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"Don't you find all this boring, Jack?" Lisa asked casually from her lazy position on the couch. Jackson looked up from his laptop to regard her. She didn't make eye contact, but rather continued her languid appraisal of the sun set outside.

"And what do you mean by that?" Jackson pried with genuine interest whilst trying to glean clues from her body language, unsuccessfully.

"It's rude to answer a question with a question" she quoted smugly to him much to his annoyance, her gaze still fixed to the horizon, "you should know that, Jack." Lisa had deliberately opted to use his shorter and strongly despised nickname to try and annoy him. She was succeeding, much to his growing aggravation.

"Humour me." He spoke coldly. At his obvious change in tone Lisa turned her head so that her eyes met Jackson's, a small smile playing on her lips. She remained silent, her eyes seemingly doing all the talking needed. She was playing with him and she was enjoying it. All the bullshit superiority and infuriating smugness he taunted her with on a daily basis, she found, was now playing on her mind. The thick silence had begun to grow stale in the air, but neither averted their stubborn gaze from one another.

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They'd been co-existing together now for over a month. Lisa's endlessly entertaining and hysterical attempts of escape had become scarcer and weaker, which Jackson took as a sign of steady defeat. His plan was right on track, as intended.

But maybe it was working to well…. The fiery brunette he'd grown to have a strange fascination for was steadily becoming somewhat of a shell. Her gaze was always vacant, her retaliations to his provoking had become non-existent, even his suggestive comments barely even made her shudder anymore. Where was his Lisa, had she left, or was she just hiding?

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"Damnit, Leese!" Jackson ground out all at once, slapping his hand lightly on the desk, "you finally say something remotely intriguing and then… nothing." Silence still. Jackson sat back a little in his chair, a mask of poise and muted relaxation becoming apparent on his features.

"Well," Jackson continued slowly, "I could always make you talk," he finished, placing particular sinister emphasis on the word 'make.'

Jackson was taken aback when a sardonic laugh began to reverberate from Lisa, shaking her entire body. The perturbed look that crossed Jackson's face only fuelled her almost demonic outburst into fits of laughter until she felt her stomach actually begin to cramp, a forgotten feeling for her since being in this place.

"Go for it!" Lisa exclaimed throwing her hands in the air in a notion of victory. "Make me, Jack. Make me talk! Just like you made me come here, just like you made me obey you," she trailed off, her confident façade replaced by a bitter smile. "There is nothing left you can make me do," She finished sternly, much of the previous humour having left her eyes.

"Well that's just not true." He taunted after a moment's pause, the pointed comment brought an unsettling smile back to her face, much to Jackson's surprise. She rose sharply from the couch and began wandering over to him slowly. She bit her lip and fingered the hem of her dress that clung to her body so provocatively. He couldn't help but admire her figure. She was tiny, almost frail looking, and yet so powerful as he'd come to find.

She stopped a few inches from him, his eyes were at her chest level but he still held her gaze as a look he hadn't seen her wear before crossed her features. It was a playful one, he decided, though it still made him ever so slightly anxious. Still saying nothing, she swung her right leg over his left followed by her left over his right. She straddled him.

Jackson did his best to cover his surprise… and arousal, but she didn't relent. He smelled her scent. The scent that had slowly driven him mad to the point of obsession. She leaned in close, brushing her nose against his neck softly and whispered, "Like I said, Jack, nothing left you can make me do."

Jackson couldn't help but run a hand up her smooth thigh, the movement causing her to shudder, whether from pleasure or disgust he did not know. He suddenly pulled her face from his neck and studied her expression in an attempt to read her. He found her unsettlingly unreadable.

"What are you doing, Leese?" He asked somewhat exasperated, somewhat aroused, but definitely curious.

A look of self-satisfaction caused by his vain attempts to uncover her true intentions appeared on her face once more. Though her lips moved to a smile, he noticed, her eyes remained the same, impassive. In a deceptively small voice, she continued to goad him. "Humour me."

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