Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-Four
John watched as Prick Dick was sworn in, remembering how his piercing had irritated the sensitive skin of his rectum when he'd drilled into him.
Thomas looked the man over, before beginning his questions. "Mr. Porter, is it true, that you have a fiancée?"
Prick Dick nodded, smiling at a young, pregnant woman in the back of the court room. "Yes, Sir. She's carrying my son as we speak."
John growled, remembering what he'd spoken to him. "'You're my fucking cum whore. If I could fuck you in the ass every day, I would.'" He quoted, feeling vomit rise in his throat at the words. "That's what you said to me. Is that what you say to her?" He asked, ignoring how Thomas motioned for him to sit down. "Do you slap her ass so hard that your handprint is swollen in her skin? Do you make her take your dick down her throat, so that Prince Albert you've got in your penis scrapes her throat so raw that she can hardly talk?"
Thomas looked at John, remembering how hoarse his voice had been for the first few days after they'd found him. "Johnathan. Sit down."
"No." He stepped toward the man who'd forced himself on him. "Do you tie her to the bed, the ropes so tight on her wrists and ankles that they burn and rub the skin raw?"
Thomas laid a gentle hand on John's shoulder jumping back as the kid took a wild swing. "John-"
"Do you force drugs into her, just so that she will let you do those disgusting things to her? Do you feel any remorse for what you did?"
Prick Dick's brow furrowed, noticing something about this kid that was oddly familiar. "Bender… You're one of the Bender Twin's little fucks!" He remembered losing his virginity to them as a young teen, his initiation into the gang.
John raised a hand as if to hit the man, stopping as the image of his father using the same motion flashed in his mind. "No!" He screamed, stumbling backwards as the memory took over. "Dad!"
Prick Dick watched as the kid fell to the floor, listening to the screams as he thrashed away from imagined pain. "Kid's insane."
Clarissa rushed to John's side, knowing to keep a safe distance incase the memory made him become violent. "John, John, stop. It's me Clarissa, you're safe." She reached out to touch his shoulder, yelping in shock and pain when he struck her cheek. "Johnny, please. Stop this. You're safe."
Kemp watched in both horror and joy as John was gripped by what seemed to be a demon inside of him. "You see? He's possessed!"
The Judge shook her head, slamming her gavel on the stand. "Everyone leave the room." She ordered, knowing that now she would have the chance to watch the tape that Thomas had given her in a private room. "Let him calm down."