Thankless in Death

aka Jerry, for long enough.
    Time to jump back in the pool, she thought as she took the pretty turquoise sweater she’d scooped up on sale out of a shopping bag.
    She should take Kasey’s advice on attitude, too, she decided. She should think about how lucky she was. If Jerry had done what they said—and she still couldn’t really believe it—she’d had a lucky escape breaking it off with him. All it had cost her, really, was time, some heartache, a couple of slaps, and money.
    It could’ve been worse.
    She didn’t hear him step behind her. The dull crack of the bat against her skull pitched her forward so she hit the bed, bounced, then slid bonelessly to the floor.
    Standing over her, Jerry smiled, tapped the bat against her leg.
    “Batter up.”
    He hadn’t hit her very hard. Not as hard as the old man, that’s for sure. He didn’t want to kill her—yet. They had some issues to discuss first.
    But he was well aware of the crap soundproofing on her dump of an apartment, so the discussion had to be a quiet one.
    “Stupid bitch.” He gave her a good thwack with the bat on her hip.“Did you think you could just say, ‘Get out’? That I wouldn’t make copies of the keys? And where the hell have you been all damn day? I’ve been waiting for you.”
    He poked at the shopping bags, bared his teeth.
    He’d done some shopping of his own the last couple days. Time to put his purchases to good use.
    He switched the music on—not too loud, don’t want the neighbors to complain—just loud enough.
    He retrieved his own shopping bag from the bathroom where he’d hidden when he heard the elevator clunk—and listened to her conversation with the nosy old hag across the hall.
    A shame the nosy old hag hadn’t come inside with Lori. He could’ve made it another twofer.
    For now, and just for now, he’d settle for Lori.
    He hauled her unconscious body onto the bed, and for the first time noticed the new hair color. Bitch probably changed it to try to land some other sucker. That’s all he’d been to her, just some guy to fuck and fuck with.
    Now she’d be the one getting fucked.
    Not sexually, he thought—even the thought of doing her made him sick. But he undressed her. That was to humiliate and intimidate. He’d given this a great deal of thought.
    He bound her wrists, her ankles—tight, really tight so the cord bit into flesh. She deserved some pain.
    He slapped tape over her mouth, which was too bad as he’d have enjoyed hearing her scream.
    Humming along with the music, he propped her up, plumping the pillows behind her before wrapping two more lengths of cord over her torso, around and under the bed. That he secured with a clip lock so it held nice and snug.

    “That’ll keep you where I want you.”
    Once again reaching into his bag, he pulled out a capsule of Wake-Up, broke it under her nose.
    He watched her eyes flutter, her head turn side to side. A muffled moan sounded against the tape as she struggled to focus.
    He straddled her, punched her hard in the belly. “Hi, Lori!”
    And he saw it—what he hadn’t seen with his parents. Not just the shock, not just the pain.
    Fear.
    It filled him with something he’d never fully experienced. It filled him with joy.
    He grinned, riding on that joy as she squirmed, as her eyes darted all over the crappy space in her crappy apartment, as choked sounds pushed against the tape.
    “Don’t worry. I’m not going to rape you. Not that it’s rape seeing as how you put out for me plenty. But you just don’t do it for me. Look at this, you’re naked, helpless, and I don’t even have wood. So just put that out of your mind.”
    He gave her nipple a hard twist, laughing when she bucked under him. “I bet I could make you wet, though—if I were interested. The fact is, fucking you the last few weeks we were together? It was like some chore to cross off my list. Here’s a tip. If you want a guy to get you off, don’t bitch at him all damn night first, don’t turn on the fake tears—yeah, like you’re doing now. And don’t , for fuck’s sake, tell him what the hell to do ! You’re not my mother, bitch, and since you heard what happened to her, you should be grateful.”
    He climbed off, stood studying her, and couldn’t think of a single reason she’d ever appealed to him.
    “I’ve got some things to say, and for once you’re going to shut the hell up and listen . Got that, bitch?”

    He didn’t just feel happy, he realized. He felt