Jackson pulled a huge brown shopping bag from the closet of the room Lisa'd been staying in. He dumped the bag upside down on the bed and out toppled five shirts, a dress, two skirts, jeans, a pair of pants, two pairs of shoes, some undergarments, and what looked like a makeup bag.

Lisa stared at the garments and then frowned up at Jackson.

"I got these for you," he shrugged, reading the look on her face. "Figured you'd be here a while."

"Aren't you the gentleman," Lisa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a lot like Mel.

"Come on, just put something on and meet me downstairs," he sighed. "I need to start cooking."

With that, he left the room. Lisa sighed in defeat and gingerly touched the dress. It was knee-length, white, with a blue shirt under the V-neck, a lacy hem, fluttery sleeves, and a sash waist. It looked beautiful, something she would love to wear, so she slipped it over her head and tied the back. It fit perfectly. It frightened her but also in a twisted way touched her that Jackson knew her exact size...but that meant that he knew her size in everything...she cringed at the thought but shook it away. She didn't have the mental capacity to deal with that thought right now. She sighed again and looked for a pair of shoes. Sneakers, slides, or the heels she'd had on before.

Lisa bit her lip, suddenly having an idea. She pulled on the slides, and grabbed one of her heels, concealing it behind her back. Lisa crept downstairs and looked into the doorway of the kitchen, heel held high over her head. She frowned in confusion. No one was there.

A strong hand on her raised wrist announced Jackson's presence. He spun her around and slammed her against the wall.

"Now, Leese," he growled in a singsong voice. "What were you planning to do with that?"

Lisa screamed and struggled against him but he slammed a hand over her mouth and pinned her with his arms.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," he snaked his hands around her neck. Lisa tried to scream again, but it came out as gasps as she tried to get air. "Nice fucking bright idea. You really think I'm gonna fall for that one again? You could really use some new ideas, Leese." He loosened his grip slightly.

Lisa gasped in air and glared at him. "You do, too, Jack."

He shot her an icy glare that instantly made her cringe. Finally, her anger bubbled inside her and she did something she instantly regretted.

Lisa's hand flew up and smacked him hard in the face. It made a loud thwacking noise that startled her. Jackson stared at hre in disbelief for a few moments, until he lifted his arm and sent her a blow in the face that sent her reeling to the floor.

"You hit me, Leese, I hit ten times harder," he snarled. Lisa pulled herself to a sitting position and rubbed the side of her face.

"Go back upstairs, in the bag, there's makeup. You'll have a nice little bruise, no doubt," Jackson ordered.

"And what if I don't put it on, Jack?" Lisa sneered. "Let them think you're a pathetic little wife-beater."

Jackson laughed. "Just two more bodies to dispose of."

Lisa stared at him in horror and slowly, shakily pulled herself to her feet.

"If you don't put it on, I'll do it for you," he threatened, retreating back into the kitchen.