You Failed, Jack
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Chapter Four
"Well, you have my sympathy, but now's not the time," Jackson snapped.
"Don't you have a heart?" Lisa questioned him; disbelief at his callousness written clearly upon her face.
"Nope."
"Do you want to know why you failed, Jack? Do you want to know why?" she tested, baiting him with her words.
He gritted his teeth. The only failure here is you, Lisa. You let me down.
She ignored his silence and continued on. "You missed a big clue. You never knew everything about me."
You're wrong. I do know everything about you and then some.
"Enlighten me," he prompted; casually easing back into his own chair, arms crossed and knife in hand.
"You underestimated me. I told myself that it would never happen again. And I've kept my promise."
"So my mistake was failing to, what? See your pathetic female emotions?" he taunted. Where did I start to lose control? This is my plan; not hers. MY well-deserved revenge.
Lisa laughed at him. "You'll never understand… you're too inhuman to figure it out."
"You're the one that brought it up."
Her green eyes glared daggers at him and he was sure that if looks could kill, she would have carefully slit his throat about twenty times by now.
Jackson leaned forward again, perching on the edge of his chair. "Why so quiet now, Leese? Don't you have tons of questions for me?"
"This isn't all about you, Jack."
He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
She turned her head away from him; possibly to scope out a weapon or escape, or in order to avoid him. Neither one was going to happen around him. He snatched her chin and roughly forced her to face him.
"You're not getting away from me, so I suggest that you stop trying."
"Never."
"Lisa, your naïveté still surprises me. I'm the last person that you will ever see or speak to. You will never leave this house alive."
Why are you being so thick-headed all of a sudden? Here was I thinking that you were the smart one. Oh, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa…
"That's what you say now, but I've bested you before," she countered; a bit of hope sounding in her voice. She was clinging desperately to the past.
"Not without a little help from a pen," he smirked, showing her the angry red mark she had left upon his throat. "And you still couldn't manage to kill me properly."
"Maybe that's because I wasn't trying to kill you. Yet.'
"Growing a little feisty now, are we Leese? Whatever shall I do about that?" he pondered aloud.
"Go to fucking hell, Jack," Lisa snarled at him; surprisingly vicious from someone bound to a chair.
"That language doesn't suit you."
She shut her mouth angrily. Ooo, the silent treatment. I'm sooo upset. Nice try, Leese. Better luck next time.
"What? No smart retort? I'm extremely disappointed in you, Lisa."
"You're a sad excuse for a living being," Lisa responded; the fire and fight back in her.
"If I were you—I'd choose my words rather carefully."
"Says the man with the big, scary knife," she mocked him. "Are we trying to compensate for something, Jack?"
Rage filled him. How dare she speak to me like that? Insolent little bitch!
"Would we like to find out, Leese? How 'bout a matching scar while we're at it?" he threatened her.
Lisa trembled, goosebumps appearing on her fragile flesh. "You wouldn't dare."
In a flash, his blade was poised above her left breast; ready to tear the delicate skin. Jackson himself was straddling her and pinning her to the chair with his weight as well as fear. She squirmed beneath him, but to no avail. He was not about to budge.
"Wouldn't I?" he sneered at her.
She would be fun to use that way. It would add to her torture, but I can't do it yet. It's too soon right now. I have other matters to tend too…
She yelped in pain as he cut into her flesh. He pressed a strong hand into her mouth to muffle the cry. Her eyes flicked around nervously and her breathing hastened.
Blood trailed down her skin; staining her bra and seeping through the remains of her blouse as it flowed downwards as dictated by the laws of gravity.
The sight of her blood did not sate his thirst for her suffering. He longed to see more of her crimson blood flowing from her body. He wanted to hear her beg and pled for release, and scream from the pain that he caused. She had betrayed him and he needed her to feel what she had done to him.
"What do you think now? Still think I won't rape you? I don't care if you've already been raped, Lisa. I will do whatever the hell I want to you. You belong to me."
"I belong to no one," Lisa hissed; biting her lip after she spoke in order to fight the pain.
The knife sliced through the center of her bra and down to the middle of her stomach. She gasped and fought her restraints; seeking escape from the torture and the agony that he was putting her through.
You did this to yourself, Leese. All I asked for was a little bit of cooperation on your part, which you couldn't seem to give. So stop expecting it from me. Do unto others as they do unto you…
Once he removed the blade, he smiled at his cruel rendition of the Y-shape created during autopsies. Lisa was shaking now as he once again sat back in his seat. From his chair, he wiped the large knife clean on her skirt.
"Kill me now," she asked him; eyes imploring him to end her torment.
"No, Leese, we're just getting started."
She closed her hurt-filled eyes for a fleeting moment and swallowed deeply. Jackson simply watched her with a curious, yet disinterested look.
"No," she announced solemnly. "We're finished."
He cocked his dark-haired head at her. You wish, Lisa. You and I both know exactly how this is going to end…
The next thing he knew, a sharp pain had filled his already sore head and he was falling to the ground.
I'll kill you, Leese… You'll pay for this…
Author's Notes:
Sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up. I started college yesterday after floating between three different houses and having no writing time. I finally found a spare minute to work and here's the result. Enjoy and thanks so much for all the reviews! They help keep me going.
