Control

Control (A short Mac Story -1-)

She had been here before.
Her hands running across the jagged wall of the cave, stopping at the spot of dried blood caked to the cave's wall. The jutting piece of rock still there.
She jammed her hand hard on the sharp piece, re-opening the wound, crying out at the sharp pain that shot through her.
She could say it hurt, but it didn't. Not really.
Truth was, she craved the pain.
Wanted it.
Needed it.
It made her feel.
She needed to feel.
Something.
Anything.
She had been asking around about him.
The elusive mad man of this county.
Needed to learn from him.
She would come here, hoping that one day, he would be here.
She knew it would probably be the fight of her life; coming into a cave she knew belonged to him.
She would sometimes leave her calling card...smeared blood on the wall, or drops of blood puddled on the cave floor...for him to find.
She was playing with fire.
He could kill her if he so chose.
But she was willing to take her chances.
Thing was, she needed to have someone pay for what Declan had done to her.
Unfortunately, this was the only place she could think of to take him.
She sat by the small fire pit she had started, bringing the bottle of Jameson she had brought with her to her lips, drinking an impressive gulp, feeling the fire start in her belly.
She welcomed the warmth, since she always felt so cold...
Declan had done that to her.
Taken the warmth from her body.
Leaving the dark hole inside.
She drank some more, remembering the screams from that night. The deep penetration caused from his hard thrusts, the glass bottle he had driven inside her when his dick went limp.
She had felt the blood running down her legs, her begging for him to stop...hearing the dark laughter in her mind as he fucked her again...this time with his fingers, making her watch as he licked the blood from her damaged pussy; from his fingers.
He had clipped his nails to jagged points, scraping them inside her pussy, feeling like he was rubbing her clit with sharp talons, raking it, as she screamed in pain.
Again, he had laughed.
But the assault wasn't over yet.
She lay on his bedroom floor, a crying, broken, bruised and bloody mess...trying to crawl to his door. Begging him to let her go.
He had gone over, rolling her over onto her back, throwing her legs over his shoulders.
Grinning at her...he had wanted her to notice the silver glint coming from his teeth.
He had bent down, close to her face, rolling the razor blade in his mouth with his tongue. Enjoying the fear in her eyes.
"No! Please! No!" she had screamed.
She would always remember the darkness in his eyes as he went down on her, the blade slicing through the inside of her cunt...
She didn't remember anything after that.
She had woken up in an alley, by a dumpster.
She was trash to him. A piece of garbage...
She was finally healed...months later...and she needed him to pay.
That's why she needed Mac.
Needed him to show her what to do.
Hoping against hope he would hear the new girl in town was looking for him.

Mac strode into the bar, slapping the ass of some tramp leaning over the pool table.
"Hey, Mac," she purred. "Long time no see...anyone keeping you warm tonight?"
"Maybe you, if you're lucky, bitch." he laughed, flicking his cigarette at her.
He made it to the bar. Kyle handed him his beer of choice. "Mac, for fuck's sake! Please don't smoke in here."
"You gonna stop me?" he asked. "I'd like to see you fucking try." he leaned his elbows on the bar. "Always the same cheap pussies in here, man." he muttered.
Kyle leaned over the bar. "You haven't heard?" he said in a low voice.
"Heard what? Not many people like talking to the meth head killer," he gave a crooked smile. "You know, if I was any of those things." he gave a sarcastic laugh.
Kyle shook his head. "Some chick is looking for you. Fucking hot, too. Apparently just moved here from the city."
"New ass in town? Looking for me, huh?" Mac was intrigued.
"I dunno what the hell she wants with you. Been here a couple times. Always wants to know if you've been here." Kyle stepped back, taking the good whiskey off the top shelf, pouring a shot for Mac. He slid it over to him. "You're not going to like it, but some have seen her going into the cave."
Mac's eyes narrowed, growing dark. "I'll fuck her up good if I find her there." he growled. He slammed the shot down, finding his cigarettes, and lighting one
"Come on, Mac!" Kyle groaned.
Mac gave him the finger. "Fuck you, man." he spat out.
His blood was boiling.
"Fuck!" he snarled, walking out of the bar, heading with a purpose to his truck.
"Am I going with you, baby?" the bitch called after him.
"Fuck off, whore." he tossed the words over his shoulder.
New bitch was looking for him, huh? Hope she fucking knows what she's in for. He thought to himself.

Kayla was transfixed by the fire. She should have left by now. But couldn't bring herself to leave.
The Jameson was going down too easy. "Pure." she laughed. "My fucking name means 'Pure.' Fucking ironic." she took another swig from the bottle.
She barely felt the hands pulling her hair back, the feel of the knife point at her jugular.
"You looking for me, Bitch?"
He was here.
He was finally here.
She started to tremble.
"You better be scared." he yanked her hair harder, sliding the cold weapon against her throat.
She couldn't help it. She started to laugh.
Mac was taken aback. "Are you fucking crazy?" he asked.
"If you wanted to slit my throat, you would've. You're Mac? The guy who everyone is scared of?" she took her hand, gripping the knife by the blade, closing her hand over it, yanking it from his hands.
He fell back on the cave floor. "What the fuck?!" he was incredulous, his eyes were wide.
She finally was able to see him. She smiled, as she straddled him, blood splattering on his clothes as she pointed the knife at his throat.
He didn't want to admit it, but he felt himself growing hard.
She felt him, sliding herself against him. "Either fear makes you horny, or I must be doing something right. Do I have your attention? Or do you need more convincing?" she removed the knife from his neck, and licked her blood off the blade.
"You definitely have my attention." he said, watching her tongue slide against the blade.
He wanted to cum right there.
This bitch was insane.
And he fucking liked it.
She stayed straddled on his hips, reaching for the Jameson. She took a long drink, reaching her hand out, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, dragging him up to her. She gave him the bottle, watching him thoughtfully as he drank.
She smiled at him.
He noticed she had a nice smile, and her eyes...dark brown, glistening pools. Hardened, but still some sort of innocence mixed in.
"My name's Kayla." she said. She laughed, "I'd shake your hand," she held her cut hand up. "But, it's not exactly clean right now."
He gave her a wicked smile. "I'm Mac. But you know that already. And I kinda wanna fuck you right now." he moved towards her. She pushed him back down, leaving a bloody handprint on his shirt.
"Not interested." she said.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked. The bitch really had no idea who she was messing with.
Jesus Fucking Christ!
Now he really wanted to fuck the shit out of her.
Fucking Cunt.
She looked into his cold, blue eyes. "Thing is, Mac. I need you. Your help that is. Heard you're the best in hurting people...making them disappear...torturing."
"Why the fuck would I admit or agree with any of that?" he spat out.
She gave a wicked grin of her own, grinding herself against him again.
Despite himself, he groaned. He could feel himself trickle.
She cocked her head. She looked down, sliding his zipper down, reaching into his jeans. She fished his cock out of his boxers, rubbing his tip with her finger, not taking her eyes off him. He lowered her head down, licking his tip, tasting his pre-cum.
Dammit, Kayla.
It had been so long, and she hadn't wanted it to be like this...she wrapped her bloody hand around his cock, jerking him off.
"Fuck!" he cried out. Her grip was strong...her hand sticky, warm and wet...It felt so good. He watched her hand, the blood dripping on his cock...
He lost his mind, and his wad, when she put her mouth on him, taking him in.
"Holy fuck!" he grabbed her head, pushing it down, wanting her to swallow him whole.
The bitch didn't even gag!
She struggled against his hands, breaking free, swiping at her mouth...a mixture of cum and blood leaving a mark on her clean hand.
"Will you admit it to me now, Mac? Will you help me?" she leaned back, bottle in her hand.
Mac ran his hand through his hair.
"What the fuck do want from me, Kayla?" he asked.
She leaned her head back against the cave wall, smiling at him.