Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-Two
John stepped up to the stand, going through the all too familiar routine of being sworn in. "I swear to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." He stated, taking a seat in the witness stand.
"Mr. Bender, is it true, that you did indeed give consent to the act of homosexual sexual relations?" Kemp paced before John, trying to ignore the glare the kid was giving him.
"This would be more than a yes or no question." John stated, letting Chance lay her upper body over his lap. "I only gave consent, because they threatened to rape my family if I didn't." He motioned to the leader, remembering how he'd had a Prince Albert piercing. "Prick Dick over there, found the photos in my wallet and told me he'd rape my little sister and every woman in the house if I didn't let them take me."
Kemp narrowed his gaze, noticing how John's fingers dug into his Pit Bull's hair. "So you would rather take a penis up your rectum, than let women be used for their intended purpose?"
John snarled, leaning forward slightly until Chance pushed him back into the chair. "Women are not sexual objects, Kemp." He nodded to the leggy blonde secretary at Kemps table. "I know that you see things differently, but I'm not like that."
Kemp's brows furrowed, remembering the last time he'd come across this kid in court. "Mr. Bender, this is not about my views on the act of sex." He cocked a brow at the kid. "If I remember correctly, the last time we met, you were a virgin. Correct?"
John nodded, shuddering at the memory of the gang cutting his clothes away and lubing him up to be ready for their lengths. "I'm still a virgin where it counts." He stated. "My dick wasn't in any kind of hole. So, therefor, I'm still a virgin in the front."
Kemp placed his reading glasses on, looking down at some records in John's file. "I see that you were recently released from the Huntington Highlands Rehabilitation Center, which you were admitted to for a Cocaine relapse." He looked up at John, sliding his glasses down on his nose. "Is that true?"
"Yes, Sir." John answered, flipping his hair back slightly. "I relapsed on a lot of shit. From Pot to Coke."
"And what made you decide to relapse?"
"I got into a disagreement with my girlfriend." John swallowed, trying to forget the fight. "I ran off, I was raped, and the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital with doctors running rape kits, and std tests on me."
Kemp raised his brows, this new information peaking his interests. "Do you have the paperwork from these tests?" He asked, looking back over his shoulder at the gang.
"Yes, Sir. My uncle is getting copies made as we speak." John made a face as Chance licked his chin, rubbing the slobber from his face. "We just need to wait for him to get here."