Jackson finally made his way to over to Lisa's bed. Lisa was now was trying to make herself as small as possible at the head of the bed.
He sat down at the foot at of the bed and reached out to stroke Lisa's face and push the hair out of her eyes. She flinched at his touch on her skin.
"You are so beautiful, Leese, especially when you're upset like this," Jackson said not sounding a bit sympathetic to the anguish Lisa felt.
If it hadn't been for the gun she had seen earlier Lisa would have fought him. She easily could have kicked him and then run out of the bedroom. She was able to outrun him the last time and she was sure she could do it again. She knew that wasn't an option this time unless she wanted to risk being shot so instead she sat silently on her bed hoping he would grow bored and leave her in peace.
Suddenly feeling overly confident by the silence Lisa decided to say everything she had been thinking but was too scared to actually say.
"Look, Jack," she said emphasizing the shortened version of his name. "I'm not your own personal play thing that you can just have fun with and then leave." Lisa realized being this bold with Jackson Rippner probably wasn't the smartest thing considering the position she was in and started feeling terrified again.
Without even thinking Jackson delivered a quick slap to Lisa's face and retrieved the gun that was still being hidden in the waistband of his pants. He casually held it at his side so it was in plain view for Lisa to see.
"You know what I think, Leese? I think I'm the one holding the gun so therefore I get to say what happens. Got it?" he replied angrily and grabbed her chin so she was forced to look him in the eye. "Answer me, Leese. Are you going to behave this time?"
Lisa slowly nodded her head indicating that she understood Jackson. Her beautiful green eyes were now pointed at the floor too scared to look at him directly.
"Good. I'm glad we got things straight," he replied and returned the gun to the waistband of his pants.
Jackson pulled down on the blankets that Lisa was still using in a desperate attempt to cover herself. As soon as the blankets fell on the floor Lisa automatically crossed her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to stay covered.
This did not make Jackson happy. He was tired of playing these games with her. He reached over and gently pulled her arms down to her side. He could now see the scar on her chest through the thin material of her nightgown. He reached over and traced it with it with his index finger. Lisa fought the urge to slap his hand away.
She had finally realized what Jackson had wanted when he came to her house tonight. She didn't think she could go through it again. It would completely break her for good. Lisa allowed her body to go numb when she felt his lips kissing her neck.
She told herself that it would all be over soon. She just had to concentrate on something else. She tried to think of a happier time in her life. The happy memories she was trying so hard to concentrate on soon took over and she soon felt disconnected from her body.
Lisa was already off in her own world by the time Jackson had taken his shirt off. She no longer cared about fighting back. He was going to get what he wanted whether she tried to fight him off or not. At this realization a single tear rolled down her small face. She would not let him see her cry. That was the one thing that she still did have control over.
Lisa's thoughts were still on the happy vacation when Jackson's angry and shrill voice snapped her out of it. He was yelling at her for something which was most likely not playing along with his sick fantasy.
"Take it off," Jackson demanded fingering her nightgown with his forefingers. Sure, he could easily take it off for her but where would the fun be in that.
"No," Lisa said quietly smacking his hands away and bringing her arms back to her chest.
No was not a word that Jackson heard often nor did he enjoy it either. Growing impatient he retrieved the gun still tucked tightly in his waistband, aiming just above Lisa's head, he fired it.
The sudden noise caused Lisa to jump and her body started shaking. It was too bad she didn't live close enough to people for them to hear. She was sure that Jackson had already thought about that.
"Now, Leese, I'm going to give you one more chance to listen. Take… it… off..."
"Jackson, please." Lisa first had refused to allow herself to beg him for anything but she was growing more and more desperate by the minute. "Don't do this. I'll give you anything else."
"I guess I'll just have to do it for you then." Without even setting the gun down, he started to pull her nightgown over her hand with his free hand. Lisa struggled against him trying to pull the thin fabric back down. During the struggle against him Lisa ended up kicking Jackson hard in the stomach.
Forgetting Lisa's nightgown, Jackson quickly pushed Lisa down against her bed holding her in place with his legs while straddling her. The gun that had been in his hand hanging loosely against his side Lisa could now feel it resting against the side of her head. Any feeling she had about fighting him off had suddenly been extinguished "You may not believe me, Leese, but make me angry enough and I will kill you. Is that what you want?"
"No."
"Then you better start behaving." With the new understanding Jackson shifted his weight to allow Lisa to get up from the bed. Standing beside the bed Lisa watched as he shed his jeans and discarded them into a pile on her floor. Jackson had noticed how Lisa had turned away from him as he was undressing. "Leese, I'm waiting."
Lisa knew he wasn't going to leave and she would really rather him not touch her more than necessary. She reluctantly pulled off her nightgown.
With the nightgown off, Lisa felt very open and scared. It was bad enough the first time but to have to endure it a second time was too much.
Now in only his boxers Jackson crawled on top of Lisa and begin to gently kiss her neck before moving onto to her lips. Lisa couldn't help her body's reaction to wiggle and fight. Her arms uselessly pushed against his strong chest until she finally gave up.
It seemed like forever that Lisa laid there on her bed completely helpless. She had promised herself that this would never happen again and now she couldn't do anything to stop it. Finally Jackson got up and Lisa reached for her blankets hoping he was finally done.
"Not so fast," Jackson chastised Lisa dropping the blankets she had grabbed onto the floor. Lisa turned away as Jackson removed his last piece of clothing.
"Your turn, Leese," Jackson smirked showing Lisa that he was enjoying the sexual act as much as the torment she was internally going through.
Lisa bit at her lip and shook her head "no" unable to find her voice to do anything else. Allowing him to kiss her was one thing and she could manage to get through that but what he wanted was more than she could handle.
Since Lisa continued to refuse him, which was starting to very much annoy him, Jackson reached over to help take her undergarments off.
Lisa swatted at his groping hands unable to deal with him being so close and his hands all over her again.
He didn't imagine this would be this much work. He should have known that Lisa wouldn't just lay back and give in to him.
Jackson grabbed at her chin so she was facing him.
"Aww, Leese, I thought we had an understanding." Jackson moved to pick his gun back up that he had momentarily lain down as he finished undressing. "I guess your dad will have to find something else to fill all of his time with if you're not around anymore." Jackson really didn't want to have to follow through and kill Lisa. She would be no good to him dead and Jackson really didn't like giving up things he enjoyed.
"Don't…" Lisa choked out as tears threatened to spill over as much she wished them not to. She didn't want to give Jackson what he wanted but she also wasn't ready to die. Considering his job was killing people and he was holding a gun she was sure that he wouldn't hesitate following through on his threat. She would just be another person whose life he had ruined. "I'll do it. I'll give what you want."
Lisa stood feeling Jackson's eyes on her the whole time. He was probably waiting for her to run or do something equally stupid. With shaking fingers she pushed down her pink lacy underwear until it fell to her ankles.
"Was that really that hard?" Jackson asked sarcasm seeping from every word. "Now be a good girl and lay back down."
Lisa lay back down and forced herself to continue focusing on the old memory from earlier so she couldn't feel Jackson's body against her or inside of her. Lisa wished he would be quick but she didn't know how long exactly she had been laying there trying to focus on her happy memories only to be interrupted by his voice.
It took a while for Lisa to completely come out of the trance she had put herself in when she realized that Jackson was talking to her and waiting for a response. As soon as she realized that Jackson was finished, she fumbled with the sheets from the floor to quickly cover up her violated body. Re-dressing would take much longer she decided. Lisa could do that after he finally left.
"And, Leese, don't bother going to the police about this. They won't find any record of me."
His smugness made Lisa want to jump off the bed and cause him the same amount of pain he had caused her. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that he was still holding a gun and maybe he was finally ready to leave.
"You got what you want now," Lisa said unable to make eye contact with Jackson and hoped he would step out of her life forever. "So there's really no reason for you to come back here."
Jackson laughed at the thought that Lisa could get rid of him so easily. "I'll be the one deciding when I'm done with you. Right now I think I rather enjoy having you nearby, Leese."
This new information sent shivers through her body that she had finally gotten to stop shaking. "What else could you possibly want Jackson?" Lisa spat forgetting the gun he was holding and any self-preservation she had left.
"I did tell you that I might have to steal you," Jackson said with a smirk enjoying Lisa's body noticeably tense up.
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Maybe." Jackson shrugged. "At least not tonight. Where would the fun be in that?"
"I want you out of my life, Jackson."
"I can't do that, Leese." Jackson turned to leave the bedroom and Lisa finally allowed herself to relax. "I'll be seeing you."
Once Lisa heard his footsteps reach the front door and she heard the door click shut she finally gathered her clothes that were strewn all over the floor. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to go on after this.