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Mac’s Masterlist

Mac finds himself on the losing end of a scrimmage, and someone wanting him alive for some payback for previous insults.

Taipan cắn / Canners - The gang Mac and his boyfriend Lee Jerkass belong to

Jackdaws - the opposing gang that Salvador Pierce and Tobias Davian run

All characters except Mac are OCs of @lettuceknighted

CW: the usual whump assortment of beatings, whipping (kinda), tied up, gang violence. Also Mac using uncharacteristic lewd names

TW: taser, burned alive, Dehumanization (terms used as insults, no forced enactment)

[1050 words]

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Quivering from the effort to stay upright and trying to downplay his agony, Mac kept his eyes on Tobias and ignored the other man coming around with a cell phone raised for pictures. “Alright, now I think you might be ready. Time to show off your manners.” Cutting Mac off before he could say anything Tobias added “ah ah ah! Remember, don’t fuck it up and you can go home tonight to that so-called dirty angel.”

Both men made faces of disgust and chuckled amongst themselves as they made sure the camera angle was set up right. Mac’s stomach burned while he waited, unsure if they’d even release him after. He reasoned they would, if only because it’d further embarrass the Taipan cắn, and he worried that embarrassment would cost him his life.

At least I die on that side I guess. LIke it could have been a few years ago. He struggled with the option of dying here but that’d still give Tobias and Salvador satisfaction.

There was no way out, he might as well try. Tobias motioned and Mac cleared his throat, “I don’t wanna die,” his voice was raspy from the shouting and the blood and dry from gasping and the gag. “Pl. Pl..hmmm…”

“Hmm?” Tobias moved closer, a bottle of water in his hand as he half crouched to stay out of the shot “what was that?”

Mac couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t. His eyes burned as he desperately wanted to live but couldn’t bring himself to beg and whine for their entertainment, not if he was gonna die either way. Instead he did the only thing he could do at that leering face and spat in it. He hated spitting but he had no other option, hoping the asshole would get mad and take things too far.

Standing with a disgusted look on his face, Tobias opened the bottle “What did we say about manners?” He took a mouthful and sprayed it over Mac who started to writhe in his rope immediately. “What’s the matter? I thought a dumb driver like you would love gas.”

Itching his skin and burning his cuts was nothing compared to the reaction the stench gave Mac.  They were going to burn him alive and he was too panicked to do anything but desperately choke and chafe in the rope; too panicked to even have flashbacks to the carfire.

The match lit up Tobias’s sharp green eyes but the cruel beauty went unappreciated by Mac. “Now beg properly.”

As the match flew towards him Mac’s focus narrowed on it, “no no no no!” Before it even landed, the fumes caught light and blue rippled across his chest and down his back before turning orange as he screamed.

Heat dragged at his throat and pulled on his vocal cords as orange light filled his vision despite his squeezed shut eyes. The cotton shirt started to catch, spots of blazing agony peppering his back and chest as he choked on the rope in a desperate attempt to get away, screaming as the pressure released only to choke him again as he fought.

Tobias congratulated himself as he watched the man too stubborn to heel writhe in agony born mostly from fear. “Kinda cliche the beast is afraid of fire.” He drank in the ecstasy that was the half deranged begging as Mac barely managed to form coherent words around the choking and screaming.

“Stop!..Ahh! Please! PLEASE!” A powder choked him as he continued pleading and begging, each breath a wheeze or a whine from the heat and fear. “Please, not no no..” he coughed and wretched a moment as best he could around the rope but made sure to swallow whatever he brought up. “Salvador Pierce,” two words at a time were all he could manage between breaths “Salvador Pierce. Please. I wanna, I wanna live. Don’t wanna, not burn. Not fire.”

“Bravo!” Clapping his hands, Tobias waited for Mac’s red eyes to open, blinking against the sting of the fuel “nice job. But you had your chance for the easy way out, I want something more for my patience. What’s my name?”

1. when i’m sixty-four - the beatles

2. dress - taylor swift

3. i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

4. santeria - sublime

5. diana - one direction

6. she used to be mine - jessie mueller

7. getaway car - taylor swift

8. city of stars - ryan gosling & emma stone

9. perfect (acoustic) - ed sheeran

10. king of my heart - taylor swift

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Mac’s Masterlist

Mac finds himself on the losing end of a scrimmage, and someone wanting him alive for some payback for previous insults.

Taipan cắn / Canners - The gang Mac and his boyfriend Lee Jerkass belong to

Jackdaws - the opposing gang that Salvador Pierce and Tobias Davian run

All characters except Mac are OCs of @lettuceknighted

CW: the usual whump assortment of beatings, whipping (kinda), tied up, gang violence. Also Mac using uncharacteristic lewd names

TW: taser, Dehumanization (terms used as insults, no forced enactment)

[750 Words]

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As he desperately savoured each breath, Mac noticed Salv-, no, Sweetcheeks, was gone. Mac refused to call him by his name or give him the recognition he deserved, not after what he said about Lee last time. He was starting to think he might regret that decision as he half hung there, hearing Angel leave as well. Whoever wanted him alive, it probably wasn’t in his best interest.

Something metal slammed into his back and he shouted from surprise as much as pain. Several more times whatever it was sluggishly whipped his back, bruising and cutting with dull edges and leaving odd welts. Managing to not shout out for the rest of the strikes, Mac heard something dragging from behind as Tobias slunk into view with jumper cables draped over his shoulders.

“Hey again, remember me?”

“Puddin’.” Mac knew he’d regret it but couldn’t stop himself. That damn cat’s grin needed to get wiped off his face and for a brief second, it ticked downwards.

Then it widened, “yea see, remember Salvador mentioned your manners? I’m here to teach you some. You should thank me,” a battery was dropped beside him by some lackey before they were left alone again, “Angel was going to put you down. She called first though, and I said ‘bring the dog in I wanna collar him.’ And here you are.”

Dog. The rope around his neck felt nothing like a metal collar but the powerless position Mac was in rang too close to the past, too close to when he’d been called that in the fighting pit.

“Forget it.”

Tobias faked a frown, “but you haven’t heard what the deal is. I’ll tell you, don’t worry it’s simple; you just have to beg for your life, and thank Salvador Pierce for it.” Mac seemed to be waiting for more, so Tobias finished with “and we’ll let you go.”

“That easy?”

“That easy. So simple even you can understand.”

“Please, ah’m beggin’ ya to sp-” Faster than he could react to, Tobias had a knife tip under Mac’s jaw, tipping his eyes back so they looked straight up into the furious stare as he towered over the man on his knees.

Mac’s Masterlist

Mac finds himself on the losing end of a scrimmage, and someone wanting him alive for some payback for previous insults.

Taipan cắn / Canners - The gang Mac and his boyfriend Lee Jerkass belong to

Jackdaws - the opposing gang that Salvador Pierce heads, Tobias Davian helps

All characters except Mac are OCs of @lettuceknighted

CW: the usual whump assortment of beatings, whipping (kinda), tied up, gang violence. Also Mac using uncharacteristic lewd names

TW: choking, smothering, electrocution

[1000 words]

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Things didn’t sound good inside the house, but Mac braced against the wall and held his post. This was a big bust, they’d come in guns blazing with several cars, slowly working their way up the large lawn in the high priced neighborhood. A full scale drug operation in a gated community, but the neighbors were conveniently away and only summered here occasionally. It suited Salvador Pierce, Mac thought, as he shot another jackdaw coming through the door. Too many for him to fight, he quickly tried to reload his gun.

 He didn’t hear her coming.

Standing over the unconscious man, Angel flicked her phone out of her pocket and described him to the listener. “Mmhmm. Yea I’m not dragging him out just for you, ask him…” She waited impatiently, shooting a stray Canner that chickened out the back door “sure boss.”

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The sound of wet cloth on cement and dirt scuffling underneath something heavy matched in time to the flaring pain on Mac’s back as he woke up. His hands were bound with cheap nylon rope that dug into his wrist and forearms, secured to his belt so that he could hardly move his arms at all. His ankles and knees were also bound together so that kicking wasn’t an option, he couldn’t even try to roll. Ropes dug under his armpits and his jaw as some jackdaws pulled him across the filthy garage to where Angel was waiting.

The rope pulling his head was the worst pain, but fear smothered everything as he fought against his bonds, growling into the blood stained yellow bandana that gagged him. There was nothing he could do as that rope dragged him upwards onto his knees, the length of it too short to let him sit on his feet. He tried to get his legs under him to stand, but someone stomped on his calves and ankles, further encouraged by his muffled grunts of pain.

A scream and a buzzing noise came from across the garage. Turning his head he could see out of the corner of his vision someone tied to a chair and jumper cables stuck to them. Chest tight as he choked on a whine, Mac did his best to not look like he was falling apart. Someone grabbed his chin and twisted him back to face them, Angel. She was anything but, and she had been there before at Bitchtit’s torture warehouse. That probably meant…

“I’m taking this rag out of your mouth so you can answer questions. If you’re smart you’ll behave.” Moving behind him she untied it and ripped it away, Mac’s tongue dry against gasping breath as he tried to gain control of his breathing.

Breathing that stopped for a moment at the next voice, “we know he’s not.” That laugh, those stupid shoes, and too-black eyes that stared down at him: Salvador Pierce, the man Mac refused to call anything other than whatever crude name he could come up with. He returned the stare with as much bravado as he could muster in the awkward position he was tied in, jaw clenched shut for now. “Good start” Pierce’s tone was congratulatory.

A punch across the face was not how he expected to be greeted after that, but Mac couldn’t help but smile a little as he licked blood from his teeth.

I’m posting some little pieces from my larger pieces because sometimes we just want the little whumpybits  Full story here ---

This time there was no free throw for Mac to take advantage of, and the other man moved way too fast for him to land anything more than a glancing blow. Minutes later, he was cornered with his hands up and back against the pillar while the leaner, faster man pummeled him with an endless assault. Huffing and gasping for air, exhausted from pain and low stamina, Mac fell easily to the leg sweep, though he scrambled back up. Gripping the cement pillar to keep from pitching over, he left himself wide open for the roundhouse, sending him sprawling across the floor and blood splattering towards the fence while people jumped back a little.