You can thank Johnny Cash and his music for me getting this second chapter out so quickly lol. He's a good muse.
A blinding shot of pain coursed through Lisa's head as her heavy eyelids slowly opened and she regained consciousness. She made a move to put her hands to her head so she could assess the damage but her hands wouldn't budge. She looked down to discover that a long bristly rope tied her hands tightly together. Seconds later she tried to move her feet finding them in the same exact situation as her feet. Her head ached horribly as memories of the last thing she remembered raced through her brain. She remembered being on a double date with Cynthia and that jerk Brett Jacobs. Then she remembered him attacking her in the parking lot and that was it. She let out a breath of horror as she thought of what might have happened. She looked around and saw that she was in the passenger's seat of a car.
"Oh my God Brett must have kidnapped me." She thought to herself.
After a moment she realized that there was no one else in the car and it wasn't moving. She turned her body around as best as she could and noticed that her door was open. She squinted her eyes and could see only a little from the glow of the car's headlights. She saw what looked like a large hole being dug up. Dirt was flying up everywhere in the air and she could see a shovel popping out of the hole every couple of seconds. Lisa knew that she definitely wasn't dead so she began wondering whom the makeshift grave was for.
"Oh my God." She thought again. "He's going to burry me alive! He's going to burry me alive!"
Lisa felt her throat and lungs beginning to close up and her breaths were becoming shortened and quick. She watched as a man climbed out of the deep ditch and tossed the shovel off to the side. She was trying to make out who it was because it certainly didn't look like Brett. She heard him pop open the trunk of the car and then she saw him drag a body wrapped up in a white sheet over to the grave.
"No Cynthia! They killed Cynthia! What are they going to do with me?" She thought, panicking like crazy.
The man pushed the body into the grave and began shoveling the dirt back into the ditch. Lisa closed her eyes and began to cry as she tried not to think what her horrible fate would be.
"If they are not going to kill me and burry me too then what are they going to do with me?" Lisa wondered, as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
After about 20 minutes the grave was completely filled in and Lisa closed her eyes even tighter as she heard footsteps coming towards her. She let out a small choked scream as she felt herself being dragged out of the car and roughly thrown onto the dirt covered ground. She opened up her blurry eyes for only moment to look around and immediately saw that she was in an extremely isolated area. No one would ever find her or could hear her scream. She closed her eyes tightly again and the tears started once again.
"Lisa don't cry." Said a strangely familiar voice.
Lisa cautiously opened up her eyes and found herself staring into the icy cold blue ones of the unforgettable Jackson Rippner. For a moment she thought she was hallucinating from that nasty blow to the head she had earlier.
"Never thought you'd see me again huh?" He asked, as a devilish smirk spread over his handsome face.
Lisa instantly began to struggle to try and break free from the ropes. Coming face to face with Jackson Rippner was a million more times horrifying than anything Brett and his buddy could have done to her. Jackson got down on his knees and grabbed onto Lisa's legs to stop her from moving around so much. He pulled a large sharp hunting knife out from his back pocket and when Lisa saw it she began to squirm even more.
"Please! Please don't do this! Jackson please don't do this!" She begged, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Lisa. Lisa. LISE!" He yelled, trying to get her to stop crying. She let out a final choked sob and looked at the knife Jackson was holding. "Now I'm going to cut you out of these ropes ok? I need you to stay still unless you want me to accidentally slip and cut off something that you might need in the near future. I need you to behave like a good girl and stop moving around. If you fight me back in anyway whatsoever when I take these off you're going to regret big time got it?" Lisa couldn't speak. "GOT IT!" He yelled, threateningly.
Lisa shook her head slowly and stayed perfectly still.
"Good because I just spent an hour and a half digging a grave and I'm in no mood to fight you right now."
He took his time cutting off the ropes. When he was done she quickly sat up and moved so her back was up against the car. She gratefully rubbed her wrists and ankles trying to dumb down the soreness from the ropes.
"I thought that you were in jail. How the hell did you get out?"
"Never underestimate me Lise."
"Who was that?" She asked, motioning her head towards the grave.
"That was your good buddy Mr. Brett Jacobs."
"You killed him?" She asked in horror.
"He was going to rape you. I'm sorry Lise but I couldn't very well let some asshole hurt what belongs to me."
Jackson crawled closer to Lisa and ran his fingers through her wavy curls. "We're going for a little ride now ok Lise? You try anything cute and…" Jackson took the knife and pressed it against her neck. "Well you get the picture."
Jackson stood up pulling Lisa up with him by the arm. He pushed her back into the passenger's seat and was about to close it when he suddenly had second thoughts.
"You know what I should never estimate you either." He said, taking a small pill out of his pocket. He roughly grabbed Lisa's face and forced the pill down her throat.
Lisa began coughing and choking and then she felt a strong wave of drowsiness come over her. Jackson smiled as he closed her door and got into the driver's seat. He turned on the silver BMW's high beams and continued down the deserted country road as Lisa feel into a deep sleep.