Lisa opened her mouth to scream, but Jackson was one step ahead of her. He forced her up against the wall and put his hand over her mouth as he shut the door behind him.

"Now, now, Lisa, we don't want to wake up the nice people in the other rooms, do we?"

Lisa felt a lump in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes. She fought to keep them from spilling over but Jackson now had her wrists in his other hand, keeping her from wiping her eyes. The tears flowed freely down her face and over Jackson's hand.

"Now, are we going to be quiet? Because I can either trust you not to scream or tape your mouth. You going to be behave?"

Lisa nodded, willing herself to stay standing and not collapse, like her body wanted to. Jackson took his hand off of her mouth, but didn't relinquish his grip on her wrists.

"Wh-what do you want?" Lisa stammered.

"I-I-I want you." He replied, mockingly.

Lisa gasped. No. No, no, no, no, no. He isn't in love with me, is he? She felt nauseous.

"I don't like you, Leese." Jackson sneered, as if reading her thoughts. "I simply want you. Now that's not so hard to believe, is it? That I want to make you pay for all the crap you've put me through? I didn't think so. Move."

Jackson pushed her roughly onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He reached down. Oh my god! He isn't, he wouldn't! Oh, god!

Seeing the look of pure terror on her face, Jackson grinned, and pulled out a rope from his pocket. "Aw Leese, there will be plenty of time for fun later. Not that this isn't fun, of course," he smirked.

Lisa trembled under his weight and her own emotions. She was close to a total breakdown, and she had no idea how to escape. Scream, Lisa! She took a deep breath and started to cry out for help, and Jackson backhanded her across the face.

"What the hell Leese? Do you want to have some fun? Maybe I could give you a matching scar on the other side of your chest!"

At once, fury replaced Lisa's fear. She struggled violently against the rope, and it cut into her flesh. But Lisa was too livid to register the pain. "How dare you! You never speak to me like that- about that again!"

Jackson sighed and shook his head and started speaking to Lisa very slowly, as if she were a little girl.

"Lisa, I own you. I will speak to you in whichever way I want to. I will do to you whatever I want with you. The sooner you understand that, the more smoothly things will go. Unfortunately, if you keep this attitude up, I will have to kill Cynthia. I know you two have become close in the past few months, and I will not hesitate to kill her."

"Get off of me."

"Say please, Leese."

"Now, Jackson."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Please."

It killed Lisa to say please, and Jackson loved to see it. He loved everything about this, Lisa was breaking, and now he was in total control. All was as it should be.

"Lisa, we are going out to my car, and you are not going to do anything or say anything to cause suspicion. You will be a good girl, am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, Jackson."

"Good. Let's go."

Jackson pulled Lisa into a sitting position and threw a sweater over her wrists to cover the bonds. They took the elevator down to the parking lot, and Lisa trembled at the memory.

It was two in the afternoon and Lisa walked briskly towards the supermarket. She had a lot of things to get for her father's surprise birthday party, and she still needed to get the house ready. As she walked, she noticed that there weren't any people in the parking lot. The last person, an elderly woman, had gone into the store, and Lisa was all alone. Wait, no, there was a well built man strolling in her direction. He was tall and muscular, and Lisa caught herself checking him out. He smiled at her, and she noticed something: a sharp glint of steel in his hand. He had a knife. "Oh crap." Lisa thought. "Keep walking, pretend not to notice, and maybe he won't mug you." As she started to pass him, he reached out and roughly grabbed her arm.

"Let's go, lady."

Lisa sighed. "Alright, here, I have fifty bucks. Take it."

"Thanks, but that's not what I want." The man sneered. "If you scream, you die. Come with me."

He dragged her to a white work van, opened the doors and shoved her inside. He looked around and shut the door behind them. He pushed her to the floor and started kissing her, feeling her, his hands roaming her body. Up her legs, through her hair. Lisa kicked out and his knife slipped and grazed her chest. She gasped at the sharp pain and he took off his belt…

"What the hell are you doing, come on!" Jackson's annoyed tone snapped Lisa out of her dream.

Oh, god. They were heading towards a white van. No! They neared it, and passed it. Jackson unlocked a BMW Z3 and pushed Lisa into the passenger seat. He reached over to buckle her in, and his hand grazed her breast. Lisa whimpered, and Jackson smirked, leaning over her longer than was necessary. After what seemed to Lisa like forever, Jackson straightened up and walked over the other side of the car. He was still smiling as he sat down and turned the ignition. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed out of the city.

"Jackson, people will realize I'm gone. You know that, right? You can't keep me forever."

"Actually, Leese, you would be surprised at what I am capable of doing. And don't try to trick me. You are on vacation, with no ties to work, on your boss's orders. You father is dead, and you don't speak to your mother. You are a loner, and nobody misses someone they don't know. The only person who cares about you is Cynthia, and that's why you are going to call her, just like you said you would. You are going to tell her about the city, and you are going to say that you forgot your phone charger, and you won't be able to get in touch with her for the rest of the vacation. I'll leave the rest to you. You just sell it."

Jackson tossed Lisa's phone onto her lap. Before she could wonder how he got hold of it, he clarified.

"I went into your room last night while you were asleep and took the liberty of packing your things. The rest of the stuff, the things you used this morning, we can buy more."

Disgusted by the thought of Jackson watching her while she slept, Lisa bit her lip to keep from saying or doing anything that might anger him. She tried to pick up the cell phone, but between her trembling hands and the rope, she couldn't manage it. Without a word, Jackson flipped out a knife and cut the bonds. Lisa rubbed her sore wrists and waited for the blood to flow back to her hands before she dialed Cynthia's number. After a few rings, the answering machine kicked in.

"Hey it's Cynthia, you know what to do at the tone."

"Hi Cynthia, it's Lisa. I was just calling to catch up with you. New York City is amazing, and I'm having a great time." Casting a sideward glance at Jackson, Lisa continued, "I- I met up with an old friend, and he and I have a lot of catching up to do. Also, I forgot my phone charger at my house and my battery is just about dead, so I won't be able to call you, and my phone will be off, so don't call me back. I'll see you in a while. Bye."

Lisa clicked off the phone and Jackson grabbed it, ripped out the battery, and threw both in the back of the car. He pulled off the road and turned to Lisa, his eyes full of fury. Lisa was terrified, she shrank back into her seat as Jackson slapped her. Her eyes began to water from the sting on her cheek.

"An old friend? Do you think I'm stupid, Leese? Do you? Because I know what that was, that stupid little pronunciation of the word friend. If you ever try something like that again, I swear to god you will be sorry."

"Jackson, I'm going to be sick."

"Sure, Lisa. Open your window then, get some air."

"I'm going to throw up, Jackson. I need you to open this door right now."

"Nothing cute, Leese."

Jackson got out of the car and opened the door for Lisa. She leaned out of the door and vomited on Jackson's shoes. Jackson growled and took a cloth out of his pocket. As he bent down to wipe off his shoes, Lisa kneed him in the face. Pushing him over, she dashed out of the car and into the field that they had stopped in. She frantically looked around for somewhere to go, and saw an old farmhouse to the right and a thick clump of bushes to the left. She scrambled for the bushes, figuring that Jackson would look in the farmhouse first. She ducked down and stared through the branches, seeing Jackson straighten up, wipe his lip, and stalk into the field.

He walked far to the left, past the bushes, looking for Lisa. Not seeing her, he turned around and started for the farmhouse. As he was about to pass Lisa, he dove towards her, grabbing for her ankles. She kicked out, but he kept hold of her right leg. He dragged her towards him and seized her hair. Pulling her towards the car, Lisa couldn't do a thing. He pushed her up against the side of the car and wrapped his slender fingers around her throat, cutting off all her oxygen.

"Lisa, why is this so hard for you? Normally, I would tell you I was sorry for what I am about to do, but that would be a lie, because right now, I'm not sorry at all."

He grabbed her wrist, twisting it backwards, and continued to hold her against the car, although it was unnecessary. Lisa whimpered in pain, unable to do anything, and Jackson pushed her into the backseat of the car. He grabbed a roll of tape and bound her legs together. Then he tied her arms, and then taped her mouth. He climbed on top of her, and ripped the tape off of her mouth. Lisa yelped in pain and shrunk away from him.

"That was just for fun," he grinned. "After this, I wonder if you will have anything to live for. It should be fun to find out."

Picking her up, he placed her in the front seat, got back in the car and took out his cell phone.

"James. The Cynthia girl…yes. No. No. Immediately. Yes. Call me when you are done."

As he shut the cell phone, Lisa stared at him, her emerald eyes glistening with tears.

"You didn't. Oh Jackson, please! You didn't do it!" Lisa cried.

"Lisa, you should have listened to me. I keep my promises, and I don't lie. Now, stop dealing in emotions, and think fact-driven logic. You are thousands of miles away from home, and the last person you care about is gone. There is nowhere for you to go. I bet you that if I let you escape, which I won't, you will be raped and killed in two days by some street bum."

"As opposed to me being ra-." Lisa took a deep breath and forced herself to say it. "Raped and killed by you."

"Exactly." Jackson pulled out onto the street and continued driving.

Lisa leaned her head against the window and cried herself to sleep.