Note: Hnnnghhh. More content warning. Also "interesting things."
She was bleeding all over the goddamn place, after he slammed her face into the wall. Stupid bitch always did have weak skin. Last time he'd tried to fuck her, she busted her scalp on the wall outside his house. Her fucking zombie had pulled him off of her and was gonna chuck his ass over the railing.
She'd stopped him, then. Shouldn't have, Jericho thought. She wouldn't be such a goddamn mess right now!
He lifted her by the back of her hair again and looked at the mark across her nose. It was broken, didn't look the same as it had. Started to swell up already, looked real nasty.
All that shit out there, putting her in such a bad way... He grinned and shook his head at her. She was too damn sympathetic for her own good. Why she would ever want to come begging to him... She was such a fucking slut.
"You earned that one," he told her, as she cried. "I told you we wasn't finished."
"You assho―" she yelled. He lifted a fist in a threatening manner and she threw her arms up to cover her face. "Stop, Jericho!"
"Tit for fuckin' tat," Jericho said, dropping her to the mattress. "And beggars can't be choosers, bitch." He got dressed and stared down at her, a bloodied and shivering lump on his mattress. He'd destroyed the bitch.
The nail marks on his back stung a little, but they were fucking worth it. He'd rode her so hard she wasn't gonna walk straight for a while, so goddamn long she was all rubbery by the time he pulled himself off of her body. She had a couple nice blue marks deepening on her hips in addition to her newly broken nose and some real long scrapes on her breasts from him pushing her into the corrugated metal. Hell, she was lucky she didn't have any fucking bruises on the inside!
He'd dicked her good, and she fucking loved it. She came every fucking time. Stupid bitch didn't know what to think. Hah, he wouldn't be surprised if he had fucked her brains right out of her pretty little head. Probably do her some good, being dicked completely dumb.
"Get up and get dressed," he told her. "Quit bleeding on my goddamn mattress."
She'd sobered up since she knocked on the door. Was regretting her decision, now. He could tell, she wasn't scared anymore. Still had that stupid Emily look on her face, that big blue-eyed invitation to abuse her like she wanted it bad. Innocent fucking slut, thought she could play with the big boys. She wouldn't know shit about nothing, 'til he was done with her.
Jericho walked across the room and sat down, lighting a cigarette. He wasn't fucking done. She wasn't drunk no more, though. Made it hard to keep her from fighting back. Too bad he was out of booze, he coulda got her drunk again and had some more fun.
His eyes flicked over to the boards sitting against the shelf by the door, grinning to himself. Maybe a lot more fun, depending on how much pain she could take. Bet it's a lot, he thought, coughing a little. Bet she could take a couple of smacks to the ass with a two-by-four. She needed a couple of slaps to the face with one.
The lights above his head flickered as he took a drag on the cigarette. Emily was making pained noises, the bed frame creaking as she got up. "Fucking asshole," she muttered.
He leaned back in the chair. "Yeah," he agreed, chuckling. He'd done that, too. A sly look spread across his face. It was too good, too much fun. Everything was just too much. He felt worn out, might as well take a break.
She moved away from the bed and picked up her underwear, pulling it on. She stood there, glaring at him. "What?" he asked, throwing his hands out. "You got what you wanted, you stupid little slut."
"You―" she seethed at him, snatching up her outfit.
"Don't fucking blame me if you weren't up for it," he told her. "You asked for it, and you got it." She'd gotten it good, too. He grinned, showing his broken teeth. He'd gotten them cookies. Good fucking cookies! Needed some milk to go with it, hah! "You know what, you still ain't showed me how sorry you are. You and your fuckin' zombie parading about like you owned the fuckin' place. Lettin' him bust my fuckin' door in." He sneered at her. "No one ever told me they was sorry for beatin' my face in, neither."
The lights flickered again as Emily wiped her blood off of her face, sucking snot up into her head. "Whatever," she said, angrily.
"Lucky for you," Jericho said, coughing again, "I'm in a good mood. I'll do ya one more time, if you want. But you gotta ask nice like."
She glared at him again, pulling her shirt right-side out, blood dripping from her nose. "No, thank you," she muttered, pulling a little too hard and ripping the fabric of her undershirt.
Ah, it had been too much fucking fun, for him to stay mad. He leaned his head against the wall and enjoyed the cigarette, watching her. Emily kept trying to get dressed, wobbling on her feet. Hell fucking yeah.
A noise outside caught his attention. A loud thump and metal creaking. Jericho narrowed his eyes at the door, put out his cigarette with two fingers. Emily was swearing and pulling her clothes apart as he jerked the door open, staring out into the darkness.
Lights were out on the walkway. Wasn't unusual for that to happen; the power lines were all jerry-rigged onto poles around the houses. Shit didn't work perfect on a good day. He grumbled and stepped out of the door, arms crossed over his chest, looking up at the metal pole that held the lines. His eyes traveled down the line to the corner of his house and back out to the junction.
The pole was tilting, leaning toward Emily's shack. A muffled explosion sounded, as he stared. The walkway trembled under his boots, making him take an involuntary step forward to gain his balance. What the fuck was that? Sounded like it was outside the wall―
Emily poked her head out, feeling the shivering under her feet. "The hell is going on," she mumbled, blinking rapidly.
Everything that happened next was over in a few minutes, but felt like a lot longer. Dust billowed up from around the back end of the walk, loud creaking and groaning noises coming over the air. The pole tilted down and came to a rest onto Emily's roof, then shuddered and shied off of the roof and toward the walk in front of him. The lines held it suspended above the walk, thank fuck, otherwise they would have been electrocuted. Jericho started moving backward.
Metal on metal sounds began coming from under the walk, along with the downed pole, caused him to swear and back up faster, and all of a sudden a louder explosion overtook the air. The walk shook under their feet, groaning as the metal shimmied like a pool of water. Jericho grabbed the door frame and held on, his other hand moving to grab his weapon. Emily shrieked, flailing as she grabbed his shoulder for balance.
The walk went sideways, tilting down toward the center of town. Dust flew everywhere, getting in their eyes and mouths. He heard Emily coughing, saw her covering her face with her undershirt and moving out of the house in a stumble, staring out at her house.
An incredibly loud scraping noise sounded, and the screaming began. The house where Emily lived tilted with the walk toward the ground, then began to slide right off the walk.
"What in the fuck―" Jericho yelled.
"BUTCH!" Emily screamed, slipping as she tried to run toward the house. Jericho caught her arm with one hand and pulled her back to him as the walkway snapped in half with the weight of the building, sharp edges slicing up into the air. It sheared from the rest of the walk, leaving his house untouched and shuddering with the snap.
"Think your little boyfriend is fucked!" he grinned, watching the destruction. It was a goddamn amazing sight, her house falling right off the edge into the crater. Fucking awesome! And thank fuck it wasn't his house!
Emily shrieked and slapped at him, trying to get him to let her go. Jericho didn't budge, one hand on his door frame and the other wrapped around her still-naked upper arm. She hadn't even managed to get her clothes on past her underwear, and she was the same color as the ground inside the town. She shook with emotion as he held her. Jericho was briefly distracted by the sight of her tits covered in dust. Tit for tat, for sure, he grinned wider. She had a nice pair. Looked even nicer when he'd had them smashed against the wall.
She tried to pry his fingers from her, yelling something he couldn't hear, as the noise got louder. "Don't be fuckin' stupid," he yelled, watching as her house tumbled down onto the Brass Lantern. Hah, fuck that place! Andy was gonna shit bricks! Jericho roared with laughter. Served him right for being such a goddamn asshat all his fucking life!
"Let me go, you rotten fuck!" Emily shrieked, starting to cough and spit out dust. The dust began to settle, laying itself onto everything, as her house kept sliding. Jericho looked up at the saloon, saw the crowd gathering up there. The grin never left his face as shouts came over the air. Oh, this was just fucking amazing. A great end to a fucking incredible day!
Someone was yelling underneath the house as it kept falling, turning onto its side and landing with a painfully loud scraping noise against the roof of the clinic and the Brass Lantern. The roof was resting square on that fucking bomb down in town.
Lucky the damn thing was dead, now. Thanks to Emily. Jericho shot her a look. She was still shrieking and trying to pry his fingers from her arm.
"C'mon, bitch," he hollered, dragging Emily along the walk. The metal had stopped moving, exposing a gaping hole in the earth under the shack. It collapsed in on itself, under the weight of the loose dirt and rock, as he edged her past. Whatever the fuck happened there, it wasn't happening no more. Jericho jerked her arm forward and shoved her up over the pipe near the entrance to town.
Emily hadn't stopped shrieking since he grabbed her, suddenly stopped as she landed on the ground. She coughed and spat, wheezing. Jericho turned back to look at the carnage, whistling in appreciation.
"Christ Almighty," he heard the sheriff say, coming up behind them. "You lot alright?"
"Butch―" Emily breathed out, her voice tight.
"The hell―" Simms said. "Emily―"
Jericho turned back around to see the black man handing Emily his trench coat, looking down at the mess her house made. Emily took it and shrugged it over her shoulders. She glared at Jericho as she closed up the front, then started wobbling her way down toward her house, obviously agitated.
What the hell happened? He glanced up at the sheriff, then back to the caved-in hole in the ground. The beams that held the shack up on the side of the crater were snapped, a shit ton of rocks and dirt ejected from the explosion.
A hand was sticking up out of the dirt, twitching. Jericho climbed up the rubble and pulled on the hand, dragging out a half of a shoulder wearing raider armor. Fuck, no wonder them assholes hadn't been attacking the town. Simms came up beside him,
"Got lucky," he told Simms, as he held up the dismembered shoulder and arm. "Fuckin' bastards tried to dig under town."
Simms squinted at the remains. "Stay here," he said, moving off to the ruined house.
Jericho pulled his assault rifle off of his back and lit another cigarette, and heard Emily swearing from down near the bomb. Man, she was lucky as hell she'd been in his place when that shit went down.
He chuckled and shook his head, and did his fucking job.