LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 08 - Party

If he had a gun, he would shoot Day and Itt in the face before Nan, Mac thought. He hated their presence. Not only did he have to tolerate them existing on the Earth, now a club? Hell no, he didn't want to mingle with a bunch of dimwits who played a role in his kidnapping and subsequent captivity, thank you very much. Nan had picked him up as usual this evening and walking up to the bedroom, he saw his white suit laid out on the bed.

" why are you messing with my stuff? They're expensive you know...oh wait...You don't because you can't afford it" Mac snickered, picking up his attire. He was in fight mode, having been told in the car to get ready for Day's Cast Off Party. Neil had called mid drive to remind Nan, phone on speaker. So, Nan was leaving it for the very last minute, not informing Mac but just planning on dragging him along, like he did everyday. //asshole//

Putting his attire back in the closet, he slammed the door close.

" you're coming Mac, that's final"

" and what makes you think I take orders from you?" had Nan grabbing his arm, twisting it behind his back, a curse , followed by Mac's knees hitting the floor.

" if I have to drag you naked out there, I will. So choose, suit or not" Nan threatened, pulling Mac's arm higher, hands clutching in pain at Nan's knees. Shoulder pinned, Mac had to agree before Nan dislocated it. The last time Nan had done it was in the basement, three days after Mac got here. Twisting his chain, attached to the wall, Nan had tugged harshly midst of violating him , Mac's screams echoing off basement walls. Once Nan was done, they had realized his arm looked odd. Unchaining him, semi conscious, an underling had grabbed him from behind, holding him in place while Nan popped it back into place. Pain more intense than the initial break, Mac had passed out.

Dressing in his Versace white suit, Mac looked like a prince beside his slave, the leather clad jacket and black jeans looking cheap. Nan winding multiples thin chains around his wrist, Mac had failed to see the leash, shouting when similar chains were put on his neck, coming to rest at the base of his throat.

" what the fuck , get this dog chains off me!"

" they're not cheap like you think....quality goods for good dogs" Nan said, patting Mac's shoulder. Hands at the chains, intent on removing them, halted at Nan's next lines.

" you can either walk or crawl in them. Choose wisely" had Mac seething.

The place was some strip club in an elite part of town, everyone was someone to get in here, a rich kid, a businessman, money talked here. To think Nan got in, was an amazement but then, it was Nick who had arranged for this party. They spotted them as soon as they walked in past the dark curtains.//oh great!// the entire gang was here to grit on Mac's nerves. Neil and Nick, Gear and Night, Day and Itt. He turned sharp right last the entrance, Nan's hands stopping him, brows raised.

" toilet " Mac said flatly, pointing towards the sign. He needed to compose himself a bit before the meet. This was the first time he was meeting all of them after Nan took him. Shame clouded his mind, at his helplessness.

" finish and meet me. Don't think of running Mac...." he warned, walking away.

Staring at his reflection in the toilet mirror, he looked...well...good actually. The suit fitted him well, hair styled, body in shape, he looked like the same old Mac but reality wasn't it, was it? Everyone knew he was warming Nan's bed but had anyone cared? Did Day even bother to ask if Nan had executed his orders entirely including letting him go? Nope because he didn't care. Did his Dad fuss and demand Mac return home? No, he too didn't care // but you were never home Mac to begin with// a small voice supplied. A regretful sigh. True. He couldn't blame Dad for this one. Coaxing himself, muttering, calm down Mac, just an hour or two then you can go Home. Nan's home. Away from all these attention, his heart comforted him. Composed, he straightened his suit jacket, a last look in the mirror before walking out.