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Moving Bodies Epilogue

I came up with two ways with ending the story.
The first way is more in keeping in spirit of the story.

Idea One

18 Months Later

I was watching the late news broadcast. It was a little lighter in content than I preferred, but the female anchor was a blonde I found more attractive than the rest. Not to mention, their slant was less objectionable to me than the other stations.

There was a local news story I’d been tracking. I’d switched to this station since their coverage seemed to lead the rest.

“According to the police,” The Blonde Info babe said. “The Jeffersonian Institution has identified another skeleton as the local missing woman, Jessica Rossi. She disappeared roughly the same time as her Father; indicted DA Stephan Rossi was killed on the steps of the Federal Courthouse following his release on bail.”

“The report also said that she was buried about six months after her disappearance. There is no official word on what the report indicted what happened to her in the six months time frame.”

“So far, the police have six of the twenty bodies found in what has been dubbed Bodyville Field. Five of the victims were male, the rest females. Depending on whom you listen to, either serial killers or the organized crime has used the area to dispose of bodies.”

I didn’t bother listening to the rest of the broadcast. I walked to the kitchen for some ice. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out the only alcohol in the house, the remains of 151 Rum I had shared with Jessica.

Two days before Courtney’s funeral, I had killed and disposed of Jessica. I drugged her while she slept, so I don’t think she knew what happened to her.

The fact I had picked body dump area for her resting place didn’t really surprise me. It was just a little too prefect in the role. From what I was able to pick up, the oldest body had been there for 20 years.

I’m not sure if that fact helps or hurts me. They go back to well before I moved into the area. If it was the mob, the cops may think Jessica was kidnapped to keep her father from talking. If a serial killer was using it, then Jessica could have been a random victim.

If they think Jessica was kidnapped for revenge against her father, ironically enough, with the exception of the day of her father’s death, I have a solid alibi for the most likely period she was kidnapped.  

Pouring a drink, I decided not to think about it. After I buried Jessica, I poured out the rest of the alcohol I had except for this bottle. I decided not to take any chance with letting something slip out, so I went on the wagon.

Tonight I was going to toast Jessica and finish the bottle. Even with the hangover I expected would last two days, I’d still feel better during that than I did now.

Sometimes I wished I hadn’t been so sure killing her was the right thing to do.


Option 2

A little lighter.

The blonde Info babe was showing footage of the ceremony. “The board of Greg and Courtney Hawthorne Family announced the first scholarships today. The foundation was funded with the settlements following the crash that killed Courtney Hawthorne and wrong death lawsuit from Greg Hawthorne’s death.”

I shut off the TV. I was tired of hearing the talk. I barely managed to avoid having to talk to the press after the ceremony.

I ignored the bell ringing as Jessica hopped over to me. “MMPH?” she said through the tape gag. I’ll admit I did enjoying watching her hop around since I tied and gagged her since she made fun of how I looked in the background of 6 PM Broadcast.

Okay, I’ll admit was expecting her reaction. Which is why I had dressed her in the lacy while bra and panties when I got home from the ceremony. In the past 18 months, she put on weight (mostly muscle) and was more rounded, so the breasts popped out while she hops. It took a while to find the right bra that ensures it.

More important, the nightmares she had about her time with Courtney has dropped from every few days to every few months.

“No, I’m not going to ungag you.” I said sternly. “You’re being punished.”

She tried giving me the puppy dog eye pout, to which I responded by turning my head.

Since she talked me into keeping her, she has developed quite an arsenal in manipulating me. They didn’t always work, but the fact she was still living up to her agreement with me was the most important thing to me.

Sighing under her gag, she carefully kneeled down. It had taken a few months, but she was able kneel with bound and gag without tipping over. Placing her forehead on the ground was the signal she needed to talk to me and that no games were involved.

Sitting on the floor beside her, I removed the tape and pulled out the stuffing. Reaching up, I held the water bottle to her mouth.

When she was done drinking, she said, “Thanks, all joking aside, it was a nice thing you did in talking Courtney’s family into establishing the foundation.”

“It wasn’t that hard,” I said. “They were leaning that way, so it hadn’t taken much.”

Moving over to sit on my lap, she started nibbling on my ear.

I had to ask something that was I was curious about. “If we had met in the bar, and I had asked you out, would you have gone out with me?”

“Hell, no,” she laughed. “I always hate seeing the hot young babe with an old fart like you. I saw that too many times with my father, even while he was still married to my mother.”

Then she kissed me. “You’re one old fart that knows how keep me happy.”

As I said, the fact she keeps her agreement with me is the main thing.

Dynamite sex is a wonderful bonus.

Having a hot sex slave priceless.
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Three weeks later.

It had been a rough few hours, but I was done with the easy part. Walking into my bedroom, I checked on Jessica. When I touched her, she snapped to a sitting position. Part of me had hoped the drug hadn’t worn out yet.

Despite being blindfolded, she looked around. “Carl?”

Taking off the blindfold, she blinked twice and looked around. “Where am I? This doesn’t look like Courtney’s place.”

The fact Courtney had been careless enough to let Jessica see her face early one and learn our names were something I hadn’t liked learning. “You’re at my place,” I said reconfiguring her ankle restraints to a hobble. Helping her up, I could feel her tense up.

I didn’t blame I knew first hand how sensitive a captive gets to a routine. Any change was usually for the worse.

Jessica tried to get a read on what was going on; she shyly smiled and said,” No hopping?”

I’d been tending her for several days. She was tense the first day. I couldn’t blame her given Courtney’s treatment of her. She started relaxing when I showered her, I had worn a bathing suit.

Courtney had been keeping her on mostly liquid diet, so she dangerously thin. I’d been feeding her solid food and letting her exercise more. She perked up and last night she started playing up to me. Besides “accidentally” rubbing up against me with bound twice, she started hopping around. I assumed, she was hoping I’d get Courtney to ease up on her.

“I’d probably like your hopping if you had a little more weight on,” I said. “Especially above the waist line,” I added with a smile.

She rewarded me with a megawatt smile.

Damn good smile, even without I was going to talk to Courtney about treating her better. Now it didn’t matter.

When we got to the living room, Jessica stopped when she saw the news. CNN was showing the crash footage again.

Given the look on my face at the sight, she quickly put it together. “Who was on the plane and how did crash?”

“Courtney was on it,” I said pouring two drinks. “It lost an engine on take off, maybe a bird strike. In any event, it was too low, too slow, and it crashed. Anyone who survived the crash died when it caught fire.”

Jessica got a far off stare on her face. She wasn’t really talking to me when she said, “I’ve never been religious, but for past four months, I’ve been praying she’d get struck by lighting, a car, or choke on her food. Anything so she couldn’t hurt me any more. This isn’t what I expected.”

“I know, I was hoping for B-52 strike,” I said. “Instead, I got a commando raid that rescued me.”

“Intellectually I knew if something happened to Courtney,” Jessica said “I’d probably die of thirst or choke.” She stopped short

“I’m dead, aren’t I,” Jessica looking me in the eye. “You don’t have any compelling reason to keep me alive do you? Why give me the warning?”

I added a straw to the glass I was going to give her. Walking over, I placed it close enough to her so she could bend over and get to the straw.

“When we first talked after I found out about what Courtney did,” I said taking a sip. “The first thing you told me was “I don’t want to die.” During the conversation, you added, “If do decided to kill me, let prepare.” I figured I owed you the chance.”

After she bent over and took a sip, she started coughing. “What did you give me to drink? It tastes like lighter fluid.”

“151 Rum,” I said. “I figure you wouldn’t want to waste any time getting a buzz on.”

She managed to swallow the next sip without coughing. “What happens next?”

Sipping my own drink, I said, “When I heard about the crash, I tried calling Courtney’s cell phone in case she missed her flight, no joy. I drugged your drink and prepared you for moving here. I packed my stuff and the smaller bondage gear from your prison. I asked a neighbor to keep an eye on it. I’m going to need help in removing the larger items, but I know some people who could help me. I’ll have to finish sanitizing the room and the house before I do that.”

At my insistence, before she left, I had Courtney transfer all the surveillance and information she had about Jessica on her computer to DVD. She didn’t have much paperwork on her, but what she did, I scanned and added to the DVD. I shredded the paperwork and burned it. The computer after erasing the data,  I wiped the free space with a DOD wipe.

My first day there, I spent most of the afternoon going over the computer and the upstairs with Courtney to make sure she didn’t have anything else relating to Jessica laying around. She didn’t. After she left, I cleaned up the prison area.

Courtney had kept it clean, but I wanted a sense of what had gone on in there. I had left Jessica chained up near the door. She gave me an unasked running commentary of her experience with each piece. Mainly how and how many times she’d been abused by each item.

I’d wanted to ask Courtney where she got her ideas. Some I’d never heard of, others, I wouldn’t have thought were anatomically possible, let alone enjoyable. Courtney had a natural talent for sexual torture.  

By the time I was done, the smell of Lysol and bleach was overpowering, so I took Jessica upstairs to let the place air out. She hadn’t been downstairs since.

I shouldn’t have much trouble removing the last traces of Jessica from the room. Upstairs wouldn’t take much. If authorities knew enough to do a full forensics sweep, I couldn’t clean it well enough to make a difference.  

“Carl,’ Jessica asked. “When we first met, I figured I wad dead when we stopped talking the first time. I could tell you didn’t like the fact Courtney kidnapped me. Why did you agree to sit for me?”

“Obliviously,” I told her. “I didn’t have a problem with her taking revenge.”

“I figured that,” she said. “When you admitted you did kill everyone Courtney thought told me you had.”

When we were lying in bed together after the shower, her below the covers, me above, we talked. I did confirm I did cause all three deaths Courtney thought I had. She took the fact I had murdered her father better than I expected.

Her only comment was, “As little as you think of him as a Prosecutor, I think less of him as father, husband, and a man.” She never did explain why.

“I promised my kid brother I’d look out after her if anything happened to him. I blew that when she kidnapped you. The real reason I decided to tend you was the answer to the question I asked when we went back upstairs. I asked her, “If we do get rid of her, do I have to worry about finding out you have another woman down there anytime in the next five years?””

Pondering for a minute, Jessica asked, “What was her answer?”

“She didn’t give me one. She couldn’t give me an indigent no, or even a shaky no. I could read her face, she hadn’t thought about it, but I could tell she couldn’t or wouldn’t rule it.”

“I figured there were only the following ways to prevent her from kidnapping anyone else, was to kill Courtney or let her work it out of her system with you. The way she was going, I figured she’d kill you, hurt you badly enough to need to finish you off, or you’d get a chance to do enough damage to her to keep her from wanting to take that chance again.

“Rather rough on me, wouldn’t it?” Jessica asked dryly. “I have to admit, I like that last option the best even if she did beat me to death afterwards.”

Jessica asked, “How about another drink?”

While I was pouring it, she looked up. “Carl, I have appreciated the fact you didn’t raped me while you had the chance. I like the way you’ve treated me. I know it asking a lot, but when you dispose of my body, could let them find it sometime. My Mother would like to have a body to bury.”

Old habits died hard with me. Despite not having an immediate need, I had scouted cemeteries in the area on how hard it would be doing a Chicago funeral in them. I had buried a few mannequins under some graves.

I had thought about burying her under Courtney’s coffin, but after thirty seconds common sense and a strong distaste stopped that idea dead in its tracks.

I also spotted a few other areas for body disposal. I shouldn’t have a problem in making sure her body wouldn’t be found for over a year.

“I could probably do it,” I said at last. “Anything else?”

“Thanks for not using a file on my teeth,” she said with a half smile.

Despite plastic surgery, I have an impressive collection of scars. After the shower, she was curious about what I had undergone while I was a prisoner. Unlike Courtney on Jessica, my captors had burned with cigarettes, and a lighter, not to mention the ever-popular hand cranked generator.

What started her crying was when I mentioned someone else they had captive; they used a file on her teeth to get her to talk. I was never sure why they didn’t do that to me.

After she settled down, she did ask me right before she fell asleep, if there was anyway I would keep her.

I’m not sure why, the next day I checked the items Courtney collected on Jessica.

From the research she had done, she thought Jessica was a smart well like women. I had enjoyed talking with her after she stopped being so guarded. She was playing me in hopes improving her lot, but I still enjoyed it.

Courtney had taken some footage of her dancing at the Coyote Ugly Bar. There was a joy of life on her face I was drawn to.

I’ll admit, I did wonder what would have happened if we had met under better circumstances.

I really need to kill her now.

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I only understand women enough to know I shouldn’t marry. As an example, my relationship with Courtney.

“Carl, I have to go out of town for about two weeks. Would you mind house sitting?” Courtney asked.

That explains why for the first time in almost five months, that she invited me over for dinner. I live about an hour away, but she lives closer to town, than my family’s former vacation home. “How about I just check on your place periodically?” I didn’t want to leave my palace unattended for that long.

I really wanted to ask her about the bruise under her left eye. Tomorrow it would be a shiner.

Biting her lower lip, she said, “No, that won’t work. I’d rather have you here full time. I should warn you, if you do, it’s a Class A felony.”

That caught me up short; Courtney would be the last person I would expect to commit a felony.

Courtney is my sister-in-law. My kid brother Greg was still using training wheels when I joined the Marine Corps. During my time away, we kept up steady of letters to each other. When our parents died during his junior year in college, I talked him out of dropping out.

It worked; he first got his Engineering degree, then job with a national engineering firm. They paid for his Masters. Two months after he got his Masters, he married Courtney. That was four years ago.

Courtney is an attorney. At the time, she was working for the local ACLU chapter. Politically, she tilted so far left; I’m surprised she could walk upright. She calls me her favorite Neanderthal Fascist Storm Trooper.

I think she’s joking about me being her favorite Neanderthal Fascist Storm Trooper.

I retired after 25 years in Federal service (10 years Marine Scout / Sniper, the other 15 was with other, unnamed Federal Agencies). Growing up, we had a vacation home near here, and we both liked the area. I moved into the vacation home. Being an hour away, we could get together easily, but not be in each other’s hip pocket.

That changed a year and half ago. Two local rich kids were playing wantabee gangsters. The details don’t matter, Greg died almost instantly, Courtney was pretty badly mess up. Her mom is in bad shape; her father had to take care of his wife. Her two brothers lived across the country. That left me to help her pick up the pieces.

I spent enough time in rehab, I knew how to help her.

It took almost six months, but physically she healed. Emotionally was another matter. Before, she was dark blonde version of Brook Burns. Unless she was in court, she had a wide smile and laughed easily. I could why my brother fell in love with her.

The after Courtney never smiled, had dead eyes, and well face it; Courtney was just going through the motions of living. She left the ACLU, and went to work for a foundation specializing in charitable donations for historic preservations and nature work.

During this time, the criminal case against the two jackasses wasn’t going well. You know the old saying prosecutor can indict a ham sandwich. This DA couldn’t find a sandwich in a Subways.

The final straw was the only three pieces of physical evidence they had. While they were sitting in the police evidence room, one disappeared, the second suddenly the contents didn’t match the outside label, and the third the seal broke.

The judge dismissed the case. Even I could see she didn’t have choice. Courtney’s reaction, well, she was acting strange the last time we met. I had hopefully talked her out of doing anything stupid.

Four months ago, the probable reason why the case went south became public. The FBI arrested the local DA Stephan Rossi for bribery, corruption, evidence tampering, and mail fraud. While Greg’s case wasn’t listed, as the saying goes, the investigation was ongoing.

The past tense is simple. After he bailed out, Stephan Rossi was holding a press conference on the steps of the Federal Courthouse. During the middle of it, someone blew his brains out.

I’d been working part time helping train the local SWAT snipers. Since I didn’t have an alibi, I was prime suspect. That was until they found out I didn’t own a .223 / 5.56 mm weapon, and the casing they found on the roof had come from a State Police M-16.

I guess Courtney never told the police that I use to keep a.308 rifle set up to use a sabot round which allow you to shoot a .223 bullet out of a .308 rifle.

Courtney was leading through the basement. “We were going to set this room as a wine cellar, have some chairs and table for tastes,” Courtney said. She pulled back a bookcase revealing a push lock door.

Courtney’s eye finally had some life in them. Only problem, the emotion was desperation.

After checking the spy hole, she punched in the combination, and opened the door. When I walked in I saw a naked dark hair woman. Her arms were pulled back in a tight strappado. The arms were high enough to force her head down.

Her legs were straddling a wooden triangle with the apex in her crotch. Her ankles were strapped to base. I couldn’t see much of her face the hair wasn’t blocking, due to the gag and blindfold on them. Despite the coolness, she had a sweat shine on her skin.

She didn’t flinch too much as I traced the calluses among the welts, cuts and abrasions on her back, buttocks and the soles of her feet. Add in the restraint marks on her calves, thighs, abdomen, and upper arms, I got a quick read on what Courtney had done to her.

I must have gone pale, since Courtney asked me, “Are you okay? You look like you’re going to faint.”

“Bad memories,” I said. “I’ve been in her position.”

If I had any questions on what the marks on her body meant, all I had to do was check the scars I have in the same spots. I don’t have any trouble remember what caused them.

Despite the covering on her face, I could see her wince when her head whipped around to face me when I spoke.

Courtney was lower the rope holding her arms up. “I figure 90 minutes like this is enough punishment for hitting me. I was going to chain her to the pole, so she could be properly displayed for you. She managed to head butt me, so I had to punish her. You think after four months, she would have learned.”

“Who is she?” I asked.

“Jessica Rossi,” Courtney said, “As in Stephan Rossi’s daughter. I knew Greg’s case couldn’t have gone wrong that badly without help. There have been rumors about corruption in the DA’s office for years. I wanted Rossi to suffer. The last time we saw each other, you didn’t see interested in doing anything about the DA, so I didn’t ask you for help as I had planned.”

Swatting Jessica’s butt, Courtney added, “I know how much a father dotes on his only daughter, even a rebellious one. Jessica left law school after her first year and became a Coyote Ugly bartender. You know the chain that.”

Interrupting, I said, “I’ve been to one.”

Well, it’s not the place to a quiet drink, but it was interesting to watch. I think I like the parts of the CMT special I’ve seen than the part of the movie I’ve seen.

Jessica had perked up when she heard my voice, but has deflated since I hadn’t freed her. “How long have you had her?”

“I kidnapped her two days before her father’s arrest,” Courtney said. “I was going to send pictures of her in as pitiful state was possible to her father. I thought watching the news about her father’s arrest would be tormenting to her. I wanted her broken in spirit. They had just finished showing his Perp Walk, we were watching the press conference. She saw her father’s death live. That put her in shock for two days. ”

Putting the naked woman out of my mind, I turned so she was out of my sight line. “You could get away with sending pictures once or twice,” I said. “After that, you’d probably get caught.”

“Yeah,” Courtney said drawing the word out. “What about Michael and Tony?”

Michael and Tony were the two assholes that killed Greg. Six weeks after they got out of jail, Michael wrapped his Porsche around a tree killing him, putting Tony in the hospital with 80% burns across his body. He’s also paralyzed from the neck down.

Courtney thinks I have the skills and ability to have sabotage Michael’s car. The police listed it as an accident.

Who do you think is right, Courtney or the cops?

“Carl,” Courtney said. “I had a blood test done on her, no drugs or STDs. If you want to while you’re taking care of her, you can take her.”

“You all ready raped her,” I said quietly. That could be the only way Courtney could suggest something like that.

“It was a couple of days after her father’s death,” Courtney said. “She came up fighting something fierce, I finally got her tied down, the next thing I knew, I was naked and raping her.”

“Look, I’m not gay or bi-sexual,” she said defending herself. “But the sex is like nothing I’ve had.”

‘Yeah,’ I said to myself. I knew all about that. Absolute power over someone, for some reason that always seems to make the sex better for the dominate one.

Hell for the victim, something else Jessica and I have in common.

“If you’re not going to house sit for me, let me know what you’re going to do” Courtney said. “If you’re going to free her, I’ll wait in the bedroom for the cops.” Jessica perked up again enough to shake her head in agreement.

I wonder if that means she’ll shoot herself or take pills and overdose. I couldn’t see her going to jail.

“If you’re not calling the cops,” Courtney said. “At least help me get rid of the body after I kill her.” Jessica started shaking her head no.

I looked at Jessica and Courtney. It looked like they had the same expression on their faces, wondering what I was going to decide.

First time in my life, I understand women. Just wished I didn’t understand quite as well as I do on what both of them are going through.

What in the hell do I do now?

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Three weeks later.

It had been a rough few hours, but I was done with the easy part. Walking into my bedroom, I checked on Jessica. When I touched her, she snapped to a sitting position. Part of me had hoped the drug hadn’t worn out yet.

Despite being blindfolded, she looked around. “Carl?”

Taking off the blindfold, she blinked twice and looked around. “Where am I? This doesn’t look like Courtney’s place.”

The fact Courtney had been careless enough to let Jessica see her face early one and learn our names were something I hadn’t liked learning. “You’re at my place,” I said reconfiguring her ankle restraints to a hobble. Helping her up, I could feel her tense up.

I didn’t blame I knew first hand how sensitive a captive gets to a routine. Any change was usually for the worse.

Jessica tried to get a read on what was going on; she shyly smiled and said,” No hopping?”

I’d been tending her for several days. She was tense the first day. I couldn’t blame her given Courtney’s treatment of her. She started relaxing when I showered her, I had worn a bathing suit.

Courtney had been keeping her on mostly liquid diet, so she dangerously thin. I’d been feeding her solid food and letting her exercise more. She perked up and last night she started playing up to me. Besides “accidentally” rubbing up against me with bound twice, she started hopping around. I assumed, she was hoping I’d get Courtney to ease up on her.

“I’d probably like your hopping if you had a little more weight on,” I said. “Especially above the waist line,” I added with a smile.

She rewarded me with a megawatt smile.

Damn good smile, even without I was going to talk to Courtney about treating her better. Now it didn’t matter.

When we got to the living room, Jessica stopped when she saw the news. CNN was showing the crash footage again.

Given the look on my face at the sight, she quickly put it together. “Who was on the plane and how did crash?”

“Courtney was on it,” I said pouring two drinks. “It lost an engine on take off, maybe a bird strike. In any event, it was too low, too slow, and it crashed. Anyone who survived the crash died when it caught fire.”

Jessica got a far off stare on her face. She wasn’t really talking to me when she said, “I’ve never been religious, but for past four months, I’ve been praying she’d get struck by lighting, a car, or choke on her food. Anything so she couldn’t hurt me any more. This isn’t what I expected.”

“I know, I was hoping for B-52 strike,” I said. “Instead, I got a commando raid that rescued me.”

“Intellectually I knew if something happened to Courtney,” Jessica said “I’d probably die of thirst or choke.” She stopped short

“I’m dead, aren’t I,” Jessica looking me in the eye. “You don’t have any compelling reason to keep me alive do you? Why give me the warning?”

I added a straw to the glass I was going to give her. Walking over, I placed it close enough to her so she could bend over and get to the straw.

“When we first talked after I found out about what Courtney did,” I said taking a sip. “The first thing you told me was “I don’t want to die.” During the conversation, you added, “If do decided to kill me, let prepare.” I figured I owed you the chance.”

After she bent over and took a sip, she started coughing. “What did you give me to drink? It tastes like lighter fluid.”

“151 Rum,” I said. “I figure you wouldn’t want to waste any time getting a buzz on.”

She managed to swallow the next sip without coughing. “What happens next?”

Sipping my own drink, I said, “When I heard about the crash, I tried calling Courtney’s cell phone in case she missed her flight, no joy. I drugged your drink and prepared you for moving here. I packed my stuff and the smaller bondage gear from your prison. I asked a neighbor to keep an eye on it. I’m going to need help in removing the larger items, but I know some people who could help me. I’ll have to finish sanitizing the room and the house before I do that.”

At my insistence, before she left, I had Courtney transfer all the surveillance and information she had about Jessica on her computer to DVD. She didn’t have much paperwork on her, but what she did, I scanned and added to the DVD. I shredded the paperwork and burned it. The computer after erasing the data,  I wiped the free space with a DOD wipe.

My first day there, I spent most of the afternoon going over the computer and the upstairs with Courtney to make sure she didn’t have anything else relating to Jessica laying around. She didn’t. After she left, I cleaned up the prison area.

Courtney had kept it clean, but I wanted a sense of what had gone on in there. I had left Jessica chained up near the door. She gave me an unasked running commentary of her experience with each piece. Mainly how and how many times she’d been abused by each item.

I’d wanted to ask Courtney where she got her ideas. Some I’d never heard of, others, I wouldn’t have thought were anatomically possible, let alone enjoyable. Courtney had a natural talent for sexual torture.  

By the time I was done, the smell of Lysol and bleach was overpowering, so I took Jessica upstairs to let the place air out. She hadn’t been downstairs since.

I shouldn’t have much trouble removing the last traces of Jessica from the room. Upstairs wouldn’t take much. If authorities knew enough to do a full forensics sweep, I couldn’t clean it well enough to make a difference.  

“Carl,’ Jessica asked. “When we first met, I figured I wad dead when we stopped talking the first time. I could tell you didn’t like the fact Courtney kidnapped me. Why did you agree to sit for me?”

“Obliviously,” I told her. “I didn’t have a problem with her taking revenge.”

“I figured that,” she said. “When you admitted you did kill everyone Courtney thought told me you had.”

When we were lying in bed together after the shower, her below the covers, me above, we talked. I did confirm I did cause all three deaths Courtney thought I had. She took the fact I had murdered her father better than I expected.

Her only comment was, “As little as you think of him as a Prosecutor, I think less of him as father, husband, and a man.” She never did explain why.

“I promised my kid brother I’d look out after her if anything happened to him. I blew that when she kidnapped you. The real reason I decided to tend you was the answer to the question I asked when we went back upstairs. I asked her, “If we do get rid of her, do I have to worry about finding out you have another woman down there anytime in the next five years?””

Pondering for a minute, Jessica asked, “What was her answer?”

“She didn’t give me one. She couldn’t give me an indigent no, or even a shaky no. I could read her face, she hadn’t thought about it, but I could tell she couldn’t or wouldn’t rule it.”

“I figured there were only the following ways to prevent her from kidnapping anyone else, was to kill Courtney or let her work it out of her system with you. The way she was going, I figured she’d kill you, hurt you badly enough to need to finish you off, or you’d get a chance to do enough damage to her to keep her from wanting to take that chance again.

“Rather rough on me, wouldn’t it?” Jessica asked dryly. “I have to admit, I like that last option the best even if she did beat me to death afterwards.”

Jessica asked, “How about another drink?”

While I was pouring it, she looked up. “Carl, I have appreciated the fact you didn’t raped me while you had the chance. I like the way you’ve treated me. I know it asking a lot, but when you dispose of my body, could let them find it sometime. My Mother would like to have a body to bury.”

Old habits died hard with me. Despite not having an immediate need, I had scouted cemeteries in the area on how hard it would be doing a Chicago funeral in them. I had buried a few mannequins under some graves.

I had thought about burying her under Courtney’s coffin, but after thirty seconds common sense and a strong distaste stopped that idea dead in its tracks.

I also spotted a few other areas for body disposal. I shouldn’t have a problem in making sure her body wouldn’t be found for over a year.

“I could probably do it,” I said at last. “Anything else?”

“Thanks for not using a file on my teeth,” she said with a half smile.

Despite plastic surgery, I have an impressive collection of scars. After the shower, she was curious about what I had undergone while I was a prisoner. Unlike Courtney on Jessica, my captors had burned with cigarettes, and a lighter, not to mention the ever-popular hand cranked generator.

What started her crying was when I mentioned someone else they had captive; they used a file on her teeth to get her to talk. I was never sure why they didn’t do that to me.

After she settled down, she did ask me right before she fell asleep, if there was anyway I would keep her.

I’m not sure why, the next day I checked the items Courtney collected on Jessica.

From the research she had done, she thought Jessica was a smart well like women. I had enjoyed talking with her after she stopped being so guarded. She was playing me in hopes improving her lot, but I still enjoyed it.

Courtney had taken some footage of her dancing at the Coyote Ugly Bar. There was a joy of life on her face I was drawn to.

I’ll admit, I did wonder what would have happened if we had met under better circumstances.

I really need to kill her now.

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