Kristy had already dragged the body half way through the tunnel when Mac found her. Grabbing booted feet without having to be asked he helped to carry the dead weight the rest of the way.
Collapsing next to the corpse she reclined against a stone wall, enjoying the slight breeze whistling down the tunnel which circulated the cool musty cave air, caressing the sheen of sweat, dirt, and blood coating her body.
Her eyes shifted from looking up at Mac while she lightly panted to the hiking boots poking out from behind rusty barrels blocking her view of the mattress.
"They won't be here for another hour and a half, maybe two. It's going to take a miracle for them to get their hands on an industrial size quantity of sulfuric acid." she sighed, trying to think of another effective way to destroy the bodies.
"I suppose I could attempt making some, it's just vitriol and diluted battery acid." she muttered to herself, rising from her spot to approach the worktable which held an array of chemicals.
Mac watched as she passed the unconscious captive, glancing at him quickly. Her chemistry focused brain not registering the face she was seeing right away. A second later the light bulb kicked on and she whirled back around to stare open-mouthed at the golden haired man bound to the wall.
"We are so fucked." she breathed out once she picked her jaw up off the floor, hands buried in her snare of midnight locks.
Walking to her side Mac looked down at him, grinning a little when Adam's eyelids started fluttering. Floating back to the waking nightmare that awaited him.
"M' gonna cut that fagget up so bad ya aint gonna recognize em when m' done." he drawled as he leaned in close to her ear.
"No, you're not." she told him firmly, crossing her arms and pursing her lips into a thin line.
Kristy couldn't believe what a shit storm today had turned out to be. There she was just minding her own business, making meth, talking to herself, killing the hours until she could crawl back into the hole she'd made home and then bam. Fucking chaos and Mac. Of course those two went hand in hand.
"Wutcha don' want me messin' up pretty boy's face? Don' think yer keppin' em 'cuz that aint happen'in. No way in hell!" he roared, jealousy surging inside him when he pictured Krystal riding the sculpted fucker, making him her playtoy.
She couldn't help but eye roll at that one. The idea of her wanting to keep Adam around for her own amusement highly laughable in her mind and yet another insecurity in his.
Uncurling her folded arms she reached up to fist the hair at the scruff of Mac's neck, cutting him off mid rant with a forceful shove of her tongue into his mouth.
His eyebrows shot up in pleasant surprise and his hands moved to her waist, clutching her hips where his boxers met bare skin, pulling her forward to grind his slowly hardening dick against her mound.
"You can fuck up his face as much as you want." she gasped when she pulled away for air, rubbing herself back against his solidifying length. "Just don't kill him."
"Why, whadda yew care?" he snapped, pulling away from her angrily.
"I care if you and I get thrown in prison." she snapped back before reminding herself what was fueling his attitude.
"He's grown up here his entire life, his brother too I assume. If they both just disappear on a hike it's going to be highly suspicious. They're not inexperienced tourists." she explained, at a loss for what to say when Mac continued to glare at her.
"I'm just asking that you don't kill him until Walter gets here and we have his opinion on the situation. I don't…I don't know what to do." she admitted, looking up at him with a slightly scared expression, not having all the answers for once.
A groan from the mattress stole their attention from one another to the unfocused green eyes trying to see them clearly.
"Bout time sleepin' beauty." Mac spat, strutting up to kick Adam in his side, making him wheeze.
Uninterested in watching Mac take out his inner issues on their captive Kristy set to properly cleaning up the work station before attempting to make her own version of the corrosive chemical they needed with the sound of an epic beating as her background music.
Mac paused in his assault to catch his breath, satisfied at the broken nose and several missing pearly teeth that were the result of his effort. When Adam's swollen emerald eyes shifted in the direction of the noise Krystal was creating as she fiddled with jars an idea struck Mac.
One he would most definitely enjoy. And would serve as the beginning of Krystal's punishment for the hell she'd put him through in the past week.
"Kristy, git over here." he ordered, a naughty smirk on his face as he crooked his finger at her.
"You'd think working him over would take some of that nasty piss and vinegar out of you." she grumbled, making her way to Mac's side only for him to grab for her, positioning her in front of him, grinding his hardon against her ass.
"Where's my brother." Adam coughed out, spitting blood and another tooth at Kristy's feet, his speech flawed due to the gaps.
"Maark!" he called out, not waiting for them to answer him.
"I killed him." she informed him softly, leaning back into Mac, watching first horror and then denial flash over Adam's face, making him shake his head.
"You're lying!" he screamed, a sob slipping out as he thrashed, tugging at his bindings desperately.
"She alotta thangs but she aint no liar." Mac barked, slipping his arms around her bare stomach, leaning over to place his chin on her shoulder.
"She killed em alright, shredded his ass like he was a pig fer slaughter. Choked tha life outta em while I was fuckin' er on toppa em." he taunted Adam with a sick grin.
"Sh' got off on it too. Made meh proud." he praised her, adding a wet kiss to her cheek with his last statement.
"Hows it make ya feel ta know tha bitch ya been sniffin' after gutted yer kin?" he asked, only getting sobs and curses from the pitiful creature whom he was psychologically torturing for his own enjoyment.
"Yew an me both know yew'd still fuck er if ya had tha chance." he mused, Adam proving him right when his blackening eyes swept up the length of her body.
From her long dirty legs with white substance dripping down them to the red plaid boxers hanging loosely off her hips. To the expanse of bare stomach claimed by Mac's arms, to her black blood-soaked shirt outlining hardened nipples. Up to her indifferent face.
"But ya aint never gonna get that chance." he vowed, slipping his hand down past the waistband of the boxers, making her jump in surprise.
"Mac what are you doing?" she hissed, sucking in a sharp breath when his rough callused fingers brushed against the side of her clit, causing her to struggle against the arm curled around her middle.
"We gonna give em a lil show, last thing he'll ever see." Mac replied, shushing her with a sharp nip to her neck.
"Relax, lemmie take carea yew." he growled in her ear when she kept squirming, ghosting his fingertips over her already engorged nub from their earlier session that'd held no end for her.
When she stilled aside from grinding down on the fingers massaging her insides Mac slowly trailed his other hand upwards, pushing her makeshift crop top up until her left breast was exposed to him and Adam. His hand spread possessively wide over the generous globe, squeezing and releasing, kneading her chest like a cat, making an appreciative sound emerge from her.
A pained yelp squeaked out when Mac twisted her nipple harshly but a rotten grin painted his face when the fingers inside her were squeezed tightly at the same time.
Adam looked away in revulsion but his eyes kept trailing back to the debauched scene before him time and time again as Mac brought her right to the teetering edge before pulling back and starting over.
"Please Mac." she begged, her trembling legs threatening to give out, buckle under the weight of the torturous pleasure, the taunting end he kept denying her.
"Tell em whatcha want." he instructed, jerking his chin at Adam, retracting his digits from her clenching depths to lick their combined juices from his almost pruned fingers.
"I ah…" she began thickly, swallowing hard, trying to form the words, flushing out of embarrassment.
"I want Mac to fuck me." she cried out in almost a whine when Mac's freshly cleaned fingers returned to torture her again at her momentary silence.
"Good gurl." he chuckled darkly, enjoying her rare show of obedience.
As soon as the praise left his lips he was gone, no longer there to hold her unsteady body up. Kristy was forced to regain her balance lest she end up with a face full of dirt, concentrating on staying upright, not paying attention to the clanking and cluttering going on behind her.
"Drop ma drawers n' come 'ere" he commanded, making her turn shakily to find him sitting in a rickety folding lawn chair with his jeans pooled around his ankles.
Mac slouched down with his ass hanging off the edge, his naked cock standing proudly at attention for her. Beckoning her forward with a teasingly slow curling finger.
With careful steps she approached him, slipping from the shorts before attempting to sit on him with her legs closed for privacy.
"Nuh-uh, spread em so's he can see what he's been tryina steal from me." he ordered sternly, making her re-position her legs outside of his.
A firm hand on her lower back guided her down onto his thick length, another hand on her hip preventing her from going too fast.
"Goddamn even tightern' I r'member." Mac hissed, watching his dick disappear inside her scorching depths.
A deep intake of air accompanied her descent, enjoying the details she could take in when he entered her slowly, every ridge and vein, every sensation savored.
When she was finally maneuvered the last inch that always seemed to demand a little stretching on her part Mac gripped her hips, keeping her still when she tried to rise up once more.
"Beg." he demanded, shooting a devilish grin at her when she glared back at him over her shoulder.
Reaching down between his legs Kristy gently cupped the part of his anatomy she'd injured so many times before, making him stiffen in fear beneath her.
Instead of the searing pain Mac expected to come next he felt something akin to heaven as she gently rolled his balls in her palm, massaging them carefully before lightly running her nails along his sack.
Kristy smirked back at him when he let a deep involuntary groan slip out, his cock witching inside her confines, his eyes and face scrunched tight.
"Cut that shit out les ya want me blowin' ma load 'fore ya get yers." he growled, leaning up to cautiously pry her hands away when she continued her ball fondling.
Pulling her back to lie against his chest Mac positioned her feet on either side of his thighs, making her rise up slightly so his hips could move freely.
"Yer gonna scream." he promised, taking her earlobe between his rotting teeth, slowly withdrawing all but the head before slamming back inside, only getting a whimper.
She was holding back. Rearing backward for another strike Mac snaked a hand down her front, confusing her when he stopped just shy of her pelvic bone, pressing down into her lower abdomen with his palm.
This time he was rewarded the ear piercing reaction he desired, giving up the slow withdraw to rail her repeatedly, enjoying the hard nudge his hand got each time his dick slammed into her spot.
Adam tried his hardest to block it out but the sounds Kristy made had him harder than steel, painfully straining against his khakis. Every time his eyes tried to remain clenched shut it seemed some invisible demon pried them back open. Forcing him to take in the sight of her draped over that disgusting hick in ecstasy, completely enraptured by the blue eyed devil grinning over her shoulder at him.
Watching him watch them. Her coal eyes rolling back in their sockets, his member violating her drenched pussy, her hands snaking through his greasy hair, blackened teeth claiming marred flesh. They were sickening and even he couldn't deny they were made for each other. Two children of Lucifer thriving in his desert playground.
"Yer makin' em mess in his pants." Mac growled lightly around a mouthful of her skin while delivering another harsh stroke.
Kristy's only answer being to pull his hair harder, grinding her hips in quick circles, effectively shutting him up for the moment.
She never wanted it to end, this sinful torture, their illicit fall from grace. She didn't necessarily believe in god so much after what she'd witnessed in her lifetime but she believed wholeheartedly in the devil and the abyss he reigned over.
Not in the Christian sense but that god and the devil resided in every person, that heaven and hell already made up the world around them. It just so happened people like herself and Mac had more of the devil in them than most others.
If the Christians were right in their theory she'd ride Mac straight to Hades if it meant they'd be there together for all eternity, fire and brimstone be damned.
If it weren't for that little piece of god in her crying out for her to leave.
A rough fingertip brought her back to the present. Out of her fractured mind and into the powerful sensation Mac had been building inside her. Diligently tending to the fire, fanning her flames higher with every stroke.
Adding more pressure on her abdomen along with a wriggling finger to the protruding bundle of nerves reaching out for his touch, he doubled his efforts. When her body began to tremble, those tiny shivers intensifying into convulsions, he knew she was close, hanging just over the precipice.
"Cum fer yer big brother." he rasped against the shell of her ear, depravity dripping from his words, the very immorality of the command pushing her over the edge.
Kristy sank her teeth into his neck in almost exactly the same place she had weeks before. This time not breaking the skin, just needing something to hold onto while the world crashed down around her and he forced her thighs apart. He kept them open with domineering force as she writhed so Adam could witness the spurts of liquid Mac had worked so hard for.
He allowed himself to cum just as her pulsating spasms around his cock began to weaken, the rest of her body already a twitching mass of satisfied nerve endings. After a few jets of hot liquid deposited inside her womb he was in the same limp state as her, slumping further into the abused chair. Capturing her in steely arms when she began sliding down his body.
Adam looked away, shamefully aware of the dark patch in the front of his pants that had resulted from his hips bucking on their own accord and the visual stimulation of their combined fluids running down Mac's balls, dripping into the dirt. He prayed for a quick death, trying to imagine he was anywhere but there.
"That would be little brother." she hoarsely corrected him, turning to press her forehead against the racing pulse in his neck. "I'm older."
"Nah yer wrong." he insisted groggily, fighting the post sex chemicals trying to pull him into sleep.
"Am not, I'm far more mature, it makes perfect sense." she countered, pulling at his small patch of chest hair to hypocritically accentuate her maturity.
"I was born four years b'fore yew. Ya aint older ya lil brat." Mac growled, resting his chin on her head and snatching her offending hand away from its painful endeavor.
"Until I see a birth certificate or drivers license stating otherwise, I'm older." she proclaimed, dislodging Mac's softened dick to get up and retrieve her borrowed underwear.
"Your own brother? That's fucking sick." Adam sneered in disgust, watching as she slipped the cotton shorts up her legs, getting a foot full of dirt kicked in his face for his comment.
"Nothings been confirmed yet!" she screeched, landing a blow to his already concaved cheekbone.
Kristy stomped to retrieve her cigarettes from a nearby worktable with Adam's words ringing through her head, making her feeble conscience emerge, reminding her of the painful events that may come. Taking her own earlier advice she returned to Mac's now clothed lap, settling herself in while handing her smoke back to him.
In the time it took for the cavalry to arrive their victim had succeeded in goading Kristy into beating him within an inch of his life, switching to degrading Mac when comments about their possible incestuous relationship no longer provoked her.
Backing the truck right up to the cave's entrance Walter and Devon had no idea what to expect. Obviously someone was dead, Mac they hoped. But screams echoing down the tunnel told them someone was alive.
Rounding the corner they were disappointed to find him lounging in a chair, a beer in his hand and a putrid grin plastered on his face as he watched something highly entertaining. Walking closer they found his amusement in the form of a filthy, rabid, half clothed girl digging her finger into a bullet hole in the shoulder of a nearly dead man.
"Bout fuckin' time." Mac sassed, making Kristy pause in her grisly activity to glance up at the new arrivals.
Walter looked from the mangled corpse a few feet away to the whimpering individual restrained on the mattress, to the murderess standing to address them.
"What happened." he demanded flatly, his mood souring when he recognized just who she'd been torturing.
"They stumbled on the cave. I did what I had to do to protect the business." she offered with a shrug, absentmindedly wiping her bloodied hand across her forehead. "I didn't let Mac kill Adam in case you had another plan of action…considering who they are."
Walter looked her over before he said anything. The way she carried herself and the manner in which she spoke suggested she was back on track. Though her appearance screamed otherwise. He prayed her stint with insanity was over, he couldn't afford to have two Macs on his hands.
"Kill him. What else can we do, send him home on his word that he'll never say anything?" he asked sarcastically, turning to start unloading the supplies she'd ordered, snagging Devon by the arm who had been wide eyed and silent the entire time.
"He's all yours." Kristy proclaimed, turning to look at Mac meaningfully before walking away to assist in the unloading.
Pleading turned to agonized inhuman howls behind her before silence reigned. She was surprised, she thought Mac would have drawn it out given what Adam represented to him.
'Maybe that means he's over it.' she thought hopefully, accepting a rolled blue tarp.
Once the bodies were placed on the tarps she was ready to begin Mac's lesson.
"All we could find was a hatchet." Devon timidly squeaked, offering her the weapon at arms length, clearly terrified.
"That'll do nicely." she affirmed, snatching it roughly just to make him jump.
"I suppose I was going a little Patrick Bateman with the ax." she muttered to herself, making all those around her look confused. "What? American Psycho? …It was a good movie." she grumbled at their incredulous looks.
"You have to cut them up into smaller pieces so you can make sure everything disintegrates." she explained, looking over her shoulder as she crouched next to the body, finding she had not one but three students watching closely.
Devon flinched, moving to stand slightly behind his father when she brought the hatchet down where Adam's arm connected to his shoulder, severing the limb in three swings.
"Where'd ya learn this?" Mac asked, moving in closer as she rose with the arm in hand.
"Joe taught me everything I needed to know in order to survive in the drug world." She summarized, stepping towards the acid bin.
"Father figure, dead." Devon interjected in a whisper when Walter began to ask, ever the leaky information sieve.
"Now we want to do this carefully and slowly with each piece to avoid backsplash." she instructed, lowering the arm cautiously into the clear liquid, letting it go when all but the fingertips she was holding onto were submerged.
She couldn't help but smile at the expressions of excitement and fascination taking over Mac's face as he watched the flesh sizzle and disappear into a black sludge. He looked like a little boy beholding the wonders of a baking soda volcano for the first time.
"I wanna try!" he giddily exclaimed, grabbing the hatchet and going for the gold, chopping through Adam's neck.
With a fistful of sunny blond hair in his grasp Mac gingerly lowered the head into the acid, jumping back when the liquid left him with golden locks still clutched in his hand.
"No trophies." she chided when he tried to pocket the hair, watching until he begrudgingly threw the strands in and stood back to watch as the emerald eyes he loathed turned to goo.
Hours later with their first two body disposals of the day done Krystal and Mac set out to eradicate a staggering amount of remains scattered about the canyons. Mac opted to deal with the most recent one himself rather than have her know what he'd done to the body afterwards.
Mac insisted they shower together, not willing to let her out of his sight for even a second now that he had her back.
"I wasn't in my right mind when I took off, you know that right?" she questioned over her shoulder as he lightly ran a soapy cloth along a new slash in her back.
"I was never really gone, I kept tabs on you when I wasn't cooking, watched you search for me." she continued at his silence, knowing she'd damaged his trust in her if he'd had any to begin with.
"I'm sorry." she whispered pleadingly, hanging her head in regret.
Mac pressed his forehead against the back of her neck, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and chest, letting out a long sigh against her skin. He was just glad it was over.
Bathed and fed they completed the last step in destroying evidence, burning their clothes.
That's how Walter found them, huddled side by side in front of a fire like nothing had ever happened, the envelope he carried in hand containing something that could potentially rip them apart again.
"This came in today." he gruffly called out, lifting the envelope in the air, announcing his approach to prevent getting shot.
Kristy visibly gulped at the sight of the approaching ultimatum. She felt Mac curl an arm around her, his body trembling a little as he watched her reach out for it, sharply dismissing Walter once it was in her grasp.
Glaring down at the white rectangle a moment she turned her head to look at the man beside her, his face a stone mask that slipped for a few seconds to reveal fear and pain. Looking away from his crystal eyes she slid her thumbnail beneath the envelope's edge, ripping it open in a swift motion. With a deep breath she slipped a paper from within, the seal of a medical facility and the beginning of an opening statement glaring back at them.
Rather than unfold the ominous document Kristy pulled from her jeans pocket the very thing that had lead her there searching for the answers in her other hand. Reading the words on the reverse side one last time she gazed back at Mac before tossing everything in the fire.
"Tha fuck ya doin'?" he growled, jumping up to try snatching the results from the fire before the flames could erase the words on the page, pulling his hands back when he failed, watching as the edges ignited.
"It doesn't matter if I'm Walter's." she reasoned, her eyes trained on the flames erasing the image of her mother.
"Whyn' tha hell not?" he demanded, more than a little pissed off after all the shit she'd put him through over the results currently burning in the fire, relieved beyond belief at the same time.
"Because I'm yours." she admitted, her eyes shifting to his relieved face as she marveled at how true that statement was.
Krystal watched as the first true smile she'd ever seen appeared on Mac's face.
Deep in the heart of the Colombian jungle in a lavish compound a man dressed in a fine cream suit sat in front of a computer screen, deeply displeased.
The monitor shown the image of a man on the brink of merciful death. No eyes were present to look back at the webcam before him, long ago burnt out by hot steel needles. Bare muscle shown where the skin had been peeled from the majority of his body, festering wounds covered what skin remained. His fingers and toes had been broken one by one before eventually being cut off, leaving him with useless limbs that had also been broken in an attempt to get answers.
It was a morbid miracle he was still hanging on after all these months, infection and fever ravaging his already destroyed body.
"Joe I ask you only one more time. Where is the girl?" the man calmly asked the camera, pinching the bridge of his caramel pigmented nose.
A small surge of hope ran through him as the weak figure lifted its head slowly. Opening his mouth as if to speak Joe stuck his tongue out, biting down with all the strength his broken jaw possessed over and over until a large pink chunk dropped from his face. Spitting a mouthful of blood that threatened to choke him to death in the direction the voice came from.
With a swift hand motion to the men holding the prisoner, a bullet ended his suffering.
Slamming the screen down the man turned his attention to the shard of meth that resembled rose quartz resting in the palm of his hand before addressing the leftist guerrilla soldiers awaiting his command.
"Find her."
Mac's Note to all the Macs girls out there: "Yall bitches best be on tha lookout fer Dangerous Recipe 2: Fatal Formula."