It wasn't the best of plans, but Rory was desperate. She knew deep down that this was her only chance of getting away, as she would most likely be blindfolded/rendered unconscious when the assassins took her and Lisa to their new home, and thus she wouldn't know how to escape from there.

Her plan was to use a ceramic vase she had found in the back of the bathroom cabinet to shatter the window. The window was large enough that, if the vase made a large enough hole, she could crawl through. Worst case scenario, she could always kick out the remaining glass. She didn't care if it cut her. She just needed to get away.

Lisa was wary.

"I don't know, Ror," she shrugged quietly. "I want to get out just as much as you, but it seems pretty risky. If we get caught…."

"I'll take full blame, I promise, Leese."

"No, you won't. I don't care about myself at this point. Well, my baby. The baby, I care about. But I also care as much, if not more, about you. I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'll get hurt more by staying here. Please, Lisa."

Lisa sighed. What else could be done? "Fine. I'll help."

"You don't have to. I don't want-"

"Jackson would hurt me whether I had anything to do with it or not, so I might as well help you. Go see if the coast is clear, but discreetly."

Rory nodded and did so, and within seconds was back.

"They're both in their rooms packing," she informed Lisa.

Lisa snorted. "They're doing a great job of being kidnappers, huh?" Rory smiled nervously. Everything that happened prior to that was a blur.

Lisa raised the vase, aimed it at the window, and chucked it as hard as she could. It made a perfect-sized indentation and an even bigger crash. A piece of glass flew from the collision and pierced Lisa's arm. She screamed in pain. Then she heard Jackson and Jess swear and their footsteps.

Rory lept up onto the toilet seat, poised to hop out. There was only one problem. The bedrooms were close enough together that the men would be there in seconds. There wouldn't likely be enough time for Lisa to get out as well.

"Go," Lisa urged her. "Just go. I've made a pact with the devil. I can't, just go, please, save yourself."

"Leese, I-I can't," Rory was crying now. "I can't leave you here with these…these monsters, I can't!"

Lisa screamed at her. "Do it, Rory! I'll be fine, I'll get away! I've lived my life, you're too young! Just go, please! Do it for me…for my baby!"

Rory finally nodded sadly and tearfully jumped. Her shirt snagged slightly on the glass but she tore it loose and ran, literally, for her life.

Lisa muttered a silent prayer of thanks and relief and hopped up to follow. She was halfway out when Jackson thundered in and caught her by the waist.

She screamed as he yanked her down, as she tried to kick at him. He bellowed for Jess to go after Rory, who did so.

Then, there was a calm in the storm. Jackson shut the door behind him after he let go of Lisa. She pressed herself against the wall, clutching at a stitch in her side and feeling her arm throb, savoring the cool air rushing in from the broken window. She was terrified at the eruption that was surely to come.

"Sit," Jackson finally instructed of her quietly. Lisa frowned. He didn't seem angry.

"The toilet seat has glass-"

"No. On the edge of the tub."

Lisa swallowed and nervously nodded, perching on the porcelain rim. Jackson kneeled next to her, studying her injury.

Maybe he assumed that she hadn't done it. Maybe he pitied her, maybe he wasn't angry. Lisa's heart lifted at the possibilities as he finally spoke.

"It's not in that deep."

"Yeah, I was hopi-" Jackson caught hold of the shard and ripped. It extracted itself from her body with a wicked jolt of pain. Jackson's eyes flashed when Lisa screamed.

"You happy, Lisa?" he yelled, backhanding her in the face. She reeled back, falling into the bathtub. Her back sharply hit the bottom and she moaned. "Is this what you want, violence? I can dish it out, don't get me wrong. I'm not afraid and it seems as if this is what you want because you keep on pissing me off."

Lisa could speak only in short gasps due to the twinge. "What I wa-"

"What is it, Lisa?" he interrupted, turning on the water. The cold spray from the tap shocked her as it filled to her waist. The water instantly turned pink with the blood from her arm and multiple pain sources sent tremors through her body. "Is this a turn-on for you or something?"

Lisa felt salty tears running down her face. She wanted to protest his words but the shivers from the water and her aching prohibited syllables. The tub filled and when it was she tried to climb out. Jackson shoved her back in. She was incredibly confused to what he was playing at, but obviously it wasn't good.

Jackson raised his arm again and Lisa shielded her face, but he was just turning the water off. He crouched next to her, his face inches away. Lisa tried to move but the tub was too small.

"Well, Leese, if that's the case," Jackson sneered. "Then all I can say is that I'm willing to provide." With the beginnings of dissention forming on Lisa's face, Jackson grabbed hold of her scalp and thrust her head into the frosty water.

The seemingly sub-zero temperature numbed her entire body and Lisa felt herself turning blue, partially from oxygen deprivation. Her chest began to spasm as her breath disappeared. She clawed at Jackson's hands and kept her eyes open, watching him through the foggy colored layer of water. His eyes looked red. Blood red, like the devil, blood red with evil. He smirked as he pulled her up by her curls.

"You're insa-" she gasped but he thrust her back into the water.

This time she felt her consciousness begin to drift and had to close her eyes. Her mind screamed and she dreaded her future as she knew this would not be the worst of it.

When he seemed to be done, he wrenched her out by her neck this time. She sputtered and spit out blood, some fresh. He pulled her from the tub, soaking wet.

"Jackson, please," Lisa pleaded as she wobbled dizzily on her own feet. She tried to hobble to the door but Jackson caught her wrist and slammed her against the wall.

"I love it when you beg," he snarled. "And trust me, sweetie, there's more to come." As I suspected.

"Please, Jackson, the baby," Lisa rambled on, sobbing. "Please, I-"

"The baby?" Jackson repeated incredulously, spinning her around and pushing her. She fell to the ground and he pulled her up by her arm, intentionally pressing her cut. She winced and bit her lip to keep from screaming, as Jackson seemed to thrive on it. "You should have thought of the baby, Leese, before you decided to anger me."

He was right. He was rightrightright…and she knew it.

He dragged her all the way to her room, where she knew the inevitable waited. She clung to the door hinges but nothing hindered his progression. Soon they had arrived.

Jackson shoved her to the bed and she fell. Her neck banged against the headboard as Jackson produced from his pocket a pair of handcuffs.

I don't want to know why…

He clipped both of her wrists to one side of the bed and she shut her eyes, letting the pain wash over her.

Just let me fall asleep, I want to go to sleep…help me forget this…

Nothing happened. She was lying twisted on her side and couldn't see him if she wanted to.

"But for now, Lisa, I'm tired," he whispered in her ear. She cringed and he climbed off the bed, moving to the door and clicking off the light.

"And I'm not that kind of man." Then he shut the door and left her in total darkness. She was bleeding, aching, and soaking, but she was relieved.