Chapter Two-Hundred and Eighty-Three

Jessica pressed impossibly close to John's body, tracing her long fingernails over his jaw. "You know you've always wanted me." She bent her head to his collarbones, running her tongue along the sharp ridges of bone and down his ribs until she was so close to his member that he was practically in her mouth.

"Medusa. Get. Off. Of. Me." He willed himself to stay limp, nearly biting through his tongue as her lips teased him. "I don't want this!" He pulled at the cuffs around his wrists, groaning as the thin metal cut into his wrists. "Get off!"

Jessica gave a cat-like grin, running her soft hands along the inside of his thighs and gently kissing just below his family jewels. "Oh, Johnny, you know you like it."

He pulled harder at the cuffs, gasping as the blood made his hands slick enough to slip through the bracelets. "GET OFF ME BITCH!" He screamed, getting to his feet and bolting to his cell. He slammed the door behind him, taking comfort in the bars between he and Jessica's touch. "Stay away."

She huffed, pulling on the black AC/DC t-shirt she'd stolen from John's hamper when she'd placed the bugs in his room. "Fine. But this is your last chance, after this, I won't stop Uncle Leon from doing anything to you."

"Good." John snapped, wrapping a stained sheet around his hips to hide himself from her prying eyes. "I'd rather be whipped like a common thug and lose my voice, than sleep with you knowing that I'm cheating on Claire."

Jessica huffed, throwing a pad of paper and a pen at him. "Enjoy your next writing." She scoffed, turning her back on him.

Claire bounced Violet on her hip, humming one of John's songs to her as she watched the waves crash on the beach. "Someday, somehow, we're gonna make it alright, but not right now…"

Jade gave a small smile as Claire rocked her child, happy that her children shared a tiny trait of John's. Sure, their eyes didn't change as much as John's did with emotion, but they had small ways of changing. "I miss him." She whispered, leaning on Dominic's shoulder.

"If Leon lays a hand on him, I'll be sure to make him pay." He kissed her head, rubbing her arm as she nestled into his side. "But I'll stay out of prison for you and the kids."

Maddy picked up some antibiotic cream from the first aid kit and a roll of gauze to bandage John's wrists. "Do you want me to wrap your hands for the fight?" She asked, hating that Leon wouldn't let John eat or drink and still sent him into the rings. "Give you extra stability."

John nodded, hissing when she rubbed the cream into his wounds. "Please." He hated it here, hated that Leon kept postponing the court date, that he was being forced to fight like he had in Mexico, that he was constantly being advanced on by either Medusa or Mathew in the next cell. He hated it all. Everything about this place was a living hell. "Thank you…" He whispered, letting her help him dress himself in the orange jumpsuit that was prison issue here. "Is… is it possible that you could help me get some food? I'm losing strength, and I need the strength to fight."

She bit her lip, pulling a protean bar from her pocket and giving it to him. "It's not much, but it'll help you a little."

He stuffed the bar into his mouth, barely tasting it as he wolfed it down. "Thank you." He sighed, collapsing into the nasty, blood stained pillows on his cot to get a small rest before the fights. "So much…"