger inside of her hot core and then began to flick his tongue roughly over her swollen bud. She was far too sensitive for that and he seemed to know it because he never once let up. That probing finger was joined by another one and he wiggled them back and forth. All at once her eyes rolled back in her head, her toes curled and her body began to jolt. Emily tried to pull herself up away from him, to stop his wicked tongue and end this torment. But he had his free hand wrapped around her uncut thigh and it was no effort for him to hold her down. His tongue lapped and circled around her clit with an expertise that surprised her, she had never suspected he could or would do this. That warm hot tongue moved almost in perfect rhythm with the fingers that were now rubbing her g-spot and sending her into wave after wave of orgasms. Her whole body jolted with every lap of that wicked tongue, all rhyme and reason faded away. Everything was suddenly forgotten as she was lost in the endless bliss that he was causing. A cry slipped from her lips and she was sent crashing into her climax. It hit with such force that for a moment all she could see was blinding white.

Emily did not come back down quick enough because when she finally opened her eyes, Mac was standing only inches from her with one leg still thrown over his shoulder. There was no warning to his next move (of course with him there never was), he thrust deep inside of her, rocking her whole body. If she could have dug her nails into his flesh she would have but she was stuck hanging there with no control over the situation. That was only causing her more sexual frustration and he seemed to know it (and be enjoying it). This time when he violated her, he did not reach between her thighs and rub her sweet little bud. He knew that she would not find complete satisfaction unless he did and he was not giving that to her. Mac continued to thrust into her harder and faster, he pushed her to the very edge of her climax and then pulled himself from her. For a second she really thought he would just leave her hanging there with nothing on, hot and aching. And for a second she truly began to believe that is just what he was contemplating doing. He moved over to the only shelf in the bathroom, snatched a small silver tin from it before flicking it open and rubbing something on his teeth. Then she saw the fire flicker in his eyes and before she could use her legs to shield herself, he was pulling her from the hook and tossing her on the tile floor.

"Get on your knees bitch."

He yanked her to her knees by her hair before pushing her down so she was on all fours. Mac thrust back into her hard, one hand still pulling her hair so hard that the pain traveled down her neck. What once caused her immense pain she now enjoyed and the harder he pulled on her hair the more she loved it. That pain only added to the pleasure of his thickness spreading her tight folds. Emily moaned as he dug his fingers into her still bruised thigh and began to slam into her with more force than he had ever used before. This would have hurt her before but now she loved when he hurt her, even her most tender parts. She moaned and began to pant, digging her nails into the tile floor.

"Dirty lil bitch. Ya like that?"

"Oh...god..."

He reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts squeezing her nipple hard and twisting it, pulling another moan from her. That hand moved down and then pinched her clit hard, making her whole body shiver. With every thrust of his powerful hips, her arms were weakening and she was finding it nearly impossible to stay in this position. Mac did not seem to notice or care. Or if he did, he was trying to make her collapse onto the floor because she felt him began to thrust harder, his fingers rolled her swollen nub between them ever more forceful. Emily's toes curled and her body shivered hard, her moans almost screams now. She was panting and shaking uncontrollably. His hand that was wrapped in her hair reached around and grabbed her by her throat, squeezing just enough to hurt. A flood of warm wetness rushed down between her thighs and she knew there was no pretending she was not enjoying ever minute of this.

"Oh...my lil bitch likes to be hurt."

"Mac...w-"

He put more force on the hand around her throat cutting off her air.

"Shut up!"

She felt him dig his nails into her hip as he pounded into her, sending bolts of pain and pleasure through her entire body. Mac shoved her forward so she was lying face down as he continued to pound into her. Then she felt a sharp pain on her neck and realized her was biting her, hard. There was blood running down her shoulder and dripping onto the yellow tile beneath but she no longer cared. She enjoyed every ounce of everything he was giving to her. Her body shivered hard again as he began to rub her clit hard and bite down even harder. Every thrust of his hips rocked her forward and pushed her closer to her climax. He pulled his mouth away from her neck so he could growl into her ear.

"Ya like when I hurt you...when I fuck your pussy...and this..."

He squeezed her clit once more and she screamed in ecstasy.

"Yer so wet Emily...I love when you cum for me."

These words, they were not something he would normally say. So, he did have some intelligence and damn him, he knew how to push her buttons until he broke them. With every whisper in her ear, she winced and shivered.

"Oh...fuck."

"Atta girl...cum for me."

Almost as if her body had been conditioned to obey his every word, she shivered hard and screamed as her climax crashed over her hard. Every muscle in her body ached from the excursion she had just put on it. But Mac did not let up, he was not finished with her. He never once slowed down or stopped rolling her extra sensitive bud between his fingers. The jerk knew better, he knew that her body became extremely sensitive after her climax. Still he did not seem to care that every touch of his hand felt like a single orgasm. Emily tried to pull herself away from him, to drag herself with her arms but her grabbed them and pinned them to the floor. Then he leaned in her ear and whispered.

"I told you Emily. I'll stop when I'm satisfied...or if you beg for it."

"Please Mac...please let go of me...no more..."

He kept going but this time she felt his touch on her clit become softer, almost too soft. His every touch made her body twitch and squirm. Where she could once form words, only little unintelligible words escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt all strength completely leave her body, he had rendered her helpless. The sound of his voice in her ear made her whimper in frustration.

"On Meth...I can go for hours..."

"No...please..."

"Oh but yer so close."

"Oh...oh god...Mac!"

It would be much later when she realized that he had made her scream his name. She shuddered hard as another climax washed over her, this one in even harder waves than the last one. Every inch of here seemed to hum with pleasure as her body went completely limp beneath him. Finally she felt him thrust all the way inside of her and spill his hot seed within her warm silk before pulling out and wiping himself on a towel. While she lay there on the floor trying to find her strength, he slipped back into the dirty clothes he was previously wearing. 'He lied about the shower. No gee...I think I figured that out.' For a few moments she lay on the floor watching him move around the bathroom, shutting off the water that was still running and gathering the shackles from the floor. 'Was he lying about the Meth? I hope to god he was.' At this point she was surprised her mind could even function because her body sure as hell was out of commission. Mac reached down, grabbed the shackles around her wrists and yanked her to her feet. If he had let go of them, she would not have been able to stand. He lifted her, tossing her limp form over his shoulder before throwing open the bathroom door and carrying her down the hallway. She was still buck naked as he kicked open another door and she watched the wooden stairs pass beneath them. Then she was hung back up on the meat hook as if she was a toy he was putting away.

The other set of shackles were tossed to one side and then he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it. Mac stood smoking and just staring at her naked body for a few moments. He seemed to be thinking about what to do with her next and he must have come up with a new even more evil idea because a black toothed grin crossed his features. Then he turned from her and as he was heading up the stairs he said something, something that made her blood run cold.

"I got plans for you lil girl."

S is for the simple need.
E is for the ecstasy.
X is just to mark the spot,
Because that's the one you really want.
(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,
'Cause the answer's yes, oh the answer's (Yes).
Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question,
Then it's always yes. Yeah! (YES)
(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,
'Cause the answer's yes, oh the answer's (Yes).
Not just a suggestion, if you ask the question,
Then it's always yes. Yeah! (YES)

-Nickleback S.E.X.