Collapsing on the floor of the bathroom, Lisa took deep cleansing breaths to calm her racing heart. Oh God, what have I done? She asked herself, feeling her body tremble violently. You did what you had to, what Dad would have wanted. Somehow it wasn't quite reassuring but she wasn't backing down. Jackson or whomever he worked for would undoubtedly kill her father and her regardless of what decision she made.

I can't let it happen again. I won't let it happen again. The promise she made to herself since the rape was an oath that she swore never to break. Her stomached heaved as she immediately lifted up the toilet seat, feeling the urge to vomit. Having very little to eat during the day, nothing came out and she fell back against the counter.

The sensation started to dwindle. Get up. She told herself as she grabbed the sink immediately cupping water in her palm and rinsed the rancid taste of bile from her mouth. Washing her hands, she wondered what to do now. She couldn't stay locked up in the bathroom and the thought of going back to her seat was absolutely terrifying. I just can't go back there. She would open the door and get one of the flight attendants and tell them that the creep was threatening her and they would take it from there. Maybe I can call Dad before its too late.

Straightening her disheveled blouse, she unlocked the bathroom door and pulled the door open only to be faced with an intense pair of crystalline blue eyes as Jackson stood in front of her blocking the exit. No…damn it. I need to get help. Lisa started to scream as she was suddenly forced back into the tiny compartment, a hand clamped over mouth muffling her cry as the door was locked behind them.

She surged forward desperate to get away from him as he slammed her back against the wall next to the toilet, shoving a knee into her abdomen to hold her in place. His face was only inches from her as he said to her softly. "Don't fight me." She groaned against his hand as his arm pressed into her rib cage. "So worked up and over what, Leese?"

Not again…please! Her mind flashed to the parking lot feeling the weight of the rapist on top of her, his hands moving down her body. Oh God. She thought, caught up in the memory as she started to gag.

"Breathe." He whispered into her ear as his hand shifted to grip her elbow, holding her up right. Suddenly, he released his hand over her mouth and she was suddenly shoved against the wall on the other side of the bathroom. His hand however gripped her chin as his arm pressed against her shoulders.

"You really thought it would be that simple, Leese? Just a simple no? I'm surprised at you." He murmured to her.

"I'm not making any damned phone calls." She retorted. "Do you think that I'm really that stupid to believe that you would let my father live and then let me simply walk away?" Sucking in a deep breathe as she felt his fingers dig into her chin. "You're going to kill me either way aren't you?" She challenged.

"No, Leese. We'd go our separate ways and life goes on." He said.

"Except for Keefe. He's a good person, Jack!" Lisa exclaimed.

He shrugged. "Sometimes bad things happen to good people." Glancing down at something beneath her collar bone, his thumb revealed the scar she had so carefully hidden beneath the white fabric. "Like you, it seems." He said glancing back up at her. Oh please no. I don't want him of all people to know…"I've been following you for quite a while, Lisa and as far as I can tell your life just revolves around work and the occasional cocktail at the local bar. Late night movies and scrambled eggs at three PM. I was never certain what caused you to be such a loner but now I think I'm getting the picture. Did someone do that to you? He asked, a flash of rage appearing in his eyes as he ran his thumb over the damaged flesh.

He's angry. It's almost like someone damaged his prized hen. The thought drifted through her mind as she tried to think of something to say to counter his suspicions. I'm tainted…I'm just damaged and dirty. I can't get rid of it. She couldn't prevent the torment that entered her eyes and Jackson didn't miss it. "Is that what it is?" He asked again interrupting the pause that had settled between them.

"I….I just…please don't make me…" Lisa stammered as she tried to struggle against the grip he had on her. In a rapid, fluidic movement he slammed her against the mirror, his hand at her neck squeezing her throat as her hands railed against his grip.

"You know what I think, Lisa? I think you haven't been such an honest person because I've been following you for eight weeks now and you never ordered anything but a damned seabreeze." He said furiously.

"I can't breathe…can't…" She managed to gasp.

"You know what else, Leese? I think it's also time you make that fucking phone call before I make one of my own." He said, his blue eyes glared at her icily. "What do you say, Lisa? Ready to play along?" His hand eased somewhat from her windpipe allowing air into her lungs.

Lisa gathered her strength as she looked at him steadily. "I think I'm ready for you to go to hell, you asshole! I'm not calling anyone, you pathetic bastard!"

His grip tightened severely on her throat and she fought violently against him unable to draw any air as his fathomless, cold blue eyes observed her futile struggle. "You're only going to make it worse, Lisa." He whispered in her ear as darkness started to form around the edges of her vision. Her body went limp against him as unconsciousness finally claimed her.

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Jackson immediately relinquished the grip on her throat; his arms encircled her body as he held her against him. Brushing loose strands of red hair from her face, he sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" He murmured as he gathered her into his arms and unlocked the bathroom.

A glaring flight attendant immediately awaited him and he watched as her furious gaze dissolved into one of concern. "What happened?" She asked indicating Lisa's prone form.

He smiled charmingly at her. "She had a bit too much to drink and I saw her stumble going to the bathroom so I thought I would see how she was doing. I was waiting outside the door and saw that she was about to collapse when she opened it. I knew I had to intercede. Don't worry, she'll be fine." He said honestly.

The nervous attendant looked relieved. "You make sure she gets home all right?"

"Of course, at this point she's stuck with me whether she likes it or not." Jackson replied.