You Failed, Jack

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Chapter Three

Jackson groaned as he awoke. His head was pounded from a collision with the passenger side window. He touched his sore head and his pale hand came away sticky with his own crimson blood. Shit, Lisa, you sure know how to screw things up…

A glance to his left showed him an unmoving Lisa. She was leaning on the steering wheel; her seatbelt never having been fastened. Had he anticipated a crash, he would have forced her to buckle up, but with the handcuffs, she had been unable to. Serves her right if she killed herself…

"Leese," he hissed; his voice a low growl.

A quiet whimper reached his ear and he yanked her hair. The whimper grew louder as her eyes fluttered open.

"Nice try, but you just increased your torture. No sweet reprieve of death for a long time now, Lisa."

She moaned from the pain coursing through her body and shifted slightly in her seat. Her head was bleeding too from where she had struck the hard steering wheel. Luckily, no glass had shattered and they were both scratch free. Most likely they were bruised from being slammed around the car, but they had escaped any major injuries.

Lisa glared at him as he reached over and unlocked her handcuff. "So much for driving," he snarled, then unlocked his door and pulled her out after him.

The car had been run off the road and into a ditch. If no one reported the accident, then there was a good chance that it would be assumed that she had car trouble. If that happened, then he had more time in which to finish Lisa before the cops trailed him.

She yelped, but he ignored her cries. She did it to herself. I had nothing to do with it.

" Jackson, you're hurting me," she protested.

"Well, that's just too damn bad."

Jackson pulled her along, hurrying her away from the scene of the accident before the police responded. No one tried to stop them as they took off on foot. He pulled her along as she tried in vain to fight his grip.

Lisa nearly broke free after she elbowed him harshly in the stomach. But he was quicker and sliced her arm with the knife he carried. She cried out and paused, allowing him to snatch her up. She screamed and cursed, but he ignored it all. You're going to die, Lisa. That's all that matters now. I need to be rid of you and I will.


He ended up carrying her most of the way to her home. She had stubbornly refused to walk upon her own two feet. He had tired of dragging her after a while and just slung her over his shoulder. She had continued to fight him and kicked and punched at him. I can't let her get under my skin again. She has to die.

Fresh blood dripped from the slash he had caused on her arm, ruining his suit jacket. Not that it mattered. He had already planned on burning his old clothes after he was finished killing her.

"Let go of me!" Lisa demanded as he deftly unlocked her front door.

"Um, no."

He unceremoniously dumped her on the couch. The instant she realized that she was free, she tried to jump from the couch and rush towards her door. Jackson saw the glint in her eyes; the realization that escape was possible.

He snatched her by the throat, squeezing tightly as she writhed in his unrelenting grasp.

"Can't breathe!" Lisa choked, struggling for air.

Jackson sneered at her. "Gee, I wonder why, Leese."

After a full minute of pressure, Lisa collapsed and he let her drop to the floor. He stepped over her limp body to bolt the front door and prepare for her torture session.

Let the games begin, Leese…


When Lisa regained consciousness awhile later, she found herself tied to a chair and Jackson seated casually on another chair across from her.

"So sleeping beauty has finally woken up. Good. Now we can finally get down to business," he sneered at her.

"If you're gonna kill me, just get it over with. I'm not a caged animal that you can poke with a stick," she said, her defiant attitude in full force.

"You're mine to do whatever I please with and don't you dare forget that, Leese. You'll die—in time."

I'll make you scream and beg. Death will be a welcome relief at the end. But not for a while. We have yet to start.

"You're a sick bastard."

He smirked and then pulled her chair closer to him, scuffing the wood floor as he did. "Lisa, Lisa, you have no idea."

She fought against her restraints and rubbed her sore wrists raw. "How quaint, Jack," she remarked. "Telephone cords? Did the assassin shop run out of rope?" Are you mocking me, Leese?

Jackson's fury was plain as day and lifted his right hand and roughly backhanded Lisa across the face. She stifled a cry of pain and bit her lip.

He clenched her jaw in his hand and forced her to face him. "If you know what's good for you, you'll behave, Lisa. No smart-ass comments or you'll receive extra punishment. Do we understand?"

"Crystal clear, Jack."

Another smack. Lisa barely even flinched this time. What is it going to take to get through to this bitch?

He took his trusty knife and traced it down her bruised throat. Lisa's muscles tightened in anticipation of a cut. Without a word, Jackson continued, dragging the blade down her rumpled and stained blouse. He neatly sliced the buttons off and the silky fabric revealed her skin. He heard her swallow hard and saw her shift uncomfortably in the chair.

"Aw, what's wrong, Leese? Are you worried that I'm gonna strip all your clothes right now?"

She was shivering and it was not because of the cold. Her eyes were focused on the right side of her body. Curiously, he slipped her shirt away from that part of her skin and his icy gaze came to rest upon an angry red scar above her breast. Is that why you are so afraid? Is this your deep, dark secret?

"Did someone hurt you, Lisa, or did you just have an accident?"

Lisa was chewing on her lip; determined not to answer.

Frowning, he rested the knife on the scar. Lisa shook and he pressed harder, threatening to reopen the old wound.

"Yes!" she sobbed.

"Yes, what?" mocked Jackson, smirking.

"Someone hurt me."

"I really don't want to listen to your sob story right now, Lisa. I'm busy and you're just trying to distract me from—"

"I was raped," she blurted out.

Author's Notes:

Lisa's trying to inspire some compassion from him. The beginning of this chapter was a little unrealistic with them escaping on foot, and I'm sorry for that. It's really late and I'm running solely on caffeine. Sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy and thanks for the reviews!