Jack In The Box

Chapter 16

When I woke up in the morning, there was another tray of food at the edge of the bed with a badly cooked omelet, hash browns, sliced kiwi and a glass of OJ.

Ritualistically, I brushed my teeth first, had a quick shower and pulled on a t-shirt from the wardrobe. I was actually starting to like Jackson’s choice of clothes that he’d bought for me.

I reached out for the tray of food before sniffing it. The omelette tasted alright, but a little on the saltier side. Jackson was a bad cook indeed.

When I was done eating, I climbed out of bed reluctantly and made my way out of the bedroom to find Jackson sprawled on the couch with a book in his hand.

I recalled all the events of the previous night and how I continued to accuse him even after he’d repeatedly told me he was innocent. I realized that lashing out on him wasn’t going to get me anywhere. If anything, I had to stay calm and find another way.

There was one thing that was clear, Jackson wouldn’t hurt. If he wanted too, he would have done that when he first brought me to this cabin. I would be in a chair, bound and tortured.

Like his other victims. A voice hissed in my head.

I brushed off that thought because my gut told me Jack was telling the truth. He hadn’t killed those people and I hoped like hell that I was right.

“Thank you for the breakfast.” I said, trying to appear a little cheerful.

“Glad you’re still alive after having it.” He grumbled.

Normally, Jackson would say something else along with the retort, but today he remained silent, almost detached.

“I want to say that I’m sorry for the things I said to you yesterday. I didn’t let you explain.”

“Damn right you didn’t.” He said in a monotone, sitting upright. “I want to know who killed those people as much as you do, Riley. You’ve got to believe me.”

I sat down on the couch beside him. “You’re saying you didn’t kill them?”

“Probably said it a million times since yesterday.”

“Jackson—”

“Call me Jack.” He insisted.

I gave a nod. “Jack, how about you pretend to be in my shoes for a minute? Imagine if you were kidnapped by a psychopath and you heard all the news about him on tv, all the atrocious crimes he committed, wouldn’t you be having doubts as well?”

He grinned. “I’d be thinking goddamn he’s hot and I’d want to bang that psychopath one of these nights.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re just feeding your own ego.”

Jackson chuckled. “You want me, Cotton-Candy, you just don’t want to admit.”

that until you convince yourself.” I

willingly, begging me to put my hands

possibly happen in

climbed to my feet and was headed towards the kitchen. My face resembled a beetroot, and I didn’t want Jackson to see

teased me, it gave me certain butterflies in my

looking for him, like his face wasn’t all over the fucking news. He

Jackson was on the couch playing PlayStation 4, some race car game that was boring the hell outta me. He was having a huge bowl of tortilla chips and a can of

cook something for lunch. “How about grilled chicken

the wife wants.” He

back to being a complete joker

at it, could you hand me a

two pairs of limbs. Last time I checked, I was just

a snigger in the

vegetables, facing the stove when I felt his body hovering behind mine and then I watched from the corner of my eye as he crossed me and pulled out a can

shadow. My heart turned to ice as

assume he wouldn’t hurt

Was my time up?

hurt me,

said in a soft husky

“Hmm?”

you mind very much if I

“No.”

his fingers run through my scalp and gather my hair in his fist as he tied it up

“Riley?” He started again.

“What?”

kissed that little black mole on

tension was too much and my

you

I closed my eyes, my hands were still shaking. The knife slid down and hit the floor. He spun me around slowly to face him,

lighter in the sunlight, almost like dark coffee. The last time that he’d kissed me it was in a public place, between

to his mouth and kissed. “I would never hurt you, Riley. You don’t need to be afraid of

anything about being afraid?” I

first and then deeper. I could taste the hint of tortilla chips and the smell of his intoxicating spicy cologne mixed with it.

his hands went down to my thighs as he picked me up and placed me on the counter top, bringing me a little closer to his imposing height. I moaned loud when his hands reached for the hem of my shirt and up to cup my breasts. And then suddenly there

reason why I was crying. He cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Riley. My hands just went inside your shirt on reflex. I won’t do

Jack. You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand.”

you, and yet here I’m

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