For once, for one brief, sublime portion of the night, Lisa was enjoying peaceful REM sleep. All too suddenly, however, she felt her stomach lurch. Something beside her moved and she sat up, nausea and dizziness coming over her in one swift wave as she reached out to find out what was in her bed, fingertips striking skin. Her breath hitched into what was almost a scream and her eyes began to adjust to the faint light of the early morning and the scream again almost made its way out. Her hand jerked back and the sick feeling came over her again, this time accompanied by a sharp pain in her head - a migraine? With an onset that quick...
Despite the screaming pain in her head and the distinct sick feeling - which she attributed to the person in front of her and oh god this was not her room. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it close, throwing herself in the direction opposite him, nearly stumbling from the bed and barely catching herself on her feet, still holding the blanket in front of her. For some reason, she couldn't imagine
( ... )
The farther she moved the worst the feeling got, enough to make him grimace more in surprise at what the hell was wrong than the actual discomfort. Jackson had a high pain tolerance- he did not have a great deal of patience when the order o his life was thrown of balance.
Kidnap? His head felt heavy. No, he hadn't had he? Was she trying to manipulate him? "How did you get here?" He found himself asking in a deathly calm just short of a hiss, standing himself and trying to sort out what was wrong with his body. It wasn't just pain, it was discomfort, not symptomatic of anything he could place. The after effects of some drug? No, he had been fine before- maybe sitting up- maybe Lisa-
"What did you give me?" He asked, this time not bothering to hide his anger as he walked along the side of the bed towards her.
When he came toward her, when he began interrogating her, at first all she felt was rage. Was this his idea of a mind game? Was this what it had come down to? So much for the logic he had been toting so proudly once - where had she gotten drugs to give him, and to what end? Her second instinct was to back into the wall, away from him. The fury in his expression was apparent and it was worse than she'd ever seen.
"I didn't give you anything, what are you playing at? Why did you bring me here? I want to go home!" She clutched a hand over her mouth, knees shaking and buckling together, barely supporting her as she leaned back against the wall. "I feel sick," the comment was quieter than her previous assertion, but she regained her voice soon, hand dropping away as she accused. "What are you planning? Please. Whatever you brought me here for, just let me go
( ... )
"You know Lis'-" Jackson didn't pause as she spoke, didn't take time to consider her response. Whatever she was pulling he knew he hadn't brought her here, and if she wanted to play mind games then she would learn just what happened when you lost. "-I'm getting really sick and tired of the constant lying. I think you need to lear-"
He had his hand at her throat in a matter of seconds and suddenly all the discomfort, the pain in his head and gut, was gone. He stared at her a moment, letting go only for the feeling to return, slowly worsening as the seconds ticked past. He touched her arm testingly then turned away, silent for a moment before something of a laugh, bitter and still laced with rage, escaped his lips.
"Well now, isn't that something." He muttered, willing himself to ignore the sickening feeling even as it began to grate at his control.
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Despite the screaming pain in her head and the distinct sick feeling - which she attributed to the person in front of her and oh god this was not her room. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it close, throwing herself in the direction opposite him, nearly stumbling from the bed and barely catching herself on her feet, still holding the blanket in front of her. For some reason, she couldn't imagine ( ... )
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Kidnap? His head felt heavy. No, he hadn't had he? Was she trying to manipulate him? "How did you get here?" He found himself asking in a deathly calm just short of a hiss, standing himself and trying to sort out what was wrong with his body. It wasn't just pain, it was discomfort, not symptomatic of anything he could place. The after effects of some drug? No, he had been fine before- maybe sitting up- maybe Lisa-
"What did you give me?" He asked, this time not bothering to hide his anger as he walked along the side of the bed towards her.
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"I didn't give you anything, what are you playing at? Why did you bring me here? I want to go home!" She clutched a hand over her mouth, knees shaking and buckling together, barely supporting her as she leaned back against the wall. "I feel sick," the comment was quieter than her previous assertion, but she regained her voice soon, hand dropping away as she accused. "What are you planning? Please. Whatever you brought me here for, just let me go ( ... )
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He had his hand at her throat in a matter of seconds and suddenly all the discomfort, the pain in his head and gut, was gone. He stared at her a moment, letting go only for the feeling to return, slowly worsening as the seconds ticked past. He touched her arm testingly then turned away, silent for a moment before something of a laugh, bitter and still laced with rage, escaped his lips.
"Well now, isn't that something." He muttered, willing himself to ignore the sickening feeling even as it began to grate at his control.
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