I know, I'm a horrible person! I honestly don't have any excuse for taking so long to update. Hate me if you want, but don't hate my story! XD Thanks for the reviews, everyone! Especially emptyvoices. That bit of information was really interesting. Lisa doesn't know that; she is just really proud. Well, here we go! The title of this chapter was originally "Others Escape" to make up the Underoath song, but since I decided not to have an actual escape attempt, I changed it.

Lisa glanced at her watch, and realizing it had stopped running while she was asleep, looked back at the now cold plate of food on the floor. She had been wracking her brain for hours, trying to figure out how to escape. She had no idea where she was, and no way of finding out any time soon. This is hopeless. Lisa found thatthe other door in the room lead to a small bathroom, which Jackson had generously equipped with her favorite toiletries. She gratefully took a shower, only stepping out when all the hot water was gone.

Sighing, she walked over to the door that Jackson had entered and exited through, trying the handle for what seemed like the thousandth time. As she knew it would be, the door was still locked. She took a deep breath and did something she never thought she would do. She called out Jackson's name. Anything is better than being in here alone. Maybe I can get some information out of him at least.

Minutes later, the door unlocked and swung open. Lisa, who had her ear to the door just seconds earlier, quickly moved away. She avoided the bed because of what happened last time, and hoisted herself onto the desk. Jackson walked in, looking less than amused. This did nothing to calm Lisa's nerves.

"What do you need, Leese? Some of us want to sleep."

"Well, some of us don't like to sleep in strange places with assassins outside of their doors."

Jackson shot her a warning glance and folded his arms across his chest. Lisa couldn't help but notice his well toned body. She willed herself to look into his eyes, a hard task to do when Jackson was clothed in nothing but sweatpants. Unfortunately, her glance didn't escape Jackson's notice.

"Lisa," he sighed "If you only called me in here to check me out, then I should really be going."

Disgusted, but not wanting to anger him, Lisa ventured to ask a question.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Is that all? Well, Leese, if I told you, then the surprise would be ruined, wouldn't it?"

"Please let me go. If you were going to kill me you would have don't it already, Jack."

Anger flared in Jackson's eyes, and Lisa immediately realized her mistake. Jackson had let his guard down, and she had ruined his passive mood by using the nickname he hated so much.

He stalked towards her, growling menacingly. Lisa backed into a corner, recognizing that the worst thing she could have done was let Jackson trap her.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Jack."

He emphasized the last sentence by grabbing her throat and pushing her further and further upwards against the wall with each word. Lisa's eyes went wide with fear, and she grasped at his hands, trying to loosen his grip, fearing that this time, she had gone too far.

Just as black spots started creeping into her vision, Jackson gave a final push and let her collapse onto the floor. Apparently not wanting to seem generous, he added a few kicks to the ribs to get his point across. Lisa was coughing so hard, she couldn't shield herself from the attacks and let Jackson beat her. After what seemed like an eternity, he bent down and whispered, "Do I make myself clear?"

Lisa nodded, tears streaming down her face. Jackson grabbed her arm and yanked her up. When he started dragging her to the door, Lisa suddenly wished she could stay in the room that only ten minutes earlier she was dying to get out of.

"It's really too bad you made me angry, Leese. Now you will have to spend time with a man much less kind than I am. When you learn your lesson, maybe I will find it in my heart to take you back."

When they got into the next room, Lisa had no time to register what it looked like before Jackson shoved her to her knees. He wasted no time in grabbing some rope off of a nearby table and tying her wrists and ankles together. Wrenching her head back, he blindfolded and gagged her. He roughly picked her up and carried her outside to his car. Lisa could hear him starting the engine and turning out onto the street.

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Hours passed, and Lisa forced herself to become comfortable in her position. It was difficult to do so, considering Jackson had tied the ropes too tightly, and she was buckled into the seat with her hands behind her back. Jackson had not spoken to her, and she was unable to ask any questions with the gag in her mouth.

After a while, Jackson pulled over and got out of the car. When she heard him walk away without pulling her out of the car, she began to get worried.

What if he is going to leave me here to suffocate? What if the car is on train tracks, and a train is going to come and crash into me? What if I'm in a junk yard and the car is going to be crushed?

A million scenes from various horror movies and television shows raced through her mind, coupled with her own terrified scenarios. Finally, the car door opened and she felt the gag being untied.

"Eat this."

Seeing as how she had no idea what "this" was, Lisa opened her mouth to protest and was rewarded with a sandwich being stuffed into her mouth. She was forced to take a bite, but she decided to spit it out. Suddenly, she felt cool metal on her temple, and heard a tumbler click into place.

"Chew."

Lisa decided she would rather eat the unknown sandwich than get shot, so she chewed and swallowed, realizing that it was plain ham and cheese. Not her favorite, but it was no time to protest, considering she hadn't eaten in god knows how long. After she finished the sandwich, a straw was placed in her mouth and she tasted somewhat warm Coke. She drank quickly and deeply, and gasped for breath when she was done.

The gun was removed from her temple, and thankfully the gag was not replaced yet. Only when the man started speaking again did she realize that it was not Jackson.

"I hear you've been a bad girl. You really should listen to Jackson when he tells you what to do."

If Lisa hadn't been blindfolded, her eyes would have widened in shock. She did however, manage a small gasp. This must be the man Jackson was talking about. Even his voice radiated hatred.

The engine started, and Lisa found herself missing Jackson. She didn't feel anything but hatred towards him, but she preferred the enemy she knew to the one she didn't.