N.B.

A huge thank you to those who have commented and encouraged me to continue this story. I was going to keep it as a one shot but you've motivated me in to expanding it ! This chapter isn't perfect or long, but I'll edit it when I have time. I have a few possible routes that I want to go with this story but let's see what happens. All feedback is welcome :)

A hand wraps around her throat. It tightens. She gasps for air starting to feel dizzy. He smirks at her coldly those piercing azure eyes staring straight through her, enjoying her pain. She tries to scream but his hand is stopping her vocal cords from working and nothing comes out. He laughs a maniacal laugh.

Lisa woke up her heart pounding and tears in the corner of her eyes. Cold grey eyes met hers and she blinked furiously, trying to wake up from her nightmare.

"Oh Leese, This still isn't a nightmare, I promised you I'd steal you and I always keep my promises," Jackson quipped, an amused smirk on his face. Lisa turned away clamping her eyes shut. She was on something soft, a bed perhaps but she didn't even know where or how she had go here. A searing pain shot across her forehead, she clasped her hand to her head. She began to have flashbacks of what had happened to her.

He marched towards her, a evil glint in his cold eyes, lifting her up against the wall once more quite gently and Resting his forehead on hers.
"Leese, I'm here to steal you!"

He stared in to her eyes for what felt like an eternity, Lisa meanwhile was frantically thinking of possible escape plans. She opted to go straight for the attack and kicked him in the groin. He bent over momentarily but recovered quickly enough to grab her before she even got to the door. She remembered him lifting his head back to head butt her and then darkness.

She then remembered jolting awake in some sort of vehicle as it travelled down a bumpy road, she felt nauseas, her eyes barely opening as she tried desperately to wake up properly but the pain in her head made it impossible and the last thing she recollected was Jackson whispering in her ear to go back to sleep and a prick in her arm.

The tears fell silently as she realised her predicament but she continued to turn away from Jackson, refusing to let him see her vulnerability. She felt his steady and intense gaze on her back but she didn't turn around, not only because of him but of fear any sudden movement's would cause her to pass out. This isn't happening she thought to herself over and over again. It's just a nightmare.

Eventually Lisa heard the sound of a chair being pushed back and the door shutting. She continued to face away, in case it was one of his ploys but after a while and once the grogginess began to fade her curiosity got the better of her, she opened her eyes and turned around. To her relief he wasn't there but relief soon turned to fear as she surveyed her surrounding's. She was in some kind of old office but it was far from the grandness of the psychologist's office. Concrete walls and floor surrounded her, apart from the chair and the bed she was on it was bare of any furniture, The only remnants that it had been an office was the built in safe and the long, rectangle window with frosted glass. The door was clearly a reinforced , heavy duty one and no doubt it was locked, she went to stand to check anyway but something cut into her foot, looking down she saw that she was shackled to the bed frame. She had lost it, she hadn't even realised she was trapped on the bed. She flopped back onto bed defeated, it felt like every bit of happiness she ever had was drained from her in that moment, leaving her cold and numb. She didn't understand why any of this was happening to her, not just now but everything, The rape, Jackson taking her hostage on the plane then trying to kill her in her dad's house and now this. It was Jackson that had told her 'Sometimes bad things happen to good people. ' and he was right.. she wasn't perfect but she was never malicious or callous to anyone. She just wanted to move on with her life , get further in her career, perhaps one day even get married and have children, live the so called 'quiet life'. She just wanted to be normal. However it seemed at every turning there was a new demon to stop her and Jackson was the biggest demon of them all. She hated this, hated feeling vulnerable and pathetic, yet again he had complete control of her but this time he had the upper hand. She had no idea where she was , she was tied down and trapped in a room. She sobbed in to the pillow.

The tears were soon replaced with pure rage as she began to smash her fist repeatedly against the concrete wall, blood poured from her knuckles but she continued, any sense she had left was replaced by pure and utter blind fury. She didn't even hear Jackson come in and even when he grabbed her from behind and tried to stop her she fought him every step of the way. Kicking and punching him, tearing her ankle to shreds. He eventually managed to subdue her by straddling her on the bed, producing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket he handcuffed her bloodied hands to the bed. He smirked over her and she retaliated by spitting his his face, her green eyes wild and bright. He quickly hid his distaste, getting of her meticulously and proceeded to sit on the chair. His twisted grin returning.

"So this must be the second state of grief, Rage , I find it quite endearing , I must say. That's what I like about you Leese , your spunk and determination. It's exactly why you're still her right now instead of at the bottom of a lake somewhere," He said almost patronisingly.
Lisa glared at him full of contempt, "FUCK YOU, JACK," She screeched at the top of her lungs. Kicking out her injured foot in a vain attempt at hurting him.

"Now Lisa, I know this is hard to get used to but I'm afraid if you continue these random outburst's I'm going to have to leave you alone to think about your behaviour," He cooed at her condescendingly.

" And I might even have to make it two days to really drive the point home," She crouched on the bed in a defensive position glaring at him, oblivious to the blood pouring out and the pain from her wounds. She was so fired up, she was sick of this... constant helplessness especially being helpless against him again. Jackson Rippner. She beat him once , why not again. He got up an amused grin still plastered on his face and left the room momentarily returning with bandages and saline. He approached cautiously much to Lisa's amusement.

He began cleaning the wound on her foot from the shackles, methodically. He didn't look at her nor her him. As soon as Lisa saw him put his guard down she kicked out, connecting with his jaw. He fell on his backside, stunned holding his jaw. As he got up Lisa recoiled in fear, His eyes grey and seething with anger, he jumped up and strode towards her fists clenched, Lisa balled herself up preparing herself for the onslaught. She felt her hand cuffs being released and then the sound of the door slamming, echoing in the empty room, chillingly. She still didn't dare to move, knowing she had crossed the line. Ten minutes later a flap on the bottom of the door opened and two plates covered in foil were passed through. Then there was silence.