Mac yanked her face away from his with a fist full of wet hair. Looking up into her onyx eyes the gravity of just how much of a hold on him she had dawned on him.
"Les see how much ya love meh when 'm done makin' ya bleed." he hissed venomously at her, releasing her mane to dig his fingers into her hips.
"I'm already bleeding, stupid." she chuckled, not catching onto his swift change of mood through her happy drug induced haze while he forced her hips downward.
The harsh simultaneous sting of his nails breaking her skin and a swift fist crashing into her face in response to her joke make Kristy realize he wasn't playing. Paying no mind to yet another bruise created by the man underneath her she narrowed her eyes at him before a sympathetic expression came over her features.
"Do what you gotta do." she insisted, spreading her arms wide, opening her body up to his violence.
When Mac made no move to strike her again she leaned in close.
"In the end you'll still be scared and I'll still be here no matter how much pain you give me." she whispered, getting to the real cause of his sudden mood swing.
The force with which he pushed her sent Kristy flying backwards into the tiled wall just behind the tub, water spilling out over the edge as he made his escape and she fought to hang onto consciousness. Blinking away the black edges threatening to take over her vision. She knew she had to get out of the water lest she pass out and drown while Mac was busy freaking out.
'At least I don't have to worry about him drugging me again, lord knows he can't handle what truth comes out of my mouth.' she thought as she weakly pulled herself over the edge and landed face first on the tiles, effectively knocking herself out cold.
Mac looked down at the lifeless body at his feet, the face not even recognizable anymore, entrails strung up around the slashed neck, tied in a knot like some kind of sick intestine bow tie, bloody orifices filled with his cum. He hadn't indulged in this type of release in some time, the fear Krystal's words of affection created triggering his need.
His mind was clear now and he was calm, ready to go home. 'Home.' He'd never thought of Cainville as home, or his house, or even hers. She was his home. He was ready to accept that. Somewhere in the middle of breaking the ribs and cutting out the whore's heart he realized he didn't have to be afraid because he'd never allow Krystal to leave.
'I'll rip er fuckin' heart out 'fore I ever let er go.' he vowed to himself, rolling the mangled body over the canyon's edge with a shove of his boot.
As he parked next to her suv a darkened house greeted him. He figured she'd gone to bed, expecting him to come back when he cooled off. Only, when he entered the bedroom there was no comforting outline of her body on the mattress against the moonlight spilling through the window as he'd expected. When he flipped the light on to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him the panic and fear came surging back when electricity confirmed the bed was empty.
"Krystal!" he roared, making his way from room to room throwing light switches, his pulse quickening with each empty room he found.
A soft canine whine met his ears from the direction of the bathroom making him sprint to the other end of the house. The seashell shaped scones lining the walls illuminated bloody paw prints all over the floor like the dog had paced back and fourth for a length of time before resigning to lie next to her, his head perched on her lower back.
She was naked, face down in a puddle of blood. From where he was standing it looked like she wasn't breathing. What she'd said earlier about not remembering fear until she imagined losing him rang through his head while that true fear shot through him. Haus yowling at him as if to say "Do something asshole!" snapped Mac into action.
Shooing the dog aside he knelt next to her, relief washing over him when he saw small ripples in the pool of blood underneath her face. She was breathing. Mac checked the back of her head first, searching for an injury, finding only another lump on the back of her skull to replace the one that had just disappeared a few days prior. Rolling her over onto her back he found the source of all the blood. Her nose had obviously broken her fall.
Now that he knew she wasn't dead or dying Mac enjoyed a chuckle of the mental image of her clumsy ass faceplanting, bumbling to get out of the tub after he left. He felt a little payback was in order for the broken nose she'd given him and fixed out of sadistic enjoyment. He still had wicked bruising from that one. Now they would match. Setting his hands along her face to mimic what she'd done that day he snapped her cartilage back into place quickly, hoping he'd done it correctly.
The scream that ripped from her lips scared Mac half to death, making him jump and drop her head back onto the floor. "Brain damage" was all he could make out through the hands holding her face, muffling out what was no doubt curse words and growls, some in different languages.
"Ya knocked yerself out goddamnit!" he barked when she called him an asshole in Spanish.
"Yeah thanks to you going all caveman on me and knocking my coordination to hell first." she hissed, struggling to stand using the counter top.
While she was splashing blood from her face with cupped handfuls of water she began going over sideways, not even noticing. Another concussion would have resulted if Mac hadn't caught her.
"Yer goin' ta bed 'fore ya fuckin' kill yerself." he ordered, dragging Kristy into the bedroom with a firm grip under her armpits when she went limp in rebellion.
"You're not supposed to let people with concussions sleep." she informed him snottily, digging her heels into the floor to hinder him in any way possible. "I could slip into a coma."
"Good." he snapped, throwing her up onto the mattress, watching as she landed on her stomach, bouncing a time or two.
"I'd finally get me some peace 'n quiet." he added, smacking her naked ass before she could roll over.
"You can sleep in the truck tonight Mackenzie!" she squawked after him as he headed towards the kitchen to heat himself some leftovers.
Hours later she was still awake when the TV was switched off and footsteps made their way to the bedroom. Keeping her back to him she listened to rustling clothing until his weight settled on the other side of the bed. His body heat scorching against her back and a heavy arm encircling her stomach made her lips twitch a bit.
"Nous allons tuer les uns les autres un jour." We will kill each other one day she told him softly, confident he would pull away from her, embarrassed at being caught snuggling up to her while they were both still awake.
Instead Mac tightened his hold, curling a dominating leg over hers, digging his nails into her flesh. He had no intention of letting go. Ever.