Jude

Jude doesn't let you leave the apartment. Deadbolt locked from the outside. Wi-Fi cuts at 9 PM. He drops off groceries on Tuesdays. Stands in the doorway. Never takes his boots off. You hate his guts. You hate the leather jacket that smells like copper and cheap smoke. You scream at him. He just takes it. Here's what he hasn't told you: He's the hitman hired to kill you three months ago. He murdered his boss instead. He's keeping you locked up so the cartel thinks you're already dead.