Disclaimer: I only own Emily
Warning: Rated M, for abuse and adult content.
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**WOW. Dirty, smutty, hotness.

The basement light was shut off shortly before she heard the heavy bolt locks on the other side of the door, latch. She was plundered into darkness and sensory deprivation. Apart from the pain slowly creeping from her wrists down to her arms, there was nothing. Mac had made sure that she could not attempt another escape, little did he realize she was not going to even try. Although there was a nagging voice that begged her to try and get out of here, she ignored it. That voice had caused her more trouble than it was worth. Was her freedom worth the hours of pain he would cause her for being defiant? After spending an unknown amount of time, laying in bed trying to heal, she had decided that it was not. Emily had resigned herself to her fate. At this point she knew that she was destined to die here or to stay here for as long as she amused Mac. So he could do whatever he wanted to her, she would not put up a fight anymore. She had learned that regardless of what she said, he was going to play with her body in anyway that suited him. Once again she allowed the tears of hopelessness to flow down her cheeks and drip onto the cold concrete beneath her. 'Why me? What did I do to deserve this?' There was no answer to her questions, no one cared where she was or even cared about what happened to her. Mac had broken her beyond repair. Sure the wounds would heal, the bruises would come and go but her mind would never heal. Even if she gained her freedom, the internal scars would always be there.

The basement door was secured but not soundproof and she heard his boot steps when he returned to the house. They echoed through the concrete room she was hanging in and made her whole body cringe with remembrance of their force. All the areas they had once touched, twitched with every fall of his foot. From what she could tell, he was drunk again and she was probably going to get the brunt of his anger. Whenever he was intoxicated, his anger came out much quicker and if he planned to take it out on her, she might not live through the night. She heard the locks on the door began to unlatch and then it groaned on its hinges as he slowly opened it. Suddenly the room filled with a dim yellow light as he flicked on the lights and she heard his boots descending the wooden stairs. Their sound stopped at the bottom landing and for a few moments all she heard was the swig of the whiskey bottle as he poured more into his mouth. It was set down on the wooden landing and then Mac moved into the main area around her. His boots seemed to echo in the emptiness of the basement.

"Probably thought I forgot about ya didn't ya?"

"No Mac...please no more."

He grabbed her by her throat, squeezing hard.

"You don't tell me no."

Then he let go of her, shoving her backwards so she swayed back and forth.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...please I just wanna go home."

A toothy black smirk passed across his features before he lowered his gaze.

"You are home Emily."

That statement made her whole body jolt with fear. She was not going to leave this place if he did not grow tired of her. When he did finally get sick of her, she knew that he was not going to just let her leave. He meant what he said about leaving her for the coyotes. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing more than an object for him to toss out with the trash when she no longer served her purpose.

"Sides, ain't like no body is missing ya. It's been weeks an ain't one person come lookin for ya."

"Weeks?"

How did she not know that? How had time passed so quickly and she had not notice? It could be the head trauma playing games with her or it could very well be him trying to break her down more. She could not stop herself before the defiant statement slipped from her lips.

"Someone will come looking for me."

"They ain't gonna find ya. I promise you that. You belong to me now Emily. So if ya try to run, some will bring ya back to me."

"Yer all alone an out here, no one can hear you scream."

This psychopath believed wholeheartedly that she was his property. He had laid claim to her and there was no one in the valley who would deny it. They would turn a blind eye as he raped her and beat her senseless. Mac could probably bend her over the bar (if there was one again) and screw her right there, no one would say a word. She had underestimated this place, now she would pay for it with every last bit of her life. 'So, are we really going to give up?' As long as he was around she would pretend to be submissive. 'Back to this point are we? Can we make a decision already?' She had been going back and forth on this entire topic. Should she fight again? Or should she just allow him to have her? There were two different parts of her that were causing this disagreement. One part of her was her ridiculous lust for the man and the other part was her unbreakable logic. The logical thing to do was to wait until he left again and try to get away without being seen. But she knew with Harley around, that was next to impossible, he would be out watching for her. So she would have to fight if she really wanted to get home. If she could get her hands on a real gun, then she could just shoot the bastard in the kneecaps and escape before they could find her. The big question was, how could she get out of here?

Before she even had the chance to answer her own question, she heard Mac unbuckling his belt and yanking it from the belt loops. Then she felt it slap hard against her bare thighs, clipping her round buttocks as it hit. He drew it back and hit her again until red welts rose up on the tender flesh. Emily grit her teeth as best she could, being that her jaw was still healing it only served to cause her more pain. She would have to use one pain to ignore another.

"Wanna run from me again bitch?!"

"No Mac. I won't run."

That was a half truth because if given the chance, she would run until her feet bled. After blood began to run down the back of her legs, he stopped whipping her with his belt and stepped in front of her. The look in his dark blues was a mixture of drunken fury and lust. He flicked that wicked tongue across his bottom lip, before chewing on it for a few moments. Then he shifted his weight frantically from one leg to another. She knew that his anger was building with every passing moment. If she did not distract him with something soon, he would hurt her again. Emily kept her eyes locked on his face, there were dabs of oil on the flesh just above his ever growing goatee. It had been a long time since she had actually looked him in the face, he was scruffier that she remembered. So maybe he was not lying about her being here for a long time.

Mac's eyes dropped down to the apex of her thighs and a black toothed grin spread across his features. He lifted her off the meat hook before dragging her over to the work bench and bending her over it. Then he pulled his buck knife from his back pocket and stabbed it into the table before she felt him kick her legs apart with one boot. Emily had to hold onto the other side of the table in order to keep from falling. He leaned into her ear and whispered.

"Let's see just how dirty you really are."

Without warning she felt his tongue began to flick quickly across her clit, making her whole body shake and shiver. Mac slid a digit into her tight core, brushing it across her gspot until her legs were so weak from pleasure she could barely stand. He brought her to the very edge of her climax and then suddenly stopped. Then he grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head up, so she could watch him pull the buck knife from the dirty work bench.

"Guess what I'ma do with this."

He held it up so she could see it.

"No...don't do it. You're sick...Mac you're fucking sick."

"Got that nice smooth handle, naw it'll fit perfectly. Sides, lil freaks like you love this shit."

"Get that fucking thing away from me."

Mac pulled her hair harder before whispering into her ear.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this. Yer gonna like it. I'll bet you cum so hard it runs all down the blade an shit."

Emily wanted to try and fight but he still had a hold of her hair when he began to slide the smooth wood into her wet core. Every reasonable part of her mind (every sane part) told her that this is not right, that she should not enjoy any of this. But she felt more wetness rush between her legs at the feel of his knife handle sliding inside of her and at the thought that if she moved wrong, she might get hurt. She realized exactly what he was intending to do, render her helpless. In any other sexual situation with him, she might have the chance to fight back and to get him to let go of her. However, this time if she even tried she would end up severely injured and the pain would be beyond unbearable. Mac had forced her to the threshold of danger, fear, pain and pleasure. On top of it all he had completely ripped away any control she previously had and crushed her defiant nature. Slowly he began to move the handle in and out of her tight, hot core while his other hand moved from her hair so it could rub her swollen bud. With every movement of that knife her legs quivered and she moaned into the wood beneath her.

"Ooh yeah, yer getting so wet. Ya do like the feel of my knife in your pussy."

"Mac...st-stop it."

"Why? Yer practically dripping right now."

Mac began to move the knife faster, pumping it in and out of her in sync with the finger that continued to rub her swollen clit. She could not fight the shivers and moans that snaked through her body. At this point she could feel her own juices running down her leg and he just felt the need to say something.

"Damn yer wet. Lil fucking freak. Ya like Mac's knife in yer pussy don't ya bitch?"

She knew she had to answer him.

"Yes...Mac."

"Yes What?!"

"I like your knife in my pussy."

"Yeah?"

He began to move faster and harder now, rubbing her clit in hard circles. Emily nearly screamed as her orgasms hit her, one right after the other. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now as her whole body shivered harder with every movement of his dexterous fingers. She was so close to finally climaxing and she prayed her would let her this time.

"Yer gonna rust my blade at this rate."

She tried to ignore his deep southern accent as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Yer getting so close. Ya wanna cum?"

"Yes please Mac!"

"Not yet."

He yanked the handle from her so fast that it left her with a terrible ache that made her whole body burn with desire.

"Look at me."

He only had to say it once. Emily slowly managed to pull her head up and she was then forced to watch him lick her juices from the blade of the knife. There was something erotic about the sight of his tongue passing down that blade and the way his eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted her. Mac sucked his fingers clean and she heard a predatory moan deep in his throat as he finished cleaning his hands.

"I almost forgot how sweet yer pussy is."

Emily had hoped he was either done with her or would finish what he had started. He stepped over to her and for a moment she thought he might let her finally reach climax. Instead he grabbed her by the shackles on her wrists and hung her from the meathook attached to the rafters in the basement. That ache he had created only grew worse with every passing minute.

"Mac please don't leave me like this."

A slow smirk spread across his face.

"What's tha matter?"

He still had the knife in his hand and was swaying back and forth from one foot to another. Then he brought it up and began to slowly rub it across her swollen wet clit. Emily's head dropped back against her arms and she shivered. Now he was being a tease, she didn't even know he knew how to be a tease.

"Mac..."

"Ya want it...you'll have to beg for it."

There was absolutely no way she was going to beg him for that. She would not be begging Mac for that thing.

"Mac please."

"Ya better beg me or I'll leave yer ass hanging in this basement, just like this. It'll only get worse."

He slowly slid his index finger into her aching core and wiggled it just enough to make her ache even worse. The handle of the buck knife was still barely touching her clit. Her toes were curling and she winced in desperation.

"Come on, beg for it."

"Mac please...do it."

"Do what bitch? Ya better fucking say it. I ain't got all damn day!"

"Fuck me. Please fuck me."

It did not take him long to break her resolve. She felt the handle and his finger pull away and then she found herself bent over the work bench once again. Mac unzipped his jeans before she felt all of his length spread her hot silk and that knife began to rub against her clit once more.

"Not that. Put the knife down."

Mac grabbed her by her hair, yanking her head back so hard that her neck hurt. Then he bit down hard on her shoulder and she felt the skin pop under his dirty black teeth. A tendril of blood snaked down from the wound and trailed down between her breasts. This time he was rougher, pounding into her hard as he rubbed her sensitive flesh with the wooden handle of his buck knife. She wanted so much to die in this moment. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, twisted and disgusting but she was loving every bit of it. Her body was shivering harder with each passing moment and the feel of that handle on her clit was making her toes curl into the cold concrete floor. He finally let go of her neck and whispered in her ear.

"Yer gonna beg me to cum Emily. If you do without permission, yer punishment will be sever. It'll be nothing compared to what I did to you before."

Mac was ripping all control away from her. Now he was making her ask for permission every time she wanted something. She hated it and loved it at the same time. When he whispered in her ear, she moaned.

"Ya like that? Ya like being my bitch don't cha?"

"Yes Mac." She knew she had to answer him.

Emily felt her body tighten around him and she fought to keep her orgasm from crashing over her. He never specified if she had to ask him every single time she wanted to come. So, she would rather be safe than sorry.

"Mac I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum."

"How close are you Emily?"

The sound of her name on his lips was enough to make her almost lose control. But she bit her lip hard and managed to keep her control, before finally answering him.

"Now. Mac right now. I can't hold on much longer."

"All right."

She gasp as her orgasm finally washed over her in hard waves that left her legs limp. With every passing minute she continued to ask him for permission and in the moments before her climax finally hit her, he growled in her ear.

"Yer finally learning who's body this is."

He dug his nails into her thigh with his free hand when he said that and she shivered at the slight pain they caused. Once more she shivered hard and managed to hold her climax back.

"Mac please. Please let me climax...please."

"Oh, ya want my permission for that?"

"Please god yes."

Mac began to rub her clit a little faster now, making it all that much harder for her to keep control over her body. He knew exactly what that was doing to her and the sort of torture this was causing her. It seemed he wanted her to disobey him just once so he could punish her for her indiscretions. Emily refused to let go until he told her she could, she was not stupid, she knew what his angry fists could do to her body. The pain he could cause her if she dared to defy him.

"You think I should let you cum?"

That was a loaded question.

"Mac please. I...please."

He thrust his hips and slammed into her hard before shivering and spilling his hot seed. Then he yanked out of her so quick that she did not even have time to reach her final climax. Mac grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back, whispering in her ear.

"I don't think you've earned it yet."

"No please...please...Mac please don't leave me like this."

A filthy grin spread across his face and he said nothing more. He grabbed her by the shackles on her wrists and drug her over to the center of the room, hanging her once more from the ceiling. The ache she had felt deep in her core had been nothing compared to what she felt now. Mac had brought her to the very edge and then stopped. Those cold blue eyes raked over her naked form for a bit before he moved over and grabbed the whiskey bottle. She felt cold liquid splash down over her body and smelled it's strong acidic smell as he dumped part of the bottle over her head. Then he took a long swig of it before she watched him pull a dirty rag from his back pocket and wipe off his buck knife. As he stepped away from her and headed toward one of the random boxes of junk, she began to plead with him.

"Mac please don't do this to me. I'll do anything. Please..."

She wiggled and squirmed on the hook, trying to get some relief for the ache that continued to crawl its way up her inner walls. There was nothing she could do to stop what was happening to her. He moved over to her and pulled a strand of duct tape from a roll before ripping it off and placing it over her mouth. Finally he grabbed her by her throat and stared into her eyes.

"I ain't done punishing yer ass yet for what ya done. I'll decide when ya get relief."

Before he left, he spread her outer labia with his thumbs and licked from her aching core up to her clit. That only served to make her ache even worse. From beneath the duct tape she tried to beg him to stop this. But it only seemed to amuse him even more because he grinned even wider. Then she heard him ascend the stairs, the lights were flicked off and the door was closed. This man was a lot more evil than she had estimated him to be. There was a new dangerous element to him now, psychological warfare. That was not something she had anticipated him being capable of committing, but now she had seen him managed to do it to her. It was more destructive than all of the beatings he could possibly give her because if he broke her mentally, there was no chance of survival...