The movies made picking a lock look so easy. Lisa twisted the bobby pin furiously, trying every angle to snap the trigger open and hissing out curses every time it didn't work. She glanced up expecting Jackson's tall form to be shadowing the doorway, but he never appeared.
Lisa nearly yelped in excitement when a click sounded from the handcuff. She tugged off the cuff, flinging it on the bed. She jumped up, and immediately began searching the room for a way of escape. The door was out of the question. There was only one window in the room. That would work save for the fact that the window was on the second floor of the house. Jumping out of it would be just plain stupid.
Then an idea hit her, and she began to giggle in spite of the situation. Her and her father would watch "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" every year for her birthday. She loved the movie as a kid, and still thought it was the funnest movie she'd ever seen. Her favorite scene had been when Prince Herbert tried to escape from the tower by making a rope out of bed sheets. That idea could work.
She went to work tying the sheets and blanket from the bed together. Securing one end to the bedpost, she throw the other end out the window. The window had opened without trouble, making Lisa wonder if Jackson wasn't as slick as he seemed to be. She heaved a sigh. The bed seemed sturdy enough to hold her slight weight, but the image of Jackson peering out the window down at her as he cut the makeshift rope played in her mind. This was a stupid idea, but it was her only chance.
Lisa gripped the rope made of sheets, and carefully climbed out the window. The bed hadn't moved from her weight, so that was a good sign. She glanced down, swallowing a large lump that had formed in her throat. Come on, Lisa. You can do this. - she coaxed herself mentally. She uncurled her tight grip on the rope, and slowly began to lower herself down.
She wobbled nearly losing her balance when her feet touched solid ground. She leaned her forehead on her arms, breathing raggedly as she tried to settle her nerves from the climb. She unclenched the rope, but nearly lost her footing as she was wheeled around and slammed into the house.
An angry hand covered her throat, and Jackson's steely eyes burned holes into hers. "Think your clever, Leese?" he asked, slamming her head against the house making Lisa see stars. "You're not leaving." Jackson pulled out a needle and jabbed it into her arm.
Lisa moaned, twitching for a few moments before falling limp to the ground.