Lisa stood up and straightened her clothes. She couldn't stay in this room a moment longer. Making sure to be as quiet as possible, she turned the knob on the door to peek out. It had been at least an hour since Kevin had left, she was sure. Maybe everyone was gone.

Seeing no one immediately, Lisa slipped out of the room and found herself in a long, dimly lit hallway. It reminded her of a level in a James Bond video game that her cousins used to play. She had always hated shooting games.

Realizing that her high heels were making a lot of noise, she decided to carry them, and continued to walk down the hall. She came to a set of double doors and pushed. No luck. She put all her weight into it, but the doors were clearly bolted from the other side, and she wasn't about to call attention to herself by breaking the glass. She quickly walked to the other end, and found those doors locked too.

Lisa heard something at the end of the hall that she had first checked. Someone was walking towards her room. Not wanting to anger her captors, or be noticed in any way, she rushed back into her room and pushed herself up against the wall behind the door. Jackson walked in, scanning the room for her. Seeing Jackson made Lisa want to break down again, but she refused to give Jackson that satisfaction. She held back tears and glared at Jackson, hoping that he wouldn't see through her thin mask of bravery.

Seeing her feeble attempt at holding herself together, Jackson took a breath and remarked, "Well, Leese, I hope you learned your lesson."

He lifted her chin up so she would have to face him, and it took all of her strength to look him in the eyes. After a moment of searching her face, Jackson muttered, "Of course you did," mostly to himself rather than to her. Grabbing her upper arm, he pulled her out of the room and down the hall. Lisa didn't bother to look at her surroundings, only staring at the ground as she walked. She knew that they probably wouldn't be coming back anyway. They ended up in a parking lot when Lisa finally took in her location. Jackson felt her breathing get heavy and her heart starting to beat more quickly. Ignoring this, he opened the passenger door of a car and put Lisa in. She stared out of the window and ignored Jackson.

Jackson started the car and pulled onto the highway, staying in the slow lane. It seemed to Lisa that Jackson was driving slowly just so her pain would be dragged out.

How the hell could you do that? You idiot! The last time you let down your defenses, it was with Jackson, and look how that turned out! How could you be so stupid, so naïve? Everyone you could ever trust is dead; there's no one who cares about you. You might as well stay with Jackson. At least you won't be alone all the time. He's better than nothing, right?

Lisa continued to beat herself up mentally throughout the whole car ride. By the time Jackson pulled over, it was ten thirty at night and they were in Connecticut, at an old motel. Normally, Lisa would have asked what they were doing, and refused to stay in the same room with Jackson, but she no longer cared.

Jackson got out of the car and locked it, just in case. Although it was obvious that Lisa hated herself for what happened, and probably didn't have the strength to run, he wouldn't risk her getting away from him. He had worked too hard to lose her now.

After a few minutes, Jackson walked back out to the car and brought Lisa to their room. She stopped dead in her tracks when he turned on the light, causing Jackson to almost stumble into her. As he regained his balance, her realized what was causing her behavior. There was only one bed.

"No," she whispered, her body tensing up against his.

"Lisa, I am too tired to argue with you. You should have realized by now where your place is."

"No," she said again, louder, this time struggling against him, trying to get out of the door. Moments from the rape, the time Jackson had attacked her in the plane bathroom, and earlier that day ran through her mind. She beat her hands against him- she needed to get away from everything.

"Lisa!" Jackson slapped her across the face. She immediately stopped struggling, and stared at him, her eyes looking slightly unfocused.

Well, at least the deal with Marsden wasn't completely worthless. Looks like I won't have to try quite as hard to control her now.

"Change into these." He tossed a loose t-shirt and jeans to her. Jackson knew sleeping in jeans wouldn't be very comfortable, but he also knew that it would be worse for her to stay in her dirty clothes. He opened the door to the bathroom and she walked in.

Lisa emerged from the bathroom in her new clothes, her arms folded across her chest, as if hugging herself was the best protection against getting hurt.

He led her over to the bed, and pulled out some rope. Lisa didn't think Jackson would rape her, and he she was right; he did have some morals, if only a few. But he couldn't let her get away, and he needed sleep.

"Jackson, please. I won't try to escape. I promise. Just don't tie me up again."

Jackson could see her rubbing her wrists, which were already cut up from trying to resist the bonds. But he couldn't see any other way to assure she would stay. He gently pulled her arms above her head and tied them around the headboard. Climbing into the bed himself, he put his arms around her waist and held her close. It was not a gesture of love or protection, but rather of ownership. Lisa stared at the wall, but after a while, exhaustion took over and she found her eyes closing.

Xxx

Lisa smelled the food before she saw it. God, I'm starving. What is that? She could feel a calm breeze drift over her, and she felt at peace. Until she remembered where she was and who was there with her.

Her eyes snapped open and she found that her wrists were unbound and bandaged; there was a plate of waffles and strawberries next to the bed. Jackson was in the corner reading a newspaper.

"Eat up, Leese. We need to get an early start if we're going to make a dent in the traveling today."

The meal was nothing short of delicious, although Lisa was angry that Jackson had obviously left the room to get it, which meant that she missed an opportunity to escape. On the road, Lisa had something of an epiphany.

Although there was no one back in Miami for Lisa, she realized that being with Jackson was much worse than being alone. As long as she was with Jackson, she had no free will. And Lisa was not about to give up her life for the company of a familiar face, especially if that face was Jackson Ripner.

Lisa decided that she was going to escape even if it meant losing her life. There was no way she would give in to Jackson. But she had to be smart about it. She couldn't just run at the first sign of freedom. If she did that, Jackson would never trust her, and it would be almost impossible to escape. She had to pretend that she thought she was his, pretend that she had been "broken in." The thought of acting like that made Lisa nauseous, but she knew that it was the only way for Jackson to let down his guard.

After a few hours, Jackson pulled over to get some gas. As he got out of the car, he glanced over at Lisa and said, "Nothing cute."

You really need a new line, Jack. Lisa thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she stared at her lap and nodded. She could only hope he would fall for her act long enough for her to escape. This acting thing was going to be harder than she thought.

Okay, I had to basically rewrite this chapter, because at first, I was going to actually have Lisa actually break. But then I thought "Well, what's the fun in that?" I mean, the story would basically be over. I might tie up this story soon, I'm not sure. I seem to have run out of creative juices and plot ideas. I was going to have Jackson make Lisa help him with a mission, but that's been done to death. I still might, but I want your opinions on that, okay?

I was also thinking about a Red Eye/ Charmed crossover, but the more I think of that, the dumber it seems. Of course, I usually think my ideas are dumb, so it could actually be a really cool idea, and I'm just not seeing that. I only thought of it because I have recently gotten into Charmed, and I want to do a fic about it. Well, I might do a crossover anyway, because it's not like you guys can stop me. wink

Okay well right now I am stuck at the beach with no internet, so I'm off to do chapter seven!