Author's Note: Just a few quick housekeeping notes. 1) This was originally titled Beauty and the Beast but after a lengthy conversation with FanFreak2002 I decided it was in the best interest of this story that a title change and updated synopsis was in order. 2) This is Mac and we all know he's capable of doing some messed up stuff. Consider this your warning/disclaimer. 3) This is the final chapter. I'm sorry it's taken this long to write/complete but it's just been kicking my ass. I really wanted this to be as horrific as possible and I hope it delivers. 4) Shout out to FanFreak2002 for being my beta on this last chapter, couldn't have done it without you! Let me know what you think on your way out.

Chapter 7

"You sick, fucking BITCH! You fucking lied to me!"

She's been at it with the name calling since she woke up, even with a slightly crushed larynx it was nothing short of shocking that Mac hadn't completely disabled her ability to talk. He will though, eventually.

He always does.

"You said Mac wanted a threesome, you sa-"

"I said a lot of things and you were stupid enough to believe 'em. You know what Mac does, what he's capable of doing. Didn't you have an inkling of what was going to happen to you tonight when you woke up in a dark room chained to the floor? Didn't you have a clue when Mac came down and pummeled your face in? How stupid can you be?"

"I don't believe you, Mac would never kill me! I suck his cock the way he likes; I'm more compliant than anyone around here, especially you!"

"HA!"

It came from the other side of the room, muffled by a gas mask but still reverberated off the walls with ease. Quickly turning my head in his direction I watched as Mac dropped what he was doing and rip the mask off, stalking towards the place where she stood with purpose.

"Sick of ya running your fucking mouth!"

The sound of bone cracking had me leaping off my tiny stool in shock yet I stood with my back to the wall watching intently as rivulets of blood started dripping from the corners of her mouth. She let out a small cry as the other side of her face was hit with just as much force. As I started to push myself away from the wall a tiny sound caught my attention: her teeth hitting the rock floor of the cave.

"Ya think you can suck my dick better than her? Let's see ya fucking try! Swear if you even think about biting me it'll be the last thing you ever do!

Mac released the chain from the wall, letting her drop to her knees in a bloody heap. He already had his dick in his hand before she could bring herself to look up at him; with no warning he yanked her head back by the hair and shoved his dick into her mouth. Her cries went unanswered as he continued thrusting his hips into her face. The sound of her gagging on him admittedly had me a tad bit jealous.

However, Mac was so lost in his actions and rage that he failed to see the growing fire in her blackened eyes.

Mac reared back in pain, but quickly recovered; he stuffed himself back into his pants then demanded one of the freshly sharpened knives. Not knowing what he had in mind, I chose his pride and joy.

The buck knife.

"Told the fucking bitch not to bite, fucking cunt's gonna pay! Show me what ya got."

"Mac?"

"Fucking heard what I said, it's my birthday, I say what goes, right? So fucking show me what you can do."

"Could you stand her up? Hold her head up? I want to see the fear in her eyes."

He let out an exaggerated sigh but no less did what I asked and held her blood soaked hair back, letting me see the full extent of what had been done to her so far. Small cuts littered her face and forehead, her eyes were heavily blackened and bore the petechial hemorrhages that come from being choked, her mouth was nothing short of a bloody mess thanks to Mac's fists knocking her teeth out, and her throat showed the handprints from where he strangled her.

Lifting the blade, her eyes widened at the realization that something was going to happen as the result of her insubordination. Positioning the serrations to one corner of her mouth I began sawing the thin skin until the blade wouldn't go any further. Her screams of agony filled the caves as she struggled against Mac and her chains.

"Keep it up, no one's coming to save you." Mac sneered, jerking her head back slightly.

Another blood-curdling scream burst through as I ran the serrations of the blade against the other side of her mouth. Once again, I stopped when the blade would go no further. Mac furrowed his brow, wondering exactly what I was doing but remained silent knowing I'd explain it to him later. Not wanting to give her the chance to breath I continued working on the corners of her mouth, letting the blade tear through the muscles of her face until I was satisfied that my next goal could be accomplished.

Wedging my thumbs into back of her mouth, I grasped the sides of her face and yanked down as hard as I could, waiting for the deafening screams to subside. When they finally did, I removed my hands from her mouth and awaited Mac's appraisal.

"Dislocated her jaw so she couldn't bite you again, in case you wanted to give face fucking her another try." I told him timidly when he came around.

"Looks like the damn Joker. Think it'd be hard to just rip her jaw off?"

"Thought crossed my mind, wasn't sure if that'd be taking it too far or not on my first time. I do still have plans for that turkey baster and the acid if you let me."

"Thinkin' you're turning into more of a monster than me."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It is if Walter ends up on your bad side. Show me what else you got; show me something I taught ya."

Nodding hesitantly, I let out a shaky breath as I tried to recall some of the lessons from Mac's teachings. Knife sharpening was one thing but actually carrying out one of his acts was another. There were so many to choose from and this fucker was pretty creative when he wanted to be.

Her slackened jaw continued to hang limply, streams of blood mixed with tears staining the floor as I finally made up my mind. Readjusting the knife in my hand I ran the edge of the blade against her skin, the cuts just deep enough to cause some blood to spring forth but nothing that would cause instantaneous death. I then asked myself 'what would Mac do?' The answer came in the form of a whisper to my ear and a steady, firm hand covering mine.

"Across the stomach, like an 'x.' Wanna see her spill her guts before the night is over. Go get the acid and the turkey baster, wanna see what ya plan to do with those."

Doing as instructed, I let Mac continue on without me while I grabbed the items I needed. Walking over to where the crate was I pulled my things out; as I turned around to go back to the wall I was greeted with the sight of Mac fucking this whore like a ragdoll. Her chains rattled loudly and she made no effort to make a sound.

I hope that whole thing with her jaw didn't kill her…

Pressing my luck further, I scooped up two pairs of gloves from Mac's workbench along with a pair of gas masks knowing the damage the fumes from the acid may cause should either of us breathe them in.

"Put these on when you're done." I told him, tucking the mask and gloves into the back pocket of his coveralls.

Dropping to my knees, I put my mask and gloves on then unscrewed the cap from the bottle of acid, letting the fumes fill the cave. A few minutes later I heard Mac's grunts and the chains quieting down. Glancing upward, Mac yanked his own mask down over his face and stooped down to help me with anything I may need.

"May wanna put those flames out over there just in case this shit goes flying across the room."

As Mac returned to his workbench to douse the flames, I placed the turkey baster into the bottle of acid and waited for Mac to come back, knowing that this was something he would want to see.

"Did you know that muriatic acid is just another name for hydrochloric acid? It's considered to be a highly corrosive chemical if it comes into contact with your skin. The fumes alone can cause pulmonary edema. Do you know what that is?"

Looking up at her I saw the defeated look in her eyes as she slowly shook her head.

"It's a collection of excess fluid in the lungs. As more fluid collects, the body struggles to get enough oxygen; you'll start getting shortness of breath. This shit, if ingested, can cause your throat and stomach to corrode. God forbid you piss Mac off even more, I'd hate to see what happens to those pretty eyes of yours."

"Don't be giving me fresh ideas."

"You know what the funny thing is about hydrochloric acid?" The cave remained silent as I started filling the turkey baster with the liquid. "It's actually found in the stomach; it's one of the acids that help to break down food. Ever had heartburn? This is the stuff that makes your throat burn."

"What'cha gonna do, pour it down her throat?"

"More like use it as a douche, see what happens. After that we can pour it down her throat, what do you think?"

"Think she pissed ya off at some point and you're making this personal."

"Nah, just want this to be the best birthday you ever had; make it memorable for you. You want to do the honors birthday boy?" I asked, holding the baster out.

I could see the smirk in his eyes as he stood fully and retrieved the gloves from his back pocket. His gloved hand gently wrapped around the bulb as he held it upright; she shook her head in fright, trying to plead with him despite the way her jaw hung. Standing next to him, I waited to see what he'd do with it; waited to see if he'd use it as a douche like I had initially planned or if he'd shove it down her throat. Perhaps he'd do both. I can never tell what's going on inside that head of his.

"Made a bit of a mess while your back was turned, think we should get that cleaned up a bit before we do anything else."

Her scream penetrated the stiff air as he shoved the culinary tool between her legs. Acid mixed with cum came out like a river. The skin on her thighs began turning an angry red as the acid started to eat away at the flesh. Within seconds her skin began to bubble, the lesions bursting open while the acid continued to rapidly eat away at her. The redness soon gave way to a rusted brown color.

Necrosis was starting to set in.

"What do you think'll happen if I put this in her eyes?"

"She'll go blind. If you wanna do it, go for it. But first, would you mind if I finished ripping her jaw off?"

"Go for it."

Stepping between her and Mac, I once again pressed my thumbs against her bottom teeth and rested my fingers along the underside of jaw. Using all of the strength I could muster I gave her mouth a hard yank. Feeling the hinges of her lower jaw disconnect from the upper I could almost hear the skin tear away as the remnants of flesh and bone hit the ground.

As her screams began to erupt all over again they turned to agony as Mac picked the bottle of acid up from the ground and poured its contents over the top of her head. It should've been a disturbing sight to see: the acid melting away any bits of flesh it touched, her hair falling away in chunks; she no longer looked like a person but rather a blob of liquefied flesh as it hit the ground.

Gradually her screams died down until all that remained were bits of skin and muscle dripping off the bone where her neck used to be. Holes were visible in the skull and in a final act to ensure her demise, Mac plunged the knife through her heart. The blade ripped a downward path to her pubic bone then, seconds later, her entrails were spilling onto the blood soaked ground.

"Get this mess cleaned up, we'll dump her on the way home." Mac finally said after a moment of silence. Ripping the mask away from his face he headed towards the entrance of the cave with a cigarette in hand.

I did as I was told and started cleaning up; retrieving the tarp from the crate I laid it underneath what was left of the body then lowered the chain. The idea to burn what was left of it came to mind but Mac probably would disapprove of that since he preferred to work under the cover of night rather give someone a reason to wander up this far. The hard part of tonight's clean up would be how to dispose of the melted parts that fell to the ground. Unfortunately, there wasn't a faucet so I couldn't just turn a hose on and spray the area down.

At least Mac left his shovel here otherwise he wasn't gonna be the least bit happy that something got left behind at the house. Using the shovel I scooped up what I could, dumping it on the tarp until I couldn't get anymore up. There wasn't much left on the ground by the time Mac came back in from smoking his cigarette. I was putting the shovel back and making a grab for the broom and dustpan when he started evaluating my clean-up efforts.

"Don't think I ever seen it this clean before. Really trying to make it up to me, ain't ya? Hoping I like it enough I'll fuck ya the way you like?"

"You could say that, although I do still feel bad for letting that blonde get away from you tonight. Really though, this was about giving you something Walter never did. You never got a birthday party when you were a kid let alone a present. You always pick out the ones you want and I knew you've had your eye on her for a while so I did my best to gift wrap her for you."

"Finish getting this cleaned up and we'll tie the ends off, she'll look like a damn tootsie roll by the time we're done. We'll go about forty miles to the east of here and dump her."

"And after?"

"I'm unwrapping my other gift and fucking you any way I want."

Knowing what lay ahead of me I quickly finished cleaning up the mess we made and grabbed some rope from the crate we initially brought in. True to his word, after the tarp was wrapped tight, Mac tied the ends off giving the appearance of an elongated, blue tootsie roll. Under normal circumstances Mac would just heft the package over his shoulder and carry it out, however neither of us wanted to clean up another mess so we each took an end and took it out to the truck.

Climbing in to the cab of the truck we drove the forty miles east and dumped the body as planned. As we proceeded to go back home I realized that we were passing by the same bar we stopped at earlier this evening. Mac would never let anyone know what he had on his mind but I had feeling that I knew.

"Pull the truck over, park it in back of the bar where no one can see."

"What are ya gonna do?"

"You'll see. It'll only take a couple of minutes, I promise."

Mac eyed me suspiciously but no less did what I asked without much of an argument. He killed the engine and the lights as soon as it was parked to avoid risking someone coming outside. Hoping out, I quietly closed the door, watching from the corner of my eye as Mac lit another cigarette; the cherry glow from the stick burning bright as he hung his arm out of the window.

Walking to the door that led to the kitchen, I snuck through the darkness listening to the different voices and trying to find the one that belonged to the bitch Mac wanted earlier. Even though she said her shift would end around 8 pm it was still possible that she was here counting her tips and bitching about the way Mac and I had treated her.

"Those two were complete sicko's, she wanted a threesome and he wanted to watch."

"Not what I heard Jen, they weren't searching for a threesome. He wanted someone he could fuck while she sat in the corner and played with herself. I don't think she's like a full-on lesbian but she may be bi."

"I don't care what she is, she doesn't deserve a guy like that though, I can tell ya that. He couldn't stop staring down my shirt the whole time they were here."

"I dunno Jen, he seemed to like her just fine. Never seen anyone that possessive over another person before, I mean did you see the way he bit into her while she was sitting on his lap?"

"If anything, I did miss out on the chance to find out how big his dick was. Probably wouldn't be anything to write home about, probably just a little pecker the size of my pinky. I'll see you on Sunday, Anna."

Watching from the darkness, she crossed the room and headed for the back door in the kitchen. Following behind, I picked a knife up from the steel counter and walked out after her. The second the door hit the wall the high beams and flood lights from Mac's truck switched on, blinding her instantly. She tried to shield her eyes from the light but it was no use.

"Hello Jen."