It's a (somewhat) long chapter, yay! This gets pretty intense, I guess. So if you're easily offended, A) What are you doing reading fanfics? B) What are you doing watching Red Eye? And C) You may not want to read this chapter. (wink) Honestly, reviews are always appreciated, but I feel as though I'm only writing for myself, BregoBeauty, and emptyvoices. Who are actually fun people to write for, but come on, review! Hey, maybe I'll even let you mess around with my plot if you're lucky. Let me know what you want to happen and I'll see what I can do! I'm here for you guys you know.

They only drove for about ten minutes before the man stopped the car and got out. He walked around to Lisa's side and lifted her out of the car. He was not gentle, and Lisa had a feeling that it wouldn't get any better.

As much as she wanted to, Lisa resisted the urge to struggle, acknowledging the fact that it wouldn't do much good anyway, because she would only fall hard onto the ground and stay there with her hands and feet tied. She heard a door open and was placed in an uncomfortable wooden chair. The rope on her ankles was cut, only for her legs to be jerked apart and tied to each leg of the chair. The blindfold was ripped off, and Lisa squeezed her eyes shut as light assaulted her vision. After a few seconds, she opened them again, and registered that there were two guards holding rifles standing by the door, along with what had to be the man that drove her here. The man nodded to the guards, and they turned and walked out the door.

Lisa took in the man's appearance. He seemed to be in total contrast to Jackson. He was tall, over six feet, very muscular, with broad shoulders, and had the darkest brown eyes Lisa had ever seen. They were so dark, it seemed as if they were completely black. His close cropped hair appeared to be blonde, and he smiled at her. She noticed that his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Well, well, well. You don't seem so tough, I wonder how Jackson lost to you. You know Lisa, he was very angry with you when I last saw him. What did you do to make him so mad? You couldn't have been so stupid as to call him Jack, not even his boss calls him that. Oh, where are my manners? My name is Kevin. You're probably wondering why I told you that. I just want you to use my name when you're begging for mercy. It makes it a little more personal."

At the last statement, Lisa finally snapped out of her calm state and struggled to get out of the chair. This man was a hundred times more terrifying than Jackson, something Lisa didn't think was possible after that morning. Realizing that there was no way she would get free of the ropes, she settled for shrinking back in the chair as far as she could.

"Now Lisa, let's get to know each other a bit shall we? Let's start by you telling me why you have no one to look for you after you have gone missing."

While he was talking, Kevin had grabbed another chair from the corner of the room and sat on it, leaning towards Lisa with his hands folded, resting on his knees. Lisa stared at him in shock, still not able to speak. She moved her mouth, but no sound came forth from it.

"Lisa, I asked you a question. Wait, you know what? I think I can guess. Some guy broke your heart, and you pushed away all of your friends because you decided that they would leave you too. Well, I can help."

Lisa tried to tell him that he was wrong, that no man had ever had the chance to break her heart, but stopped cold when she felt his hand rub the inside of her leg. At that moment, she knew that this Kevin must know about the rape, and that this was his way of torturing her. Unfortunately, it was working very well.

"Come on Lisa," Kevin whispered. With one hand still on her leg, he took out a pocket knife and cut the ropes on her leg. Tossing the knife to the side, he lifted her up and started walking to the back of the room. Lisa tried to see what he was walking towards, but he pushed her head into his chest. He took three strides and stopped, dropping her unceremoniously onto what Lisa immediately recognized as a bed. Her heart rate skyrocketed, and she squirmed around, trying to get out from under Kevin's strong arms. She kicked out, her foot connecting with his shin, but he didn't even flinch. He grabbed her under her arms and lifter her further up onto the bed, her whole body now lying on the mattress.

"Now Lisa, I hear from Jackson that you're a feisty little bitch. I think that I'll have to find out for myself, eh? But I'm not one to rush into things, so why don't we talk first?"

Kevin pulled Lisa into a sitting position on his lap, and cradled her like a father would hold his young daughter. He pushed some curls out of her face that had fallen out of place when she was fighting him. She shuddered and fell still, breathing slowly. Lisa knew that Kevin might see this as giving in, but all she was doing was trying to figure out a way to get out of there without a repeat of three years ago.

"Okay Kevin," Lisa whispered, speaking for the first time since she had left Jackson's "What do you want to know?"

"Well, how about that scar? It's really the only thing marring your otherwise perfect body. Tell me how in the world you got something like that."

Lisa knew that he must already have heard the story from Jackson, but she thought that maybe if she told Kevin herself, he would hesitate to hurt her. She took a deep breath and started her story.

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Jackson sighed, pacing around his office. He told Kevin everything he knew about Lisa, and he honestly didn't care what Kevin did to her, as long as they were clear on one thing: Lisa belonged to Jackson, and she was not to be killed. Anything short of death, Jackson told Kevin to go crazy. He needed Lisa broken, and if anyone could do that, it was Kevin Marsden. The man was an expert in getting information out of people, and usually that involved some kind of torture.

Jackson honestly didn't know why he needed to own Lisa, but he didn't deny the obsession. She was beautiful, strong, and the only person to ever beat him at anything. He in no way loved her. Sure, he wouldn't mind physical contact with her, but he didn't want or need any kind of relationship with her other than owning her.

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Lisa finished her story, and stared at her lap. She had never told her family or friends about it, and in the past year she had told two men who didn't even care about her, who's only goal was to hurt her. She held back tears, refusing to break in front of this monster.

Kevin grinned, knowing Lisa couldn't see it. He had heard sadder stories, but the way Lisa had told it could break a person's heart. Well, not his heart, but a normal person's. Kevin only found amusement in the fact that she was breaking herself. Her emotions were overpowering her common sense, and that made his job even easier.

"Wow, I-I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Lisa. Does Jackson know about what happened? I'm sure he would let you go if he knew. That's horrible."

Lisa looked up into his eyes and saw only good. God, he was excellent at acting. This is why he got paid the big bucks.

"I've told him already," she whispered. "He used it as a weapon against me."

"That's sick, I'm so sorry Lisa. I'll see what I can do, but right now we need to stay in here. I'm supposed to be hurting you, so if we leave, it will look suspicious."

At this, Lisa broke into sobs. She cried because of the rape, she cried for her grandmother and her father and for Cynthia. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Kevin untied her wrists and she clung to his shirt. He pulled her close to his chest and rocked her back and forth.

After a while, Lisa finally stopped crying, and Kevin ran a hand through her hair, fixing it. She looked into his eyes, and put one hand behind his head, pulling his lips to hers.

Finally! Why the hell does Jackson want this girl? Sure she's hot, but I'll bet she never stops crying.

Kevin kissed her back, rolling on top of her. Lisa started squirming, and Kevin's heart stopped. There was no way she could want to stop, was there? No, she was trying to get his shirt over his head. He did the same to her, and was thoroughly enjoying this manipulation. His job was always more fun when there was a good looking woman to seduce. When he reached for her belt, her hand went to stop him. He looked into her eyes, his face etched with hurt. When she saw it, she kissed him again and took her hand away, putting it on the small of his back. Kevin almost felt bad, doing this to her. Almost, but not quite. At the last minute, he pulled away.

Xxx

He had to admit, she would have been good. He could tell. He hadn't expected it to be so simple, knowing that she hadn't been with another man since the rape, but he had broken her defenses, and it was effortless. Well, time to break her.

"Are you always this easy? God, I thought it would be a little tougher to get into your pants, but that was ridiculous. You're pretty loose, you know that?"

Lisa stared at him in shock, her eyes filling up with unshed tears. "Wh-what?"

"You're pathetic, Lisa. I mean, sure I had fun, but honestly, the fact that you're so easy kind of takes away the appeal."

Kevin grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, followed by his pants and shoes. He threw her a look of disgust when she pulled the sheet over her, sitting up. The look in her eyes told him it worked. Turning around he grinned and walked out the door. She's all yours, Jackson.

Lisa watched Kevin leave the room and close the door behind him. She continued to stare at the door for a long time after he left. Slowly, she put on her clothes and sat in the wooden chair, unable to sit on the bed for another second. She didn't cry. There were probably cameras in the room, and Kevin was probably just waiting to see her cry so he could laugh at her. She put her face in her hands and sat there for as long as she could, until exhausted swept in. She dragged herself into the corner farthest from the bed, to the right of the door, and tried to fall asleep.

Xxx

"Well Rippner, I told you I could do it, didn't I?"

"I don't believe I ever doubted your abilities, Kevin," Jackson smirked. "I really would rather not hear what you did, but I suppose I must, in case I need to remind my Lisa who's in charge."

Kevin proceeded to tell Jackson exactly what happened, while Jackson put his files together. When he was done recounting his victory, Jackson turned to him.

"Well, I suppose we're even now. Unless I have to save your butt on a mission again."

"And that will never happen, so don't expect my talents to be free any more, Jackson. It was a pleasure doing business with you. And doing…business with the Reisert girl."

"Always the gentleman, Marsden. I trust you know your way out by now?"

"Of course. Have fun." Kevin winked and left.

Hmm I don't think that's OOC for Lisa. I know you were thinking that, don't lie. But I don't think so. She needed someone to trust, and the only person she had was Kevin. Keep in mind, he was a really good actor. And a jerk, but all's fair in Red Eye and war. (And it's my fanfic. Muahaha!)