Steal My Life
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!
Warning: The content in this chapter is disturbing. Proceed with caution.
Chapter Twenty
Over a year later…
Jackson Rippner had just recently returned from out of town once more. His boss was keeping him rather busy. New jobs were cropping up with barely a moment's notice now. He enjoyed working full-time, but it was exhausting and left little time for Lisa-watching—by far his favorite activity.
He stumbled into his car and drove to a nearby shopping plaza. He needed to run in a few stores and grab a few items for his apartment. He had become sloppy lately and his hands were itching for some cleaning materials, not to mention Craig Smith had reminded him no less than five times to pick up his medication from the pharmacy.
How his boss even knew that he was out of medication, was beyond him. But Jackson respected him and knew that without the medication, he would be out of a job. He was not willing to take the risk, so he would dutifully pick up and take the prescribed pills.
On his way towards the stores, he spotted a familiar woman and his heart nearly stopped.
Lisa… oh, lovely, lovely Lisa…
He felt the knife strapped to his trim waist and watched her slowly walk, her motions slow, yet sensual. He could feel himself becoming aroused and he knew then what he had to do. He had to have her for himself.
I need you, don't you need me?
She was heading to her car as he crept through the silent parking lot. Cars hid his approach as Jackson stalked his prey. He had been waiting for years for this opportunity—since he first saw her inside the Lux Atlantic six years earlier.
Come out, come out wherever you are…
A flash of red hair appeared and he struck, throwing a hand over her mouth and placing a knife at her throat. He pressed his lips to her ear and hissed, "Don't fight me."
Lisa released a muffled scream and starting shaking in his grip. She was terrified.
"Ssh, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He eased her slender body down to the pavement, spinning her around to face him in the process. Her purse and shopping bags had fallen in the short struggle and were beyond her reach.
She tried to fight back, but he nicked her pale throat with the blade as a warning. He could not allow her to escape—not when he was so close. Too close…
"Don't scream." He removed his hand from her throat to caress her thigh.
A shiver traveled through her tense body at his touch and her expressive green eyes pleaded with him.
I'm willing to bet no one's touched like that since before your husband died, if they ever touched you like that...
"Relax, sweetheart. I won't hurt you."
He moved the knife lower, tracing designs on her skin before resting it above her breast.
She was wearing a light-weight blazer over a v-neck top paired with a loose-fitting skirt that allowed him easy access to her pale and perfect skin and other places. He used one hand to push her flowery skirt over her hips and to remove her panties.
"Please, don't do this," she begged. Fear had slipped into her voice and it quivered as did her body.
"Ssh," he urged. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Trust me, Lisa…I trust you…
He kissed her throat, the knife never far away from her smooth skin. She shook in trepidation, tears falling from her eyes.
"Please, don't…" she whispered as he unzipped his pants, his intentions horrifically clear to her.
"Ssh, sweetheart. Don't cry. I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you." He kissed her softly, yet forcefully on the mouth, while his hands roamed her body and he lowered him on top of her.
Lisa let out a harsh cry when he entered her. Jackson hastily covered her mouth to silence her.
Soft whimpers of protest escaped her lips as she writhed underneath him, desperate to escape.
Coldly, cruelly, he dragged the blade across her breast and tore the soft flesh, causing her to scream.
"Ssh, my love. I'd hate to be interrupted."
Lisa lay there stunned and in shock after he finished and sat up. She looked at him with glazed eyes; numb to her surroundings. She was unable to comprehend what she had suffered.
"No," she protested when his thumb brushed her face. It was an automatic defensive reaction, but his blood boiled all the same.
Screwing his face up angrily, Jackson seized her head roughly and slammed it against the cement. As blood poured from her head wound, he re-covered her body by straightening her clothes. He replaced her panties and pulled down her skirt, and even buttoned her blazer to cover the blood on her chest.
No one may see her like that except me. She's mine.
Once satisfied, Jackson disappeared into the stores, eager to finish up his errands and return home. It would be interesting to see Lisa's reaction to their encounter…
I told you, you were mine. Did you think I was lying, Leese? I never lie—especially not to you…
Author's Notes:
Jackson is one sick, disturbing bastard. Lisa's reaction will be in the next chapter after it sinks in. Getting knocked out again is going to help her temporarily forget what occurred, especially since Jackson cleaned up after himself fairly well. Of course, Jackson will have a twisted version of the events in his head, as he often tends to. Thanks for reading/reviewing and for putting up with Jackson's crazy thoughts and actions.