You Failed, Jack

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Warning: I just upped the rating to M. This chapter is one of the reasons why. Mainly Jackson has really lost it and does some pretty nasty things to Lisa.

Chapter Five

When Jackson slowly began to regain consciousness, Lisa was busy freeing herself from her chair. She had tipped the chair over, after launching herself at him, and was now lying on her side. Her hands were free and she was furiously working at the knots binding her ankles to the chair.

He groaned and grabbed for his trusty knife. The world was still spinning as he crawled towards her. Just as she jumped to her feet, he pulled her back down.

Lisa let out a scream as he sought to pin her to the ground with his body. She writhed in his grasp as he pressed his weight into her. "No!" she shouted.

"You've been a bad girl, Leese, and bad girls are punished," he responded, resting his lips on her ear.

He could feel her small body tremble at his touch. Jackson smiled sadistically as his left hand roamed her sensitive flesh and his right hand pressed the knife blade into her throat. The tremors began to increase.

"Please, I'm begging you," Lisa whispered as tears flowed from her eyes.

"You can't stop it now— you've already sentenced yourself."

"Don't… please don't do this…" Blabbering fool…

"Do what?" inquired Jackson.

"Rape me," she said softly, closing her eyes as if it would block the pain.

"Is that what you want me to do? Do you want me to rape you, Lisa?"

"Noo…"

"That's just too damn bad, Leese. You know why? Because you told me that it scares you. You gave me the ammunition and then you went and pissed me off. Now, I have to hurt you," he stated matter-of-factly.

She's not special. She thinks she is, but she is just another target. She's not different than anyone else that I've killed or tortured over the years. She is a common woman that needs to be punished.

Jackson slowly pushed her skirt up over her hips. Her fighting increased much to his barely-contained joy.

If I do this, if I rape her, I could get caught. No, they can't catch me because I don't exist. I'm not in any of their databases. Plus, it will look more like a normal murder if I do it…

"No," she whispered hoarsely as he slipped her panties off. "Don't…"

He unzipped and slipped off his pants. She struggled harder; throwing herself around in vain and trying her best to escape him. He pulled a washcloth that he had snatched from her bathroom earlier from his pocket and shoved it into her mouth to muffle her cries.

See what you do to me, Leese? Do you know how long I've dreamed of this?

Jackson entered her and she yelled loudly in protest. She was not about to give up without a fight. She knew that it was hopeless, yet she was determined to free herself. She could not let it happen again.

"Look at me, Lisa," he demanded as she tried to close her eyes and avoid watching him.

He yanked her chin and glared at her. "Open your eyes before I cut them out."

Tears fell as her vibrant green eyes opened up to glance at him. Why? Her eyes were begging him.

He ignored her silent pleas. She asked for it. It's just a job…nothing more.

When Jackson was finished with her, he lifted himself off her and let her crawl into a corner of the room to cry. She was curled up in a small ball and rocking back and forth.

He gave her a few moments to herself before invading her private corner and jerking her to her feet. She refused to stand and fell limply in his arms, sobbing still. He heaved her over his shoulder and carried her into the bathroom.

Jackson placed Lisa in the tub and rebound her wrists and ankles. He had learned over the years that the best place to torture someone without making a mess was in a bathroom. Not that he particularly cared about making a mess—it was not his place after all.

I can see the headlines now— 'Hotel Manager Found Slaughtered in Home', 'Gruesome Murder Plays Out in Miami', ' Miami Tragedy Follows Explosion'. No one will ever catch me.

"Just kill me now. You've already destroyed me," Lisa moaned.

"We haven't had all of our fun yet."

"You're a sick, twisted bastard," she accused.

"You'll get over it eventually," he smiled, patting her cheek before he stuffed the washcloth back in her mouth. Torture victims could get rather vocal.

He turned to his array of tools beside the tub. He gripped a simple hammer that Lisa had probably bought just to hang pictures. But, a hammer was a hammer and they could hurt like hell. "First thing's first—no more running away," he sneered, then raised the hammer.

He brought it down on her right knee first. Her body jerked and he laughed at her muffled screams. He brought the hammer back up again and then slammed it into her left knee.

Blood pooled in the tub and the delicious sound of shattering bones and cartilage had been rather satisfying for Jackson. Lisa could no longer run away from him. He had seen to that by ruthlessly shattering her kneecaps.

He had trapped her in her own bathtub.

"I'll be right back, Leese. Don't go anywhere," he teased before he got up and left her alone to scream and suffer.

Jackson wandered back into her kitchen to search for more weapons and to get a drink. All of this torment that he was putting her through made him thirsty. He was hungry too, but adrenaline had pushed him past that point. Human needs did not hold him down when he was working. He could do without the drink, but he felt that he deserved it. Plus it gave him time to plot out his next move.

As he searched the kitchen, a glass of cold ice tea in his hand, he pulled open a drawer and found a weapon to his delight.

It was a potato peeler.

Perfect…

Author's Notes:

Okay, this chapter is super disturbing. I have no clue where I keep getting these ideas. I need to stop watching CSI I guess and stop wandering around my house thinking of torture devices. I'm creepy myself out. Enjoy and thanks again for all the reviews!

Jo- Yup, Jackson's got more than just a few screws loose. Thanks! I really like tying the script into this story as well as the movie. I wasn't that impressed with the ending of the script either. Thanks again: )