Chapter Six

"You…but…jail…," she couldn't form a sentence. It was all too surreal. He was in jail, wasn't he? …But not.

He chuckled, taking in the sight that was Lisa Reisert. He had never seen her so flustered, not even that night on the plane. It was true what he said, he wasn't expecting her so soon. So, figuring he still had time he decided to take a quick shower before she arrived. He had just shut the water off when she walked in. Quickly donning a pair of pants, he quietly opened the bathroom door and had been greeted with the sight of Lisa, kneeling on the floor in front of the supposedly-broken air conditioner. The thought that she should be kneeling in front of him quickly crossed his mind, but he pushed it away, wanting to deal with it another time.

Jackson carefully stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of the door, her only means of escape. He wasn't going to let her get away. He would not be stopped.

"Cat got your tongue?" his voice was low and deep, a smile spread across his face. This was too much fun for him. He stalked towards her, slow and graceful, muscles rippling as he went. She backed up, matching him step for step, frantically looking for a way out, but he was careful to keep the door directly behind him. Finally, she was backed up again the air conditioner, her eyes fearfully trained on him. Jackson kept walking, even after she stopped, coming toe-to-toe with the shaking brunette.

"What, Leese, not happy to see me?" He didn't expect her to answer, and was, in fact, expecting that intake of breath, one heralding a scream. Quick as lightning, his right hand was over her mouth blocking her from making any sounds, and his left went to rest between her shoulder blades. "Is that any way to treat an old friend?" It should be illegal, how much fun he was having with this, and granted, it probably was.

She started shaking her head trying to dislodge his hand, but his grip was iron, it wasn't going anywhere.

He tsked, moving his head down to her ear, his breath tickling her neck. He smiled wickedly, "You're not going anywhere. You're mine now, Leese. What, did you think I was lying when I told you that I would steal you? You should know I don't lie." His grip on her face tightened, "Did you think a little bodily harm was going to stop me?" He was hissing now, nearly spitting with anger at the remembrance of what she had done to him, "No, it only makes me want to hurt you more, Leese."

Her eyes widened, struggling in earnest now, trying to kick out with her legs, but he just moved closer, legs trapped between his own, bending her backwards onto the cold surface of the air conditioner.

Jackson moved his face directly in front of hers. "Don't fight me," he bit the words out. Tears were starting to drip onto his hand, but it only excited him more. He had the urge to lick away them, but refrained. Plenty of time for that later. But now, he needed to get them out of there to somewhere she would be completely helpless. He was taking no chances that she would be found in her own hotel, no matter how much he liked the irony of her being held captive in her own place of work.

"Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, and personally, I'd prefer the hard way. But," he shrugged his bare shoulders, "I'm going to give you the choice." He straightened up, bringing her with him, hands still firmly attached to her body. "I'm going to let you go, and you're going to stand there, without speaking, like a good girl."

Slowly, he removed his hand from her back, caressing her shoulders as he did so. Then, he withdrew the hand from her mouth, and when she didn't make a move to scream, he stepped back. Barely repressing a smirk, he turned his back on her, fully aware of what she would try and do.

And she didn't disappoint.

The second his back was fully towards her, and his attention, seemingly, elsewhere she lunged forward, pushing him away and sprinting towards the door. Smiling like the predator he was, he waited until the last second before going for her. Giving her the impression that she had freed herself, but the second before she touched the doorknob, he was on her. Using more force than necessary, he slammed her into the door, face first. She put her hands to the wood, trying to push back. He gave her a little room, then his arms were around her; right one around her neck and his left around her stomach, securing her arms to the side.

She screamed, though, not nearly as loud as she would have liked. "Let go!" In response he just tightened the arm around her neck, telling her without words that he could choke her in a second. She quieted, but continued to try and free her arms, to which he only laughed. A deep, masculine laugh, full of triumph.

He pulled her backwards, towards the dresser, taking the arm from around her neck; he opened the top drawer and, without taking his eyes off his captive, rummaged around until his hand found what it was looking for. Bringing his hand back to his side, he said, "If you had just followed directions, I wouldn't have to do this."

She stilled for a second, like he knew she would. "Do what?" Her voice was filled with fear, and as much as he knew she tried to sound brave, it came out shaky and unsure.

He smiled, though he knew she couldn't see it. He popped that cap on the item in his hand, loud enough for her to hear.

"What," her voice was louder, infused with some sense of control, "a pen? How original." She had fight left in her, which would make it that much more fun to break her.

He laughed deep in his throat, "No, don't worry, I'm not stealing your idea. This, however, is much more effective."

Feeling her body tense up, he brought the needle up to her neck, careful not to let her see. He lifted the bottom of her shirt just the tiniest bit, making it seem like that was the spot he was going for. And, once her attention was focused there, he jabbed the needle into her neck, causing more pain than he had to, and injected the substance with in. As brutally as he inserted it, he ripped it from her fragile skin, waiting for it to take effect.

Feeling her body loosen, he brought her over to the bed and threw her down and flipping her over so that she faced the ceiling. He could see her eyes glazing over as she fought to stay conscious. He wanted to be sure that the last thing she saw before she succumbed to the unconscious was his face peering down at her. His blue eyes glaring into her own. He wanted her to be afraid, wanted her to taste her own fear.

And as her eyes closed, he knew that she did.

Sorry that took me so long to post, I'm just a wee bit sick. I hope you like this chappie. As I was writing Jackson's character got a little bit darker than I originally intended, but -shrugs- it works for me, and I hope it work for you too. Please please please review! It would make this sick lil author so happy. :o)

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