Lisa did wake up eventually that night, still sitting on the wooden chair in the middle of Jack's living room. Jack hasn't returned since the afternoon, and Lisa was getting really worried. Not on where he was, but what he was doing. The light was switched on now, though, probably by Daniel.

Lisa's focused turned on to the front oak door beside a coat hanger, the door knob turning clockwise. She held her breath, wondering if it was police, but she let it out in disappointment as Jack walked in, twirling his car keys on his finger.

"You killed someone, didn't you?" Lisa spat the words out carefully.

Jack took no noticed on her expression, "Lisa...if I killed someone, I would tell you who it is going to be, why, and when I'm going to kill." he smiled and dropping his keys on a nearby desk contaning folders and papers of such important documents.

"So did you?" Lisa fought, trying to get the answer out of his mouth.

"No, I didn't. And if you keep on asking me that, I will kill someone and that would be Cynthia." said Jack. He approched the couch and propped himself on it.

It shot Lisa then, where was Cynthia, and how was she suppose to know if she is hurt or not.

"Jack, can I talk to Cynthia?" she asked him.

Jack grinned a sinister grin that scared everything out of Lisa, "Alright, sweety. I'll take you to Cynthia." he stood up, grabbed Lisa's ankles, and began dragging her across the room. During the trip, Lisa recieved rug burn, down her elbows.

"Can you at least make it confortable? You're literally burning me." Lisa complained.

"Okay then. Less burn more pain." Jack dropped her ankles, and reached for Lisa's auburn hair from the scalp and dragged her down a hallway, leaving her to scream. He didn't care about her pain, because he had no feelings or sympathy of some kind. His heart was made of stone, and had shruken down to a size of an ant.

"Here, Cynthia, you both can stay down here, where I usually sleep. Makes it more easier for me to keep an eye on you two." laughed Jack. He flung Lisa down the stairs, letting go of her hair as she stumbled down, hitting her head about once or twice before she reached the carpeted flooring.

"Lisa!" she heard a familiar and friendly voice gasp. Lisa looked up and found Cynthia still tied up, sitting on a chair just like how Lisa sat earlier.

Lisa shook her head and struggled to sit up properly, "Cynthia...oh god. Are you hurt?"

"No, not at all." replied her friend.

Lisa sat up by getting support off the walls. Jack's shadow still lingered from atop of the stairs.

"I'll see you girls in a bit after I get some dinner. Maybe I'll bring down some, when I am finished." his voice echoed throughout the lit up lower bedroom.

There were no windows, no television, no closets, there was only a bed near the end of the room. It was almost haunting how there was one furniture and two tied up people, just clinging onto their dear life.

"We have to get out of here." Cynthia broke the silence.

"Yes, I know we have to. But how?"

"The time he sleeps..."

"I have a feeling he could hear us. With a mind of evil plots, and clever ideas, we can never get out." Lisa sighed.

The door creaked open once again. It was Jack.

"True." his voice ringed. Jack's shadow drifted down the stairs, and he stood to face Cynthia and Lisa.

"Of course, if you want to get out, you get through me. In many cases, that is not going to happen." he continued.

There was a sudden silence between the three figures. Nobody would dare to break it because it seemed like the calm before the storm. Behind Jack's eyes there seemed to be a weak spot eventually. Jack Rippner smiled, and folded his arms across his chest.

"Would you like a tour of my weapon room? I'll show you what I use to kill my victims." offered Jack. He turned to Cynthia and began to untie her from the rope.

She stood up and rubbed her arms as though they were a new feature on her.

"What about me?" Lisa piped in, "Aren't I the most important one?"

Jack smiled at her, "And the most fiesty one, too I may add."

"Cynthia! RUN!" she screamed.

Immediatly, Cynthia dashed from the stairs, Jack tried to grasp her leg, but he failed. She continued until Cynthia escaped the bedroom, panicking. She looked both ways for the front door and ran out to the woods. The van parked on the gravel was no use, as she looked into the window of the drivers seat. There wer no keys left inside to start the car.

"Damn..." she whispered. Cynthia ran through the woods, not caring where this would end, just as longs as she got away from the house and Jack.

Jack glared at Lisa, "You are not going to screw this up again."

"Actually, I HAVE started this again."

sorry for the short chapter!