All I Ask of You

Chapter Twelve

"Don't feel like eating, Leese?" Lisa's head snapped up at the sound of Jackson's voice from across the kitchen. The two had sat down to dinner more then an hour ago and Jackson had been done eating for while now, as for Lisa though, she's seemed to have lost her appetite when she realized that she would be spending the night with her worst nightmare.

"I'm not very hungry," she mumbled as she pushed her plate away from her and grimaced in distaste when she looked down at her bare legs, Jackson had not given her anything to change in from the dress shirt he had put her in the night before. He had, however let her rebutton it after he gave her a run down of her boundaries.

The rules had been simply, but not to her liking. She was not allowed to be in a room alone without explicit permission, she was not allowed to take a shower unless the door was open and Jackson was near by, or he was in the bathroom with her. "These rules are for your own good, Lisa, we can't have you hurting yourself, now can we?"

"That's okay; we should probably get you cleaned up," Jackson began to make his way towards her and Lisa leaped from her seat, making a beeline out of the kitchen. Unfortunately, for her, Jackson was faster and before she could step from the kitchen and onto the soft carpet of the foyer, Jackson tackled her to the ground.

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Ian could hear what sounded like someone's skull colliding with concrete or tile and he concentrated on staying still from his position in Jackson's tin trashcan. It had been a trick Lisa and Ian had taught themselves when they wanted to sneak into each other's house. When their parents would put the trash out in the morning, one of them would climb under the trash and hide there until someone brought the trash can back in the house.

It had been easy to hide from Jackson beneath the trash, he was in a hurry to get back to Lisa and make sure that she had not made a break for it.

"Lisa, I thought we were going to behave." The smooth and masculine voice of none other then Jackson Rippner floated to his ears and he felt his blood boil.

"Like hell," the sickening sound of flesh being slapped filled the room and Ian bit his lip to keep from bursting from the trashcan at that moment.

"Leese, this whole rebellion thing you have going on, isn't as attractive as you might think."

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"Don't flatter yourself, Jack; you are the last person I would want to be attractive for," Lisa spat from her position beneath him. Jackson clicked his tongue and bent down to her level, his lips lightly brushed against the flesh of her cheek.

"You really need to start thinking before you mouth off, you never know who might get hurt." His lips started to move along her jaw and then back up to her lips.

"Keep you filthy hands off of her!" Jackson was suddenly thrown off her and she leaped to her feet, ready to greet whoever had saved her, but she stopped.

"Ian? Why do you have trash all over you?"

"Long story, Leese," Ian reached out and grabbed Lisa's forearm, pulling her towards him. "We need to get you out of here before the guy with the knife get's up," Lisa heard the faint sound of a gun being loaded and Ian suddenly stepped in front of her. "Forgive me, now he has a gun," he said over his shoulder.

"And you have my property," Jackson wheezed, a large bruise was forming on the side of his face where he had most likely hit his head after Ian kicked him away from Lisa. "I believe it would aid you to return her to me promptly."

"Lisa is not an object that can merely be owned," Ian spat in disgust. Jackson clicked his tongue again and took a step forward, the gun rising to now be level with his head.

"Lisa, come," Jackson patted his thigh and Lisa felt as if he was beckoning a dog. She moved closer to Ian so that her chest was shoved against his back; Ian reached behind him and patted Lisa's back trying to soothe her. Rippner glared at the two and patted his thigh harder this time, "Come or I will shoot him."

Lisa gasped but moved towards Jackson nonetheless; tears freely flowed down her cheek as she took the few staggering steps. When she was within his range, Jackson reached out and grabbed Lisa's arm, pulling her closer to him. This action was caught off guard and she stumbled, she almost fell to the ground but Jackson wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back up. Her hip shoved against him and she shivered against the cold as the shirt lifted to reveal more of her legs then she would have dared show to anyone.

"Leese, you're way to trusting." Jackson laughed and lightly squeezed the trigger, "Did you really think I would let him live?"

Ian eyes snapped to lock with Lisa as Jackson cocked the gun, "This isn't your fault."

"Now there is one thing we can both agree on, Rickler," he laughed again, Lisa could feel her body rack out in tremors as she heard the all to faint sound of a door clicking shut. "This is your fault, Rickler, you tried to steal my lovely Lisa from me; nothing get's in the way of what's mine."

"How can you say that? Can't you see she can't stand you?"

"I don't care, eventually she'll learn that I'm the only one that can make her happy." He shook his head, "She would have gotten tired of you, Rickler, but me… she'll learn to love me. Won't you sweet heart?" Jackson said softly as he looked down at the small woman, she whimpered and closed her eyes tightly.

"FBI FREEZE!"

All three of them looked up to see two men standing in the doorway with their guns drawn.

Ron the Janitor and Jacksons dog from the night before.

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With All Due Respect
-Nina Rippner-