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Chapter 16 - Failure

 

In five weeks he'd managed to come up with seven sets of folders for her review. Actually, it was more like four weeks since he had left for six days about two weeks ago. Lisa sighed as she spied the eighth such set on the room's table as she sat up and pushed the covers back. She slipped out of her new bed and into her slippers. The sun was starting to slip above the horizon as evidenced by the golden glow seeping through her new window. Eyeing the damn folders out of the corner of her eye, she made her way into the bathroom to take care of her routine morning chores.

 

She hated those folders. She used to like the color red but now it did nothing to remind her of the sick game he'd set up. She was tired of it. She hated seeing the faces of the people his company was going to kill. She was tired of making the decisions. She was just plain tired. She turned on the shower faucet and then left it to warm up while she brushed her teeth.

 

After her shower, she came out of the bathroom fully dressed in a simply button down white top and long gray colored skirt and again eyed the red folders. She made her bed, finished the glass of water that she'd taken with her last night and walked over to only item in the room that wasn't a complete replacement. The overstuffed sofa chair sat right in front of the window that had once been her greatest hope for escape. Needless to say, the last time Jackson was gone, she didn't try the same thing again. She sat down and pulled the book up that she'd left splayed open on the arm of the chair and began reading. She actually read the books he gave her these days. Some of them weren't all that bad. They were all non fiction books that covered a wide variety of topics. He'd occasionally ask her about one or another.

 

She'd made the mistake of making a random comment once, meant to be a snide remark about him being a pseudo intellectual who kept a bunch of books around just to make himself feel smarter than he actually was. It had backfired miserably.

 

“What book are you reading now?” He'd asked after her little quip with a mild tone of annoyance. Lisa stumbled for a moment, not having expected a reaction from him. He often ignored her comments that were meant to try and offend him.

 

“Uh,” She looked at the cover, “It's called “The Clash of Civilizations”.”

 

“Oh, I kept that one? That had to be one of the worst theories on the current geo political climate I've read to date. If he'd ever even been to most of the countries he'd written about for any amount of time at all, he never would not have drawn the conclusion that he did.” Lisa just narrowed her eyes at the smug expression that spread across his face. “In fact, look at page 59 and then read 229 and you'll see that he doesn't even agree with his own theories or else he forgot what bullshit he'd written earlier.”

 

Lisa had refused to look up the pages he'd referred her to. Not right then at least. Instead she waited until that night when she was alone and sure enough, there was the glaring contradiction he'd mentioned. She really didn't think she could hate the murdering rapist anymore than she already did but he always managed to surprise her in new ways nearly everyday.

 

Lisa flipped through the photograph section in her new book on Florida's archeology until her hair was dry. She set the book down, eyed the folders once again on her way to the bathroom and put her hair up. She knew he liked it when she wore it down so she never did. After cleaning up the bathroom, she knew she couldn't keep procrastinating like she was so she finally went to the table with the folders and just stared at them with a furrowed brow. Several times she started to reach for them but stopped herself or maybe she just gave up. Either way, she didn't get down to the business of actually looking at them.

 

She heard his voice from the other room. “It's ready.”

 

She sighed and reached once again for the folders. If she didn't leave now, he'd just come and get her anyway. She picked them up and just as she was about to start flipping through them she stopped again. Enough was enough. With heavy steps and a throat that burned with self loathing and hard suppressed but still resisted tears, she tucked the folders under her arm and walked out of her room through the unlocked door.

 

 

Jackson didn't look directly at her when she left her room but smiled to himself when he caught the flash of red she was carrying in his peripheral vision. “So, who's the lucky guy today?” She didn't say a word in response but that wasn't unusual when it came to taunting her on this subject. He dished out the morning's meal as easily as he had the jibe as she made her way over. When he actually looked at her directly, he immediately noticed a difference in her countenance. She looked more upset than usual. He wondered what exactly had brought it on.

 

“No more.” She spat out as she unceremoniously dropped the folders next to his plate of food.

 

He looked at her curiously. “What exactly does that mean?” He asked guardedly with narrowing eyes. “You've decided you prefer movie nights to sleepovers?”

 

“I'm done looking at these things.” She stated but with less vehemence than her last statement.

 

“Ok.” Jackson covered his disappointment well. He disliked the backward step they'd just taken. He'd have to figure out the reason for the sudden changed of direction. Lately, she didn't cry when he took her. He really thought he was getting her trained to the routine but apparently he'd made a miscalculation somewhere. “Movie night it is.”

 

“No.” Her eyes were downcast but solidly fixed on the folders she'd just discarded on the bar.

 

He laughed but it didn't have any of his normal humor in it. The situation just wasn't allowing for it at the moment. “Really? Well that's not the way it works Leese.” His tone mocking, “You see, if you don't make the decisions, I do and my decisions are going to almost always result in snuff films created just for you.”

 

“No.” She said again. He was about to enlighten her some more on the course she'd chosen but she cut him off, a single tear running down her cheek. She really hated losing the battle with her eyes. It made her feel even more pathetic. “Make the decision you know I would have made.”

 

It actually took a second for Jackson to catch up with her line of thought but when he did, the realization was plastered all over his face. Even his posture changed when the light bulb finally shone brightly.

 

“Come here.” He said, his voice full of its aggravating mirth again. Lisa cringed.

 

“Why?”

 

“I need to make sure of something because you know what this implies, right?” Even though he couldn't see her hands, he could tell that they'd just rolled up into tight little fists by the way her muscles tensed up in her arms.

 

“Of course I do.” She hissed. “You don't have to test my honesty. I'll do it.” Jackson just smiled.

 

“Oh Lisa, it's not your truthfulness I'm questioning. I believe you mean it. It's the strength of your resolve that I'm worried about. Now come here.” Jackson watched as Lisa just seemed to shrink a couple of inches before she let out a half sigh, half moan. She finally made her move to join him on his side of the bar. Once there, Jackson took hold of her wrist and pulled her gently into him. “Look at me.” It was another command that took all of her strength to obey. Once her defeated eyes met his smug ones, he issued his worse command yet.

 

“Kiss me.”

 

Lisa let out a tiny moan of disgust and looked away from him, unable to hold the gaze. Her eyes didn't stray far though as his other hand pulled her chin back. “I didn't tell you to look away from me Lisa, I told you to kiss me. If you can't do it then we'll just have to continue with the folders routine.”

 

Here eyes sparkled with tears and she took another deep breath before giving up. With him looking right at her, she rocked up on her toes and quickly kissed his lips before immediately pulling way. He held her near him, ending her retreat.

 

“It's a start.” He said in a heavier voice before he crushed his lips against hers. He spun them around so that her body was now between his and the counter top. He deepened the kiss for a moment but then pulled away to kiss and lightly bite at her neck. She made little noises of protest but didn't try to get away or stop him. His hands traveled quickly down her body only to easily hoist her into sitting on the bar instead of standing in front of it.

 

Lisa was crying. He was right. All along, he was right. In the end, he would win and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She was just so tired of trying to fight it and in a perverse way; it felt good to have given up. In a manner of speaking, it was a release. “What about breakfast?” She asked, hoping to distract him but finding it difficult to really care at this point.

 

“Fuck breakfast.” He mumbled into her neck even as he ripped off her panties from under her skirt. It was only seconds later that she heard the tell tale sound of a belt buckle being undone. He probed her with fingers for a second before bringing his hand to his mouth and spitting on it.

 

“You're going to have to start learning how to get yourself wet in situations like this Lisa. Saliva's fine for now but it would be great to know that it was all you.” He pushed into her in one solid stroke. He covered her mouth with his and used it in a similar manner as below. It was such a frenzied affair on his part that he only removed the clothing that was essentially in the way.

 

After what could only be described by Jackson as the most satisfying sex he'd ever had, he buried his face in her neck and then bit it none too lightly when he came. He just stood here panting while still inside her for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of his success. She, on the other hand, just sat there and tried not to scream. When he was finally ready to leave her embrace, he reached for a couple of napkins and pressed them to where they were joined as he pulled out. He wanted to minimize their mess as he hadn't exactly chosen the most sanitary place in the world to do this. What could he say, he got a little carried away with the excitement of the moment.

 

He moved her hand to take over the napkin detail he'd begun. “Go freshen up while I reheat breakfast.”

 

She sat there for a moment longer after he left her before clumsily sliding off the counter. Then, with the humiliation of the situation pouring off of her in waves, she awkwardly walked back to her bathroom to do as he'd told her and to put on a new pair of underwear.

 

“Don't shower, you don't need it and besides, who knows what will happen after breakfast. We can't have you taking showers all of the time now can we?”

 

 

AN: I'm going to do something uncharacteristic and give you guys a slight insight into the future of the story. As I'm sure you've noticed, this has been a very one sided fic with Jackson pretty much winning all of the time. Just to alleviate some of your fears, this will not always be the case. While I'm not saying who actually wins in the end, Jackson or Lisa, I am saying that Jackson won't always be on top...wow, that pun really wasn't intended, I swear. Anyway, thanks again to all who read and kudos to everyone who's reviewed. It truly does mean a lot!