With a little help from my friends *possible NSFW**Closed to Sara*

[jrey]

Jessie groaned, her instincts to reach for the lump on her head. Unfortunately the chains holding her upright made that impossible. She slowly opened her eyes, blurry vision slowly revealing what looked to be a prison cell. Her throat was bone dry, as she turned her head revealing some equipment Jessie was unfortunately too familiar with. Apparently they'd figured out that she wasn't a buyer, but an undercover cop. She lowered her head, awaiting her fate. This gang had already tortured and killed several cops, so her odds and fate weren't looking all that good. That didn't stop her from trying to glare at whoever it was coming into her cell.

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[the_white_canary]

A tall, lanky red headed guy with a scar running on his left cheek dressed in a leather sleeveless top, black jeans and boots entered her cell grinning. "Ah, the princess is awake at last. You know, you should consider yourself fortunate. We're not nearly so polite to cops. You should thank Jackson for that. He was hoping he'd get laid tonight - oh well..." he chuckled as he walked around her. "He asked me to spare you for him - but not for sex" he smirked.