A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

A New Life

A week after the news about Beth's disappearance had gone by, and Beth was still chained to the bed. Her face was stained with tears, her legs resting numbly on the bed, hands cuffed to the headboard, and core pulsing in constant pain. Her body was littered in bruises, her neck having multiple hickeys, and a few bite marks here and there. Mac had refused to let her get up for anything other than taking her to the bathroom. And when he did, he always stood in the doorway and watched her, never giving her an ounce of privacy. He rarely fed her, maybe once every other day, and when he did it was nothing more than a cracker. Sometimes, just to torture her, he'd bring home KFC or McDonalds and sit next to her, eating casually. One time, Mac had lifted the bun off of his burger and found pickles. Disgusted, he'd taken them out and put one on each of her nipples. Then another one on her nose, close enough for her to smell it yet too far for her to eat it. And she was starving. Whenever Mac wasn't home, she'd cry without worrying if Mac would come in on her in the act of sobbing. Today he was home, though, just sitting in the living room watching TV.

Beth sat quietly, closing her eyes in an attempt to take a nap. Naps seemed to make time fly, until she woke up to Mac fucking her violently. And after a while, she'd given up on trying to take a nap, and instead she looked out the window, watching as a pair of hawks soared freely against the sunset sky, circling around each other in a fun game until one dove down, the other following, only to fly straight up again, calling to the other one. Then, Beth watched in envy as the two birds flew away, heading towards the deep red canyons. She felt a tear roll down her cheek, envying their freedom and ability to fly. She wondered what it'd be like to fly. To sprout wings all of a sudden and break out of her cuffs, just as Mac would burst through the door, yelling at her to lay down. But she wouldn't listen. She'd take off and smash the window, flying out into the sky while Mac screamed at her. She would fly to freedom, fly back home and give her father a hug, promising to never leave Georgia again.

That dream was cut short by the sound of heavy boots making their way down the hall. Beth's eyes squeezed shut and her legs flew open. She'd discovered that if she seemed willing, Mac would be somewhat gentler with her. Not by much, but it was still there. The bedroom door swung open, making Beth flinch as it hit the wall.

"Nice try, sugar tits. Yer lucky I fucked some whore at the bar." Mac muttered, walking over to her but not touching her. He just stood there, and Beth was terrified to open her eyes. Then she felt his fingertips graze her thigh, traveling up her body, passed her stomach, over her breasts, along her neck, up to her hairline, where he smoothed a piece of hair back to behind her ear. She tried to stifle the whimpers that wanted to be known, and luckily they caught in her throat. Then she felt his hot breath hit her hairline, moving little bits of her once shiny blonde hair. "Get up. Ya smell like shit." He growled, uncuffing her. She sat up with some hesitation, debating whether or not this was a trap.  "Well? Ya gonna get in the shower or am I gonna have to hose ya down?" Mac demanded, roughly grabbing her wrist and yanking her off the bed.

Mac dragged her into the bathroom where he slammed the door shut, locking it too. For a brief second Beth wondered if he'd thrown her in here to fuck again, and her fears started rising as Mac started to strip down. "Get in the shower, bitch." He muttered, pulling off a very torn up sock and tossing it onto his clothes. Beth didn't move, terrified for what he was planning. Was he going to kill her now? After all, blood could wash down into the drain, making it look like a clean death....

Mac glanced up at her, his face hardening. "I said get in the shower." He growled, standing up straight. Beth hesitated before stepping into the shower, and Mac followed her in, shutting the curtains and starting the water. "Finally got my generator runnin' so imma take a shower with ya." He explained, grabbing some soap and starting to scrub at his toned, tanned body. Beth had to admit that once his body was cleaned off, he looked somewhat attractive. But looks could be deceiving. Beth knew that very well. She glanced him up and down, noticing all the outlined muscles. When her eyes got down to his waist, however, Mac suddenly turned around, making it look like Beth was staring at his shaft. She quickly looked away, hoping Mac hadn't seen. She didn't want to look at his penis, it was just kinda there. She was hoping Mac didn't think she wanted that horrible thing.