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Jessie was forced into a cold cell. She hated that Giovanni, her former boss, had locked her up in here. She had been used and tormented since the time she was forced here. She huddled into the corner of the jail like cell and rocked back and forth to try and comfort herself. No one was here to comfort her. She had been alone. She hadn't spoken in months or was it years? She had lost track of time. She didn't cry anymore though. She cried the first few times Team Rocket grunts and agents raped her day and night, but now she just didn't care anymore.
She looked over and saw her porcelain fingers resting on the tops of her knees. Jessie stopped rocking back and forth. She leaned against the cement wall and looked up at the gray ceiling. She licked her dry lips and then pressed them together. She wished for her life back. But she only thought that of course.
Her clothes had become tattered rags. They barely covered up her chest anymore. She ran her hand through her hair. It stopped just above her shoulders. She remembered how they chopped her hair in an uneven fashion. She cried that night because her hair was everything to her. Well, what she had left anyway.
Jessie did try to break out of here before, but that was a mistake. She was completely unsuccessful and beaten to unconsciousness. She would never try that again for sure. She still could feel the scars on her back where they whipped her that night.
Jessie wondered what she looked like. She had no access to a mirror or anything to catch her reflection in. She didn't really want to see herself though. She had a feeling that she looked like a living hell. She knew she was always bruised and possibly scabbed. Her body was used every day by Giovanni and numerous other sick bastards in Team Rocket. She didn't know anyone that did the unimaginable to her.
She saw the cell door open and was taken roughly by the arm by one of the grunts. "You have another." She knew what that meant. It meant someone else wanted to have his way with her. She never made a sound when someone took her to the special "room" anymore. The guard forced her into the room with the bed and locked it. "He'll be here soon." He said before he locked the door.
Jessie sat on the bed and didn't run to the door and pound it anymore. She didn't scream. She just sat there. Sure, she was terrified but she never let it show anymore. Her head shot up once she heard the cell door open and lock. "The rumors are true…" The male with green hair said as he approached her. She slightly backed up a bit in fear. "It's you, Jessie."
He walked closer and put his hand out to touch her, but she backed away. "Don't you remember me? It's me, Butch." He said and sat down on the bed next to her. "Listen, I'm not going to do anything to you, okay?" She just stared at him with her blue eyes but she stopped backing up. Butch pulled her into a soft hug. She must have looked fragile to him. He broke the hug but kept an arm around her. "I know we were never on the best terms, but listen to me Jessie. I'm going to figure out a way to get you out, okay? But until then, is there anything I can do for you?" Jessie wanted to speak, to thank him in some way. Would he be successful in saving her? She didn't know. But with the little hope she had left, she would hope. He probably realized that she wouldn't speak in after about two minutes of silence. "How about this? I heard Meowth was stuck in a cage somewhere. I'll pull some strings and get him in that cell with you, okay? And after that, I'll go get help. I'll keep my word." He pulled her into another hug. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He said and stood up. He offered her a hand and she took it. He began to walk her back to her cell door. He walked slowly for her.
"I don't know where James is. I'm sorry. But luckily, he escaped but I don't know what happened to him. I'll try to find him for you." Butch said and then shut the door. For the first time in years, Jessie had a small smile on her face.