Sorry about the delay in updating. Here I am, saying I made this story because other people were too slow for me, and then I take forever to update. I do have an excuse though! (always) My last week of school is here, so I had a billion things to do. I did write a start on chapter three, but I decided I didn't like where it was going, so I have to restart.

To my reviewers, thanks a ton for your feedback! It's really encouraging. To Molly specifically, the farmhouse was supposed to signify how far away from the city they were. The cliché lines were just me being lazy. I will try to make my meanings more clear in the future.

Ringogirl: I know, Jackson usually doesn't kill off Lisa's relationships. But personally, I never found that in character for him. Seeing as Jackson never lies, if he tells Lisa he will have someone killed, I think he should, eh?

Sorry for the shortness too. Summer is finally here, so I have more time for future chapters!

Lisa opened her eyes and squinted in the bright illumination that attacked her vision. Rolling over she found her legs unbound, but her wrists were still taped together. She pushed them into each other, hoping to allow some circulation, and sighed as she felt the blood rush to her hands. Sitting up in the bed, she looked for the source of the light. There. A lamp was shining directly towards her, the naked bulb glaring full blast into her face. Jackson, you asshole.

Looking around, she discovered that she was in a small room, with no windows, a small desk, and two doors. She squirmed, trying to get herself out of the bed, finding it difficult to do so without the help of her arms. She succeeded only in tangling herself up in the blankets.

Where the hell is he, anyway?

As if in answer to her unspoken question, the doorknob turned and Jackson sauntered in.

"Speak of the devil," muttered Lisa.

"Good to see you awake, Leese. I'm surprised you didn't strangle yourself in your sleep," he commented, nodding at the bed sheets. "I brought you breakfast."

He laid down a tray of French toast and milk on the desk.

"Didn't know you were a cook, Jack. Do you knit, too?" Lisa scoffed. Though she would never admit it to Jackson after that comment, Lisa found a man who could cook extremely attractive.

"No, I don't knit, Leese, but I make a hell of lasagna."

"Very funny." Lisa looked away from him, refusing to meet his eyes. No damned way would she be caught bantering with Jackson Ripner!

Jackson walked over the Lisa and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lisa scooted away, not wanting to have any physical contact with her abductor, let alone on a bed. Jackson grinned and moved closer. He slipped out a knife and cut the tape on her wrists.

"You know Leese, you should really get used to physical contact. It's going to be very hard to form a relationship with a man if you won't touch him. All you have to do is forget that one small scar. It's holding you back, and you need to move on."

"Stop acting like you know everything about me, Jackson. You may have stalked me for weeks, but you can't read my thoughts. You didn't even know about the scar until I told you."

Jackson cocked his head and frowned.

"What?"

"You never told anyone. Not even your father. Nobody knew about the rape."

Lisa's head snapped up. "What the hell gave you that idea?"

"Lisa, have you told anyone?" Jackson asked, looking as sincere as Lisa had ever seen him. He tilted her head up so she would look at him.

"No," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

Jackson stared at her for a few moments, lost in thought, while Lisa sighed and leaned her head against the headboard, closing her eyes. She gasped when she felt his lips on hers. The kiss was soft and light, closed mouth. She breathed in through her nose and started to lean towards him. Wait. What the hell? STOP! Lisa's eyes snapped open and she jerked back. She searched Jackson's eyes, and for a second, she could have sworn she saw him looking longingly at her. Then he blinked, and the moment was over. A smirk appeared on his face, and his eyes roamed her body. Suddenly, Lisa felt overexposed.

"Do you always put out so blatantly when a guy decides to kiss you?" he grinned.

Lisa was so much in shock that she couldn't some up with a witty retort. She just sat there with her mouth agape. Jackson stood up, straightened his shirt, and walked out of the room, locking it behind him.

Jackson leaned over his laptop, thinking about the kiss. Idiot! What the hell was that? He rubbed the bridge of his nose, frustrated. He dropped his guard, and that couldn't happen again. He was sure Lisa saw him with his guard down, and he kicked himself for it. Growling, he started reading the e-mail he had received.

J-

Everything is in place. Bring the target to us when you are done with her. She will remain under your watch in the duration of her stay here.

-K

Lisa stared at the plate of food. She was starving, having eaten nothing for a long time. But she didn't want to give into Jackson. Eating the food he gave her would show that she was dependant on him for her survival, and Lisa refused to give him that kind of power over her. So, regardless of how hungry she was, Lisa would not eat anything Jackson gave to her. Well, maybe just the milk.