Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye.

I lay in bed and waited for Jackson to get out of the shower and come to bed with me. I longed for his strong arms to hold me to him through the night. I knew that this was more a precaution, making sure I wouldn't escape, than an actual romantic gesture. But Jackson wasn't exactly a romantic, mostly a sadist dedicated fiercely to his job.

He had kept me here after he assassination of my father. It was a mere few months before they had found out just how much I knew. Jackson's job was to get rid of me, but not kill me. Apparently, I could be useful in the future. And as I was being dragged me, Jackson explained to me his hate for women that degraded themselves to something as low as selling their bodies for money. He decided that if I was such a whore, maybe he could put my body to better use. His personal use.

I heard the shower water turn off and the shower curtain being shoved aside. My eyes were glued to the door as I waited for him to come out. He did, dressed only in long, plaid pajama pants. His torso was sculpted, he was muscled from his regular workout. And I loved it. It made him so sexy, in my mind at least. But then again, maybe it's because he's the only person I've talked to, hell, even looke at in forever. I'm so far gone, too far gone.

Jackson noticed my staring and smirked. "Can't get enough of me?"

I gulped and looked away, keeping silent.

"I'm not going to hurt you... You can talk to me, you know. It's late and I'm not going to chain you up or anything." Jackson said, looking at me.

We both knew I couldn't talk to him. We both knew it was an act. If I said anything, he would use that against me later, emotionally. So I kept silent, rolling over in the bed, facing away from him. He walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. I felt Jackson's hands around my waist as he turned me around to face him. I was crushed against his chest, my face pressed against his defined muscles and I sighed.

My eyes were growing droopy and I felt my body shut down. Jackson's breathing slowed down as he drifted to sleep, too. My head rested against Jackson's chest as I was taken by unconsciousness. It was the best time of the day every day. It was the time where I could forget the situation I was in and go back to the way things were before the whole fiasco started. I could forget about Jackson, I could forget about being a prostitute, I could even forget about my fathers.

Dreams had never felt so real, yet so far out of my reach. And the worst part was waking up in the morning and wanting only just to go back to sleep again, to forget. It was almost like being drunk, losing yourself into ignorant bliss. It was the best feeling to cope with my growing interest with my sadistic kidnapper.

I drifted to sleep to the sounds of Jackson's snoring, his chest rising and falling, as I tentatively wrapped my hand around his own.

A/N: Not very exciting. Will get better though. Soon, I hope. :)

Until next time!

-Harley