Opening my eyes seemed to be a hard concept to grasp. A deep chuckle taunted me, surrounding me. I knew I was sitting up straight. I don't remember anything after the few kisses. Did she drug me? Maybe, now I'll know what chloroform smells like.

"Brian.." There was that purr of my name. I loved how she said it. It rolled off her tongue in almost a hiss. I finally was able to regain all of my senses. My hands were tied behind my back, my shirt gone and pressing against a cold metal. I opened my eyes. In front of me looked like a Russian Roulette table, black and tan. I saw legs barely covered in a black fabric. My eyes trailed up and went wide in astonishment.

Mackenzie. Damn. She. Looked. Hot.

She was wearing a corset with a skirt that cut off above the knee - way above the knee... I think she'd touch skin if she stood up straight - and trailed in the back. The corset was dark red, stopping under her breasts. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it, not even a bra. I drooled just looking at her. I smelt that strong strawberry champagne perfume she wore. It was dark in the room. All light gone except for a dim candle, hardly illuminating her face.

"The numbers will decide," she whispered, pointing a remote to behind me. I heard something that sounded like a television news report. I felt weak. I could only make out the last few words.

...had sex with some of his victims and that he was also a necrophiliac.

Is this her sick fantasy? Death and rape? Maybe it's just a song.. Maybe it just makes her want to do bad things. She grinned and sat back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, allowing me to have a view of her ass cheek. Such an innocent face on such a naughty body...

The chords of the piano sent shivers up my spine. She grabbed something, tumbling it in her hands. Dice.

Mackenzie tossed the dice onto the spinning table, watching it eagerly, "Twelve on dice. Hmm.." I was forced to sit straight forward, my neck paralyzed almost as all I could do was glare in front of me. She stood, slowly walking over to me. She straddled my waist but didn't sit. There was something behind her back. My eyes followed down to the gap between her and my hardening bulge.. How was this turning me on? I was utterly hopeless! "Largest number, longest tease." I shivered. "Look at me!" She yelled, bringing a whip down on my bare stomach. I groaned as it left a red mark. She put her black claw under my chin, lifting my gaze. "Say my name," she whispered through gritted teeth. I said nothing. "Say it!" She cracked the whip back down.

"M..Mackenzie.." I hissed. Something pumped through my vein. Adrenaline? No. This feeling was much stronger.

"Address me properly!" I wanted so bad to grab her hips as she barely touched them to my jeans.

"Miss Mackenzie.." She chuckled deeply. I felt the whip crack onto my shoulder and I ground my teeth together. This experience was new. "Mmph...Fuck.."

"Shut up," she hissed in my ear, trailing kisses down and back up the red line. Her perfume filled my lungs, intoxicating me in her movements. "You only speak, cum, and move when I say you can. You hear me?" I nodded slowly. Sweat was building up on my forehead. She scratched her claws down my sides. I'd definitely have scars and bruises after she'd had her fun...

One hand went down to my waist and I could barely see the smirk that was leaving hickies against my neck. Her sleek fingers undid my belt and jeans before she pushed them down, having me lean up so she could get them off. When I pushed up, I realized how wet this made her. This only made my cock twitch. Her fingers walked up and down my bulge, the soft pin points of pressure driving me insane. My lip began to bleed from how hard I bit it.

She blew cold air down my neck, palming at my cock barely. A moan escaped my throat. She growled, cracking the whip onto my thigh. I heard a slam come from downstairs. She huffed and slipped on some jeans and a shirt over her corset.

"Be quiet," she scolded.

"I'm home, Mack!!" Alex called. I didn't hear anything come from them after that but I knew the door closed. Mackenzie made her way back up the stairs within five minutes. She must've stripped of her clothing as she walked up. Now, she only had that dammed corset on and black heels. She sat back in her chair and grabbed the dice again.

A cold laughter pierced my ears. "Snake eyes!" She beamed. She grabbed something else, keeping them behind her back. "Close your eyes, baby. But scream if you must.."

What?

I did as asked, tempted not to just so I could see what sexy consequence awaited. I felt her breath against me as she sat on my lap. The only thing separating us was my damn boxers. I felt something pierce my skin lightly, trailing down to my hips. "Argh..." I muttered through gritted teeth. She hushed me with a kiss. She pulled the sharp object away and leaned down, licking up at what I assumed was my blood. I caught a peak of her. A silver blade was in her hand and she used it to cut open my boxers. I closed my eyes again.

The door opened and closed again but she couldn't hear it. I heard footsteps but she was deaf to them. Then the door opened but quickly shut again. Mackenzie laughed as the footsteps darted back down the stairs. It was Alex again.

Mackenzie positioned herself on top of me, not sliding down yet. She reached her hands around me and grabbed my wrists, popping my shoulders as she pulled them over my body then placing them on her chest. She quickly scratched the knife against my muscled arm.

"Fuck!" I gurgled out. She's ruining my tattoos... Did I really care about that right now? Damn, I'm shallow. She grabbed the whip that she set beside me and cracked it down against my skin.

"Beg," she whispered into my ear, biting down on my ear lobe. "Beg for me, Brian.." She hissed my name out again. How I loved this torture...! The song played again.

"Miss...Mackenzie..." Her juices were slipping down onto me. "...Please let me...mmph! I want to feel you, babe!" She chuckled deeply into my ear.

That chuckle. So dark and sinister.

Yeah, she had a corpse under her bed. She had her fun but now he's dead. Her momma said, "Come feed desire." Her brother said, "Throw her on the fire!"

I fought myself not to push myself into her. She'd pull away anyways. She took the blade in hand again, dragging it down my chest quickly.

This is the house, come on in. This is the house built on sin. This is the house, know where it lives. This is the house, get what you get, yeah, yeah!

She slid herself onto me, my lip bleeding more as I bit down harder. She grinned.

"Scream for me, buddy-boy."

I cut the flesh and make it bleed. Fresh skin is what I need. I let it dry out in the wood. All your crying did no good, yeah!

Her tongue and mouth worked wonders against the beads of blood forming. Ecstasy over took my body. Except it wasn't a drug unless you call her one. She's harmful. She's insane. She's crazy. She's submissive. She's dominate..

This is the house, come on in. This is the house built on sin. This is the house, know where it is. This is the house, get what you get, yeah, yeah!

She's adorable. She's loving. She's a mistress. She's a slave. She's a babe. She's the prey. She's the predator. She's everything when I expected her to be one thing.

She faced me, laughing deeply at my helplessness.

Now you're lying on the floor. Yeah, you can't take much more. The devil 's laughing in your face. Give me another taste, yeah!

She sliced against my neck. Not deep enough to cause bad injury but like a cat scratch. She sucked the blood, thrusting her hips onto mine.

This is the house, come on in. This is the house built on sin. This is the house, know where it lives. This is the house, get what you get, yeah, yeah!

I fought back a moan as she began to bounce slightly, slicing against my hip. The burn mixed with the pleasure, filling my veins with so much filth. The whip cracked down on me again.

I let out a loud scream.

"I told you not to cum until I said so," she whispered. I screamed in response, my eyes pleading as she cracked whips against me, licking at my blood, and slicing at my skin. So much pain, so much pleasure...

My senses went numb. I could've sworn the heart beat at the end of the song was my own. She cracked the whip, again, numerous times as she rode my twitching cock. My eyes squeezed closed.

"Go on," she whispered, biting my ear, again.

I let out another scream. Finally, I could release my tension into her.

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I woke up in my own home, completely dressed. Was that a dream? Only one way to find out. I traced my fingers along my neck. The cut was there and I smelt heavily of strawberry champagne. Her marks. All over me.

She's marked me as her own.

There was a note under a bottle of Jack Daniel's. She knows me so well.

Had so much fun last night. I'm sure you did, too. Anyways, I took it easy on you this time. Lexi had to wash her eyes out no how. Ha! What's a game of roulette without some danger? See you tonight. I made plans with the guys. Come to my place at 7, sharp! Love you! - Kenzie xoxo.

I grinned devilishly. And what's a relationship without good sex to make up for an argument? It's no fun.

I went upstairs to run a bath. I couldn't go near then still smelling like rough sex. It was only 5:30 pm... How long was I out! The adrenaline she put into my body was too much to handle... It put me to sleep.

I scrubbed my hair, scrubbed at my body, and then looked at myself in the mirror. I had bruises from the whip. I had scratches that looked like a cat tried to climb up me all over. And I had hickies all over my neck. Great. She marked me great. She'll need to roll snake eyes more often.

I finally got my manly smell back. Chocolate Axe. My favorite. I spiked my hair with some hair gel and grabbed a Misfits shirt from my closet along with some ripped black jeans. We're probably just going to get drunk any how.

By the time six-thirty rolled around, I was off to Mackenzie's. The images of her last night flooded into my head. That corset that fit perfectly under her breasts... Gave me shivers just thinking about it. She was sitting on the porch steps, smoking a cigar. She noticed me walk up and grinned, blowing a perfect smoke ring.

"Is that your talent?" I asked, smirking.

"What? Smoke rings?"

"Blowing." She chuckled and I saw her nod slightly. She knew all the bad things she's done with her mouth. I wouldn't be surprised if I kissed her and tasted my blood. Speaking of which, we hadn't kissed just to ...kiss. There was always some type of intoxication. Mostly lust.

"Maybe." She gave me that toothy grin and I offered her my hand, taking my aviators off. "What's your talent?"

"Shredding and stripping girls like you of their innocence."

"Who says I was innocent when you met me?" I shrugged. She had a point. Alex walked out with a cigarette in hand and pretended to gag.

"Isn't it the guy I watched my friend devour!" She said sourly. I rolled my eyes and reached down to Mackenzie. I helped her up and we got into the car after she told Alex she had plans and said goodbye. I looked her over again. She was wearing a Nirvana sweater and jeans. She looked perfect. As always. "We're heading to Jimmy's," she said, excitement bringing her pitch higher. "They're all having a party or something."

When we got there, I noticed Zacky, Johnny, and Matt's cars parked in the driveway, leaving no space but the side of the road for me. They were probably already drunk. I heard them yelling and hollering from the backyard. I smelt burnt food. Oh, lord. They all need help.

I didn't bother walking through the house. I swung over the fence then grabbed Mackenzie by the elbows, pulling her over. I smiled and walked by her side, smacking her bum before wrapping my arm around her. She laughed. Jimmy ran to her and grabbed her from me.

"PINK STRIPE!!" He yelled, throwing her small body into the air. "I MISSED YOU!!"

"Missed ya', too, Jamesy," she said, chuckling and gripping him so she wouldn't fall. I eft Mackenzie so she could talk To Jimmy and Matt. Zacky was calling for me.

"Does she have a friend?" He asked me as I took a shot of Absinthe. I nodded, pouring a cup of Coke and Jack. "Care to hook me up with her?"

"I don't know, man. She kinda walked in on us last night." He choked on his liquor, laughing loudly. "Yeah, yeah. Let's all laugh at Synyster fucking Gates."

"No, no, dude," he busted out laughing, "look at them!" He pointed to the pool. Jimmy was swimming underwater with Mackenzie holding onto his back. When Matt asked what they were doing, well..

"Trying to find Shorty! Thought he might've drowned from being to small!" Mackenzie called. Johnny was sitting in a tire swing.

"Man! Get a hold on your girl she's already picking on me!" Johnny called, whining.

"I think that's a good thing," Matt laughed. She fit in just like one of the guys. The first time they met her they all thought she was shy.

"Anyways," Zacky began, drawing me back to his attention. "I'd like to see if I could date her friend. I mean, you did say we are sidekicks."

"I said you were my sidekick. Meaning you stay out of my way," Zacky huffed and chuckled. "Whatever. I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, man." Zacky got up and pulled his shirt off to jump in the pool. I sat at the bench on the porch, running fingers through my hair as I thought. I was stinging all over, bruised and cut to bloody hell. What had she taken for her to that? What had I done to make her do that? Was that her way of getting back at me for called her a whore? Acting like one?

Man, both of us need to pull ourselves together. I mean, that's just the fucking truth.

Notes

Enjoy you filthy pervs .3.
I had fun with this, actually. Mack's devilish insanity is becoming a part of me!!!! Comment and rate. Any ideas are appreciated PM me if you want :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcWaG3-P00Y (Rob Zombie - House of 1000 Corpses)
Love ya. Hail to the booty heheheh