I am so sorry that it has been a long time coming with an update. I am hoping to update more often now. Here is the next chapter and please leave reviews. Special thanks to my love kiltedpineapple and beta gurl3677.

While the agents were stressing about the hours since Kathy's disappearance and losing hope, Walter took a chance and went to see Mac. Kathy had been missing three days, and Walter wondered if she were still alive, the sooner she was gone the better, it meant the agents would be gone soon as well. Walter entered the cave and saw Mac standing over a set of beakers in the corner, the gas mask pulled low on his face. Walter coughed at the smell, which caught Mac's attention. He put down what he was doing and pulled the sweaty mask off. He was wearing a worn pair of coveralls covered in sweat.

"What the hell you doing here Pop?" Mac asked, his voice humble.

"We got an order due tomorrow. You so busy fucking up I wanted to make sure it was ready." Walter said coming over to the table Mac was working on.

"Yeah, it's ready, and I was starting on the next one. It's in those boxes." Mac said pointing to a stack behind him.

"Good. Where's the girl?" Walter asked as he looked in the boxes at the product and then turned around to look at Mac.

Mac nodded with his head towards the main part of the cave. He knew it was pointless to deny what was true.

"She's still alive?" Walter asked, surprise in his voice.

Mac raised his head from the beakers and looked up at his father.

"See for yourself. Why pop, you want a crack?" Mac said, with a wry smile on his face.

"Watch your tone with me boy. The others didn't last this long, why her?" Walter said, thus giving away that he knew all about Mac's other activities.

Mac shrugged his shoulders and went back to what he was doing. "She's got more fight then them, she's more fun." He said absently, not wanting Walter to know how much he was enjoying this, and that he had no intention of ending things soon.

"It's been over three days though. How is she alive?" Walter said as he walked over to the plastic that divided the cave and looked inside. He could see Kathy lying on her side, completely naked, her hands tied in front of her and her legs pulled up to her stomach. She was covered in bruises and dried blood. It took him a minute to see that she was breathing slowly. She was obviously asleep or passed out.

Mac came up to Walter's side and looked at her as well.

"Sure you don't want a crack at her pop?" He asked and grabbed two beers off the counter, handing one to Walter.

Walter opened the beer and made a sound of dismissal. "I'm sure you've damaged her enough for the both of us." He said taking a long swallow.

"You know I would have brought the shipment down tonight, why'd you come up?" Mac asked, no sarcasm in his voice, he as genuinely curious.

"Thought you might have forgotten to work, and I needed to make sure." Walter said gruffly.

Mac nodded, took a swig of beer and went back to the worktable.

"They still looking for her?"

Walter turned away from the girl and looked at his son. "Yeah, but they've lost hope. You can see it in their faces. They don't think she's alive."

"Good, maybe they'll leave."

"Don't be foolish, they still want to catch the serial killer. They won't leave until they at least find her body."

Mac bit the inside of his lip and nodded.

"You need to finish with her and get rid of her, the sooner they leave the better. And if they don't leave right away you need to stop this shit with taking women until they do." Walter said sternly, he slammed down the beer to make sure Mac heard him, but Mac always heard him.

"I ain't done with her yet." He said softly.

"Well get done, and soon. I'm tired of them being around."

"I work better when I got someone, look I'm ahead of schedule. I'll be done when I'm done." Mac said feeling brazen.

"What the fuck is so special about her that you are being so risky?"

"Like I said she's got more fight."

"No Mac, there's more. Don't lie to me."

Mac looked up at his father and sighed. "She's just different, she's done drugs, and she's got more defiance. She fucking bit my hand, none of them, and I mean not a single one has fought the way she has. And why do I keep her, because she's still fighting." There he said it.

For some reason Walter just nodded and picked up the shipment. "No more after her until they leave."

"And I'll be back in two days for the new order; I need it for the weekend." Walter took the boxes and left Mac standing there, without glancing back Walter went to his truck and drove off.

"Sure thing pop." Mac said, trying to hide his confusion at his father's reaction and his excitement of not being told he had to kill her.

Once Walter left, Mac went straight into where she was when he came back into the cave. He saw her lying there, just as Walter had, but he wasn't fooled. He walked over to her and nudged her with his foot. When her green eyes met his he knelt down to her.

"Heard it all didn't you? Fucking nasty cunt bitch, you eaves drop too." He said standing up and slamming his leg into her stomach, causing her to roll onto her back and scream in pain.

"You know the other reason?" He said kicking her legs apart. "You still haven't learned that lesson."

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Kathy lay on her back staring at the cave ceiling, her most tender of places throbbing, an ache like she had never felt before. Every part of her body hurt, but this was the worst, maybe it was because he had raped her . . . she felt tears sting her eyes, she couldn't even count how many times. The only saving grace was that he hadn't raped her anally again, although it was a small victory considering how much her core hurt. She was positive he had torn pieces of her vaginal wall, maybe even more, she felt raw and tender and cringed knowing he wasn't done yet. Mac was moving around in the corner again, seemingly in a joyful mood. Not knowing what he was doing was a little frightening, but she couldn't muster the energy to care, or even to turn her head to look. Kathy had no idea how long she had been in this cave, felt like she always had been. It was becoming apparent to her that she was probably going to die in the cave as well. She wanted to believe in her team, wanted to believe they would find her, but in her heart there was the heaviness of knowing that there was a strong chance it wouldn't happen.

Mac came back from his work area and Kathy pushed down all her thoughts and emotions, which was getting harder and harder to do. She turned her head to watch him, her eyes feeling so heavy. Mac hadn't turned to look at her; he was mixing some things together over the barrels, and all Kathy heard was the click of his lighter. She watched his back as he worked, and felt like the tattoos were mocking her. Closing her eyes she waited for either sleep or more torture, but prayed it was sleep.

Having dozed off, Kathy wasn't aware of Mac's presence until she felt the mattress shift with his weight. She was trying to open her eyes when she felt his tight grip on her thigh. Mac was pulling the skin taut and as her eyes finally opened when she felt the slight pinch.

"No." She gasped out as the drug started through her blood stream. Mac waived the needle in front of her now wide eyes, an evil grin on his face.

"Yes, and it's done."

Kathy blinked and gasped, she didn't know if the drug was working that fast or if it was her mind, but she could feel something.

'Fuck . . . feels good,' she thought to herself.

Mac was grinning as her face changed and her breathing slowed, he stood up and tossed the needle onto the barrels, grabbing his tin and rubbing the contents onto his gums. This was going to be the shit. He turned and looked to see she was leaning back against the cave wall, her eyes slits and her chest with a slow and steady breath. Mac came back over and sat down on the mattress, pulling Kathy's ankles apart and sliding his hand up and down her thighs. She was fighting the effects of the coke which made it hard to resist what he was doing, he easily pulled her legs apart and started fingering her, her hips wriggling to get away as she yelled out in pain, she was so tender even his fingers hurt, small whimpers still pressing through her lips.

"Knew you'd like this, and be an amazing fuck on coke." He pulled his erection out and pushed her thighs further apart, to point of pain.

She was pulling hard at the ropes the muscles straining in her shoulders, making Mac laugh, he couldn't tell if she was resisting him or the drugs. She was making it hard for him though and it was staring to piss him off. Using his hips to keep her legs the way they were he reached up and grabbed her throat, gripping so tight she instantly stilled.

"Cut this fucking shit out. I get it, you don't want it. But it doesn't fucking matter anymore." Releasing her neck he backhanded her and when she cried out he slammed into her making her scream again. "Fuck . . . scream for me bitch." He hit her again in the face and he almost lost his load at the sight of tears wetting her cheeks. He wiped them away with his fingers and sucked the salty taste.

"Even your tears taste good." Continuing to pump into her, watching as she continued to let them fall, too tired and high to stop them.

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Mac watched her, staring at her as one would an exhibit or display. She was still sniffling quietly next to him. Her eyes held such anger and yet utter defeat. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She finally acknowledged him when their eyes met.

"You're a piece of shit." She said, her voice sounded deep and gravely, words slurring.

Mac sat up more and shook his head. "That's about the dumbest thing you've said, or any woman tied to fucking cave wall has said. You're lucky I don't . . ."

"What Mac? I'm lucky you don't beat me, rape me, or maybe drug me? There's nothing you can do to me now. What do you want from me? You've made me yell, cry, scream . . ."

"You haven't begged." Mac said and smirked at her; damn this one was a fucking keeper.

She raised her chin and looked at him. "And I won't ever fucking beg."

"We'll see. Sides, I can still kill you."

Kathy let out a bitter laugh, and winced in pain from her ribs. "You think that I'm scared of that? Go for it Mac, kill me. I've accepted my fate; I know I'm not walking out of here." Her voice had dropped but it was still filled with conviction.

"And you ain't scared of that?" Mac asked, genuinely curious.

"No. The only thing I want now is for you to do it soon. You know why?" She didn't know where this piss and vinegar came from, but he hadn't hit her yet so she kept going. "Because then you can't fucking force yourself inside of me."

Mac stood up laughing. "You know you keep going and I could beat your ass or fuck it?"

He turned to look at her; her head rose meeting his gaze. Mac could see she was fading in and out of the conversation, but for some reason he really wanted to keep having it with her. Snapping his fingers in front of her, he asked her again? Kathy took a moment, shaking her head to clear it before responding.

"I'm not scared, you've done it already."

"I could make it worse." He kicked at her legs with his boots, making her cry out as he stood and grabbed the bottle of Jack from the barrels.

"We more alike than I thought." He took a swig of Jack and then grabbed and lit a cigarette.

Kathy turned her head and watched him; he could see anger again in her eyes as he faced her again and smiled.

"We are nothing alike. Nothing!" She spit out to the side to emphasize her point.

Although angry at her comment he couldn't help but laugh, yeah they were alike all right. He finished his cigarette letting her sit with her fear and wonder what he would do. Putting out the smoke on the gravel he came over to the mattress and sat down. She eyed him cautiously unable to curl away from him her body resisting her commands of movement.

"Think we are, I think we are." He reached up and grabbed at her bruise colored throat.

"I don't fucking kidnap and kill women. I'm not so lonely I have to force someone to be with me." She wheezed out again losing focus from the drugs and the situation.

"No, but you don't take shit from no one, you'd rather die than beg and you a druggie." He squeezed harder and then satisfied he had made his point, he shifted down tracing her scars with his hands.

"Must be lonely, kind of sad too." She smirked at him, almost daring him to react.

"I don't need no one, and all you bitches think you better than me, soon learn you ain't." He moved his hand to make small circles across her stomach.

"You're just a scared little boy."

Mac grabbed her thigh and squeezed tight, pressing his palm into the knife wound. She screamed out in pain, but he only pushed down harder, tears began streaming down her face.

"I ain't scared of shit!" He yelled and spat the words into her face.

"Except Walter." Voice quiet but full of venom.

"It ain't about my daddy." He snarled and backhanded her again. His anger fueled his desire and he could feel himself getting hard again. He shifted onto his knees and slid his pants down; twisting her body he turned her onto her stomach. Spreading her legs and resting his upper body on her back as she spread her ass cheeks, laughing at she cried out.

"Told you not to piss me off, told you to stop, guess the first time wasn't enough." He shoved the tip of his dick between her ass cheeks, closing his eyes as she wriggled but did not free herself.

"No." She cried out, the tears falling heavier now.

"Don't understand that word whore." Mac said and pushed all the way into her.

"No." She screamed out over and over until she lost her voice. She kept whispering it through her tears, but loud or soft it fell on deaf ears.