okay, you guys misunderstood. i am going to finish this story before i take a break and start a next one. sorry about that. i may not take a break as i love writing. but i will finish this story first. i know some of you arent as interested in Jackson's story, but these are the things that Cleo has done, Sally has to know these things to and rather than just writing that she read it, im making this Jackson's story for the moment. But then everyone might undertand Jackson more just as Sally will to. okay, back to the story..
Jackson woke up alone in bed the next morning. His eyes were shut off. He sighed and felt the bed. Definitely alone. Then the door again. Click, turn, sqeak, shut, click. "Good morning Jackson." Cleo greeted. Jackson sat up and reminded "You said you'd give me the remote. I can leave now." Cleo sighed but then suddenly, light! Jackson rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. Back on. He looked at Cleo who stood a litte ways away. "Our encounter wasn't good enough. You can't leave." She exclaimed. Jackson's eyes widened. "What!?" He yelled! "This is kidnapping and you're holding me against my will!" he then jumped out of bed and tried the door! It wouldn't budge. Cleo glared and rolled her eyes saying "Don't be so dramatic. I need you for practice. Although, you could always try again." She smiled. Jackson turned and stared at her.
Practice? For what!? Jackson was furious and growled as he came at her again! Cleo crossed took a few steps back and then again! Jackson felt the electricity hit him! He fell to the ground and bam, again darkness! "Please stop..." He whined. Cleo snickered and shook her head as she stared at how pathetic Jackson was. "I need a bath.. Would you like to help me with that?" She asked. Jackson just sat on his knees on the ground. He didn't answer. Cleo needed an answer so she tasered him again! This time the electricity split through his back! He fell flat to the ground with a groan as she stopped. Cleo then turned his eyes back on. "Come help me bathe Jackson." She ordered. Jackson looked up at her and just didn't have the energy to fight her. He sighed and stood up. Cleo took him to the bathroom, she began running the water.
"Now," She said. "Help me undress." Jackson glared at her. Plotted. He was going to kill her. That's what he had to do to get out of here. Jackson first helped with her top, pulling it over her head, then shoes, the button of her dress pants. The bra. He stopped there which humored Cleo. She finished running the bath and stripped fully naked and dipped into the tub. Practice. That kept running through his head. What did she need practice for? It made no sense to Jackson. Cleo leaned back with an awe. Relaxed in the steamy hot bath. "Now.. Rub my shoulders baby." She ordered sweetly. Jackson sighed and growled "I'm not your slave." She only waved the remote in the air and said "I could shut this off.. Drop it.." She dangled it over the water. Jackson reached for it shouting "No!.. Okay!.. I'll rub your shoulders!" Cleo smiled.
She was making excellent progress. Jackson reluctantly sat behind her and began rubbing her freakin shoulders. Bur he was very unhappy about it. He thought about killing her. By either wrapping hia hands around hwr throat. He could. His hands glided around the back of her neck. He could just squeeze.. Pressure.. Or he could force her under the water. She'd splash around and strangle though and that kind of terrified him. The thought of murder. He couldn't do it. He rubbed her shoulders as she chatted about plans. Plans to make Lightning pay for what he did bla bla bla, plans of how she planned to get pregnant by him, but Sally ruined that by warning him and causing chaos between the three of them.
Jackson just sat and quietly listened. Cleo even told him how Sally wasn't in the plan much. Cleo never wanted to speak to Sally much at all. That Sally forced her way into her and Lightning's relationship to the point Cleo had to start a fight. She hoped Sally would back down but she didn't. Jackson was only pissed hearing all this. Then he asked something. "Why did you even need me? I was meant to cause friction between Cal and McQueen, sure but.. Why me? Why not Gage or.. Francesco?" Cleo pushed his hands away and turned to look up at Jackson as she answered him with a smile. "You had to do it. I needed someone on the inside.. You were more important than anyome else." She assured.
Jackson stared at her then asked about Chick. Cleo snickered answering "After the accident, he left me. We are all eachother have now Jackson.." She said that softly then took his hand. Jackson just stared at her. All they had? Was she going to go down? "Why did you leave me for days?" He asked. Cleo sivhed answering "I was arrested. I had to go to court. I'm on bail right now.." She admitted. "That's why I need you to agree to plant some evidence. McQueen trust you.. So only you can get close to him. Otherwise.. I might.." She paused. Jackson stared at her waiting. Cleo smiled at him, unplugged the tub and stood up. "Dry me off." She ordered firmly. Jackson frowned and did as she said...
She fed Jackson, clothed him, but did not release him. She shut off his vision at night and would leave him in the room. Tonight, as Cleo lay in her bed to sleep. She could hear Jackson above beating the walls, throwing things, falling, kicking. Just throwing a huge fit. She almost went up to make him stop, but he evantually stopped on his own and slept...
Jackson stood in the shower. Just letting the water fall on him. Not moving a muscle as Cleo stood and watched him. She just stared at him. He didn't move. Just stood and let the water run over his body. He was depressed and Cleo knew it. So she did the caring thing. She undressed and stepped in the shower with him. She stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders. Down his arms and touched his hips. Jackson closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. "Is this hard for you?.." Cleo whispered into his ear. "Being that.. You are into men?.." She asked.
Jackson broke at that moment. He lowered his head, his eyes closed. He would almost rather drown in the water that was hitting him. Cleo shooshed his whimpers and began touching him. Stroking him and caressing his aching body. Jackson rested his hands on the wall of the shower. He knew better than to fight. He gave up for now. Giving up was just easier...
Jackson sat at the large dinner table woth Cleo just a few seats away. He ate most of his plate. He did learn that Cleo wouldn't kill him. For whatever reason exactly. She didn't want him dead. That gave him some hope of escape. Jackson was finished eating. He stared at the pretty much empty plate. Depressed and thinking. He didn't know which door was the exit. The house was huge and it frustrated him that it was this difficult. Cleo sighed and looked at the young man. He was breaking. She smiled. "Only about a week." She stated. Jackson looked up at her with such broken eyes. "It's almost been a week. Can you believe it?" She asked with a giggle. Jackson stared down at the plate without answering her.
Cleo sighed again. But at least she knew. It took about a week to break the man in. "Might take a little over a week than.." She mumbled. Jackson had no clue what she meant by that and he didn't want to anymore. Suddenly his vision went dark again. Cleo shut it off again. "I'm bored. Being stuck on bail is boring." Cleo exclaimed. Jackson softly mumbled "Am I not.. Enough entertainment?.." Cleo snickered. At least he had a bit of humor still. That made her smile. Jackson heard hee stand up and walk toward him. It made him nervous. Cleo brushed his hair then said, "Let's play a game and make a deal. If you can make it outside.. Find the exit.. You can leave.." Jackson lit up. But this was Cleo. She always won.
"But you have to make it out blind." She added. Jackson sighed. "Let's shake on it. You make it outside, you're free." She exclaimed happily. Jackson wanted to cry. There was no way she would hold up to that. "What.." He began quietly. "What if I don't want to play?.." Cleo thought a moment then sat down next to him answering "You don't have to. I wouldn't make you. But then you have no chance of escaping.." She warned. Jackson broke even more. He didn't think he could and yet he did. He stood up and agreed to play. Worse case, he was stuck here either way right? Cleo happily replied with "Alright. Go ahead. Go try and find the way out. Just be careful of the stairs baby.. Wouldn't want you to break your neck."
Like she even actually cared. So Jackson, blind, began to carefully walk, stumble through the unfamiliar home. Touching walls, pictures, floors, rugs, tables. "Ouch." Running into things like chairs, tables, plants. He fell over a small tree plant, breaking the vase. Jackson crawled up on his hands and knees carefully. Trying to avoid the glass which was pretty impossible! His hands pushed down into the shards. They felt like little needles in his palms! "Fuck!" He yelled! They peirced his knees a little. Once he felt he was out of that area, he sat down and tried rubbing the glass off his pants and knees and picking peices out of his hands. It hurt so much. Not just physically, but his dignity, pride, ego, everything he was.
Blindly, Jackson crawled around and searched doors for exits it seemed. He felt a door, opened it. But it was another room. He was breaking more and more. He wanted to cry. He felt a rug and then something wooden. A desk. He pushed himself up and back to his feet. Then on the desk.. A keyboard.. Picture frame.. Plant.. A cube thing.. A remote? A remote!? Jackson held it and felt it. Not a tv remote. This was small and slick and had ehat felt like one or two buttons! "Well, well. You found it." Cleo snarled. Jackson heard her behind him and jumped a bit. He held the remote tightly. "Give me the remote Jackson." She growled firmly. Jackson held onto it tightly and snapped "No! It's mine. And now that I have this, you can't control me!" He yelled! Cleo yelled back "Don't you dare! give me the remote!" But Jackson quickly pressed the button!
Nothing changed. He was still blind. "I.. I don't understand.." He muttered. Cleo laughed saying "Hahahahah.. Did you really think I'd leave the remote for your sight just.. Laying around?" She laughed. Jackson fell to his knees. It hurt even more because of the parts of glass he hadn't removed completely. He cried as Cleo snatched the remote and said. "Thank you for finding my light controls. I've actually been looking for this." Jackson couldn't believe it. He was stuck here and going to be blind forever. Cleo took the paper weight on her desk and said "I should kill you. Leave you blind in the desert.." THUD.
Jackson fell flat. He groaned a bit and rubbed his head. This was it. She was going to kill him now! "But.. I'm better than that. Come.. No more fighting me now Jackson." She warned. She helped him up and looked at his hands. "Poor thing.. Let's get you fixed up. And I'm sure you'll have a head ache soon. Some sleeping pills should help tonight.."...
The next day, Jackson bathed Cleo, rubbed her, when he sat on the bed and she wanted to make out, he pleased her. She fed him a meal and today, she rewarded him with desert. Jackson stared and playes with the food. He was dressed very nicely today. As if she were taking him out to show off. A silk red suit. It was odd. Cleo ate her pie and complimented the young man. "You look handsome. Your mother would be proud." She exclaimed. Jackson had his sight at the moment and looked at her. He waited for her to shut it off. She always did after their meals. But then Cleo mentioned a baby.
"I always wanted another baby. Like I said before, I was.. Planning to have Lightning's. Gonna trap him in and lure him into this beautiful home. Don't I have a nice home Jackson?" She asked. Jackson nodded complimenting "Yes.. You have a nice home.." Cleo smiled and sighed. "I really wanted Lightning's baby, but.. You might do." Jackson only sat there. A baby? Seriously? He was in no way wanting a baby even if he was with a woman he loved and wanted to be with. Cleo sipped her milk then asked. "Don't you think you'd make a lovely baby? You are smart, good looking. A but aggressive, but.. That doesn't mean you're bad." Jackson remained silent. Cleo Stood up and walked to Jackson and he looked up at her.
"Come.." She took his hand. "Let's make something wonderful.." Jackson, broken, didn't fight her. He followed Cleo to a different room tonight. Her bedroom. It was filled with the scent of vanilla and roses. Candles lit everywhere. Jackson stared at it all as Cleo pulled him in. "Come on.. take it all off." She ordered then started music. Jackson knew the music because his parents use to play it when they had guests over for large dinners. La serenata De shubert...
The following morning. Jackson helped Clep get ready. She had to leave for something. She wouldn't tell him what exactly. He figured it was just something about her bail. Jackson brushed her hair as she explained, "I am leaving you food in the chest at the end of the bed for tonight." He only thanks her quietly. Cleo smiled and continued "Also an extra blanket and a cd in the radio over on the dresser for you. In case you want to listen to our song." Jackson paused a moment. Frozen. Last night.. She made him.. Nope, he wasn't going to think about it willingly. He continued brushing her blonde dyed hair and thanked her again. Cleo was very happy with how Jackson was turning out.
"That's enough." She snapped sudden. Jackson stopped and stepped back. Cleo patted his cheek then with the remote, she turned off his eyes. Blind again. He sighed. "Don't worry. You'll get your sight back when I return tomorrow. Have a good night Jackson." Said Cleo. She stepped closer and kissed him softly before walking away and then the click, squeak, shut and lock of the door. He was left alone in his darkness again. In quiet darkness. And for a while Jackson would sit, then try to escape, sleep, eat, try to escape again. Trying to hit the door down. But it would be as pointless as all his other attempts...