Jackson turned off the high beams and pulled off the road into the small parking lot of a sketchy looking motel. He got out of the car and walked over to Lisa's side. In one swift easy motion he yanked her sleeping form from the car and slung her over his shoulder. He walked through the door into musty smelling office and let out a frustrated sigh, as he discovered no one at the desk. Ringing the small golden bell angrily, a short nerdy looking guy came out of the back room.

"Can I help you?" He asked, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah I need a room."

"Sure. I'll give you room 8." He said, taking the key off of the hook on the wall and handing it to Jackson. He opened up the registration book and made a loud obnoxious sniffing sound. "What's with the girl?"

A large fake smile appeared on his face as he said, "Well you see my wife and I have been traveling all day and the little fire cracker just passed out in the car from exhaustion. I just didn't have the heart to wake her." He took the pen off the desk and signed the name 'Brett Jacobs' into the book.

"Have a good night…" he glanced at the book. "Mr. Jacobs"

"You too buddy."

As soon as Jackson left the office he wiped the phony smile off of his face and walked a few doors down until he reached room 8. Unlocking the door, he stepped in and felt around the wall for a light switch. In the center of the small room there was a bed with questionable looking sheets, a worn out old chair with an outdated flower pattern, and another door that most likely led to the bathroom.

"Sorry honey I know it's not exactly what you're accustomed to but we can't be picky now can we." He said to Lisa, as he walked over to the bed and unceremoniously dumped her down onto it. He sat down on the edge of the bed and shook her slender shoulder until she began to slowly wake up.

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bacey." He said, sarcasm laced in his voice. "There's my girl!" He shouted as her eyes opened up.

"Jackson?" She asked in a confused daze.

"Morning, or should I say evening Lise?"

Lisa was now fully awake and realized that it wasn't just a horrible nightmare that she was having after all. She backed herself up into the headboard in pure fear of what Jackson was going to do with her. She quickly surveyed the room trying to see of there was any possible escape.

"Ah, ah, ah." Jackson said, waving his left index back and forth. He slightly pulled open his jacket reveling a gun. "You even think of running or fighting and you'll be a very, very sorry little girl.

"What do you want with me?" She asked, pure hatred filling her voice.

"It's a long story Lise. Right now you need to get some rest because we have a long day of traveling ahead of us."

"What are you going to do with me?" She asked, the fear evident in her voice.

Jackson couldn't help but let a small suggestive laugh escape from his lips. "That all depends. What exactly do you want me to do with you Lise?"

Lisa looked away disgusted.

"Look I have a lot of things to sort out right now so why don't you go take a shower. You look like hell."

Lisa cautiously moved off of the bed, keeping her eyes on Jackson the entire time. She went into the bathroom and as soon as the door was shut she looked around for a window to escape out of. No such luck. She let out a defeated sigh and turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. Jackson was right about one thing. She did look like hell. Her skirt was completely ripped up and her white blouse was covered in dirt and to top it all off a large painful looking cut graced the side of her forehead. Lisa decided that she really did need to take a shower and she wanted desperately to get away from Jackson.

Lisa didn't know how much time had passed since she had been in the shower. She just stood there and let the soothing hot water fall over her body and wash her nervous thoughts away. Her heart practically stopped when the shower curtain was pulled open and Jackson stood in front of her. Lisa immediately grabbed the shower curtain in an effort to cover herself. Jackson looked at her with no expression on her face and handed her a white cotton towel.

"You've been in there for over an hour and a half. You're clean."

Lisa took the towel and pulled the curtain closed, wrapping the towel around her slender frame. She carefully stepped out of the shower and saw Jackson laying out some clothes on the sink counter. Lisa eyed the clothes suspiciously. She could have sworn that she had seen them before.

"Are those my…"

"Some of your clothes. Yeah. I broke into your apartment a few days ago and got some stuff that you might need."

Lisa was freaked out to say the least. Not only had Jackson Rippner just kidnapped her but apparently he had been sneaking in and out of her home and stealing her things. Her thoughts were suddenly broken when she felt Jackson lightly take a hold of her hand and sit her down on top of the closed toilet seat. He got close to her face and inspected the cut on her forehead. She flinched in pain when he ran his fingers across it.

"That looks pretty bad." Jackson said turning to the medicine cabinet to take out some rubbing alcohol and a few cotton balls.

Jackson hated the fact that, that asshole Brett had hurt Lisa. If anyone was going to hurt Lisa it would be him and only if she misbehaved. To bad he already killed the idiot because if he were still alive Jackson would have slowly tortured him for hurting Lisa. Hell he would have done it just for the fact that Brett even dared to look at Lisa. Jackson dabbed some of the alcohol on one of the cotton balls and turned back to Lisa and began dabbing it against the cut. The pain was visible on Lisa's face because of the burn of the alcohol. Even thought it stung badly she was strangely surprised at how gentle and caring Jackson was being. When he was finished he left her in the bathroom to get changed.

When Lisa came out of the bathroom she walked in on Jackson just getting off of his cell phone.

"Get some sleep." He told her.

Lisa walked over to the bed and sat down. "What about you? You need to sleep too."

"Of course I do which is why I have a little present for you." Jackson said taking a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. Lisa sighed inwardly knowing that Jackson wouldn't be stupid enough to fall asleep without her restrained in one way or another. He roughly grabbed her wrist and tightly handcuffed her left wrist to one of the metal bars of the head bored. Jackson kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed. Before turning off the lamp he watched Lisa for a long time and gently kissed her forehead.

"Night Lise."

Lisa's head was swimming with confusion as the room was blanketed in darkness.