Chapter 4

The car began to merge off the highway. Lisa could see a neon sign in the distance. She could faintly make out what the sign said. As they continued to drive down the road, horror and complete terror struck Lisa to the core. The sign was for a motel.

He was crazy if he thought for one second that I would willingly stay in a hotel room with him. She turned to Jackson and was about to open her mouth when he beat her to it. "Lisa, I don't want to hear it." He said in a calm yet seriously threatening manner.

But she continues to persist. "But Jackson, . . . " "But nothing, I don't want to hear you say another a word you understand?" Jackson interjected, this time he glanced at her with his icy cold eyes, like how they looked when he was watching her make the phone call.

Lisa didn't know what to do. She honestly wished that she could jump out of the car and run away from it all. Run away from him and all the terrible things he brought into her life. But she knew it wasn't possible. None of it was. If Jackson truly wanted to 'steal' her, then there was nothing she could do about it. Jackson always got what he wanted and unfortunately for her it was she that he wanted.

Lisa was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Jackson turning into the motel parking lot until the speed bump jostled her from her thoughts. Jackson pulled the car into a spot and placed the car in park and slowly removed the key from the ignition.

He then unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face Lisa. She was trying her hardest to be as far away from Jackson as she could in the confined space. She actually believed she would have preferred sitting in the backseat because it meant she was further away from him.

Jackson took in a deep breath as if what he was about to say was taking a toll on his conscience-like he had one. "Lisa, I know that this is not something that you want to do-let alone with me- but you don't have any say in the matter. To ease some of your pain however, I have reserved a room with two beds. So any fears you have about having to sleep in the same bed as me can be pushed out of your head. Okay?"

Lisa did not respond what was she supposed to say, thank you for being such a generous and great kidnapper?

When Lisa didn't respond, Jackson continued on. "Now, I have to go in and pick up the key to our room, and as much as I'd love to trust you to stay here and not run away, I don't think you've earned that much freedom yet. And I don't trust you enough to take to you into the lobby cause god knows what kind of a show you'd put on in there. So that really only leaves me one option." With that, he reaches into the backseat and grabs a pair of handcuffs.

He turns back around to Lisa, handcuffs dangling in his hand. "Jackson, please don't." "I'm sorry Lisa but there's no other choice for me to make. I know for a fact that the second I'm out of your line of sight you'll jump out of this car and go running off looking for someone to help you. Then when I come back to find you gone, I'll have to take off after you- which I really don't feel like doing because I'm exhausted from driving all day- but don't get me wrong I would still hunt you down and drag you back here by your hair without a problem. And all of that nonsense would have accomplished nothing except pissing me off, which in turn would lead to causing you pain. You see how this all works Lisa? You behave and do as your told and don't piss me off then no harm will come to you."

Lisa can't believe what he just said and how he said it all matter-of –factly, as if this is a speech he has memorized. "Would you like to make your case against me?" He asks smugly knowing that he had already won.

"No," was all she responded. She had no counterargument to make against him. He had pretty much hit the nail on the head because no matter how much she promised or pleaded with him to not cuff her and to trust that she wouldn't run, the fact is that she would still run in a heartbeat. And she also knew that no matter how far or fast she ran that Jackson would catch her and punish her for betraying and escaping him. And she knew he was right, that she would get nothing out of it but suffering from his abuse as punishment.

"Now, be a good girl." Jackson said as he cuffed one of Lisa' s hands. He then reached over her and put the cuff around the handle on the door before cuffing her other wrist to it. She put up little resistance to the whole act because there was really no point to it and honestly at this point she was too tired to fight anymore.

Once Jackson had finished his task he sat back in his seat and straightened his shirt and tie before looking back at his captive, with that same smile she had seen when they first met and had drinks at the bar. "I'll be back," he said stern and seriously, then more lightheartedly before closing his door, "don't go anywhere," he said with a chuckle. And with that he was gone and heading toward the motel's main office.

God what an arrogant asshole he was, I couldn't stand it. He was so smug about everything. He was one of those people that no matter what you were talking about he was always the expert on it and talked to everyone else like they were downright stupid or something. And what pissed her off most about him was the fact that he probably was an expert on everything, at least more of and expert than she was on it.

Lisa just sat there in the car waiting for Jackson to return. She had to keep looking over her shoulder to get a view of the main office, due to the way that her hands were cuffed to the door. I guess I should be thankful that he didn't cuff me in the back seat and stuff that gag in my mouth again . . . That's it she thought, he didn't gag me, I can try to get someone's attention.

Just then someone stepped out of the main office. Her first thought was oh great it's Jackson, well there goes that plan. But then as she continued to look at the figure walking toward the parking lot, she realized that the figure was much shorter than Jackson's height. When she came to the realization that it was someone other than Jackson, she sprung into action.

She knew that the door was locked and she couldn't reach the unlock button with her hands cuffed. However, if she slid the cuff all the way up to the front of the handle she could reach the window button.

As she began to make her way towards the button she prayed that one, she would be able to reach it, and two, that it was unlocked. Finally, she was just able to reach the button. When it clicked, Lisa had won a little victory because the window was in fact unlocked.

The window slowly opened, she stuck her head outside of it and wanted to scream like bloody murder for someone. But then she decided that if she screamed too loud that Jackson would hear her and come running out of the motel. Instead she waited until the man was just about to pass the car.

As the man passed the car, Lisa stuck her head out the window again. "Sir. Sir." She said only loud enough to reach him. He looked in her direction and then finally saw her head sticking out the window. "What the hell?" the man said. And began to continue walking.

"No. Please wait!" She said louder than before. The man stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at her. "Please. Please help me! You have to help me!" She was now getting worked up and was beginning to tear up.

"Listen lady, I don't know what you problem is but I don't want no part of it!" He said with an uninterested and irritated tone. "Please. You have to help me! I've been kidnapped! The guy in the lobby kidnapped me!" Lisa said trying to remain calm but was getting more emotional. "Wait what? You've been kidnapped?"

"Yes, please you have to help me! He has me handcuffed to the door, I can't get out! You have to get help! Call 911!" Just as Lisa was finishing her last statement, she saw the guy look past her towards the motel's front entrance. Lisa turned to see what he was looking at. She was hit with a wave of nausea as she saw Jackson walking towards the car.

Jackson's POV

As I walked out of the motel, I had a sense of pride in my step. Everything had gone incredibly smooth for me. I hadn't had to deal with too much trouble from Lisa. Much to my surprise she had been quite cooperative throughout this whole process. How wrong was I?

All these thoughts were put to an end when I saw a man standing in front of my car. Then I saw Lisa's head was out the window. I couldn't believe how stupid and foolish she was being! Then she turned around and our eyes made contact.

I saw the fear in her eyes the second she looked at me. I was sure my eyes were raging with fury. I broke eye contact and looked over to the man who was now staring at me. I had to think fast. I hadn't intended for things to get messy, but I also couldn't allow any loose ends to ruin my plans.

Lisa's POV

Shit! I thought as his steps became longer in his stride. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Run! Call the police! Quick get the hell out of here before he kills you!" She tried to yell anything to the man who simply stood there and stared blankly completely confused by the whole situation.

She looked back over in the direction Jackson was coming from and saw that he was practically at the car already. Shit. I'm so screwed she thought. To her surprise when Jackson approached the car he seemed quite calm and nowhere near as pissed off as she assumed he would be. He held up his hand to the guy and told him to wait a minute before he did anything. Jackson then opened the car and that's when she saw the fury in his eyes.

"God dammit it you stupid bitch!" I was shaking I was so terrified of what was to come my way. He reached towards me and I flinched away. But to my surprise he didn't reach for me he went for the glove compartment. He pulled out what appeared to be a normal wallet, closed the compartment, and glared back at me. "You better hope this works or else his death will be on your hands." Those were his final words as he stunned her into silence.

She watched as Jackson calmly walked over to the man. She couldn't hear what they were saying to one another, which made her more on edge. They shook hands and Jackson showed him something that was inside his wallet. Jackson spoke for a while and gestured towards her multiple times. The man never interrupted him. When Jackson was done speaking, the man said a few words smiled at him then glared in my direction.

Lisa watched in horror as they shook hands and parted ways. How could this happen? What could Jackson have said that convinced this man that it was completely fine and normal to have me handcuffed in his car?

Jackson opened up his door and entered the car. Lisa was too afraid to look at him, so she just kept her head down. There was a deafening silence in the car for what seemed like hours but in actuality it was only probably a minute tops.

Jackson sighed deeply, "And here I thought we had an understanding. " She was sure he was staring her down but she still refused to look at him. "What's the problem huh, Leese? Did you not understand my explanation before I left the car or are you simply seeking my attention?" Still Lisa kept her head down; she was beginning to cry and refused to let Jackson see her so broken.

Suddenly her head was grabbed and forced to look at him. "You look and me when I'm speaking to you and answer when I ask you a question!" He practically yelled in her face. Scared out of her mind Lisa shook her head yes. I don't really know what that was in reference to but at least she tried to acknowledge him.

Jackson began to wipe her tears away, using a gentle touch. "Oh Leese, what am I gonna do with you?" "I'm sorry." They weren't the first words that came to mind but somehow they were the ones that she heard herself saying. "That's really sweet Leese, but it's a little too late for your sorry to have any affect on me." He released his grip on her face. At his response, she decided maybe she shouldn't speak again.

"Now here's what we're going to do, and you better fuckin listen good because I'm too tired to deal with this bull shit anymore tonight." He paused slightly as if daring her to interject some snide remark, but she didn't. "Now you and I are going to go up to our room that I reserved for us and you will not fight me, you will not scream, or go running away or I swear to god I'll shoot you right then and there. Do you understand me?"

Lisa responds only by nodding her head, too afraid that the wrong words might come out of her mouth if she opened it. And those words would land her in even more deep shit with Jackson.