Chapter 319: 319. Damned Whore.

Jessie had no energy to scream, she didn't even feel like she had limbs anymore. She began to see things, like yellow pigs. She wasn't sure if there real or not.

Ofcourse there aren't. Damn I'm high.

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again struggling to keep them clear but now there were flying colours. Come on! This was just not fair how was she supposed to struggle like this.

It felt like hell when she was tossed onto the bed. All that flying made her terribly nauseous.

"There just like that, lie perfectly still so I can ravish you as I always dreamed of." The voice of her most recent captor entered her ears but she wasn't sure she was listening. 

She was seeing his smooth deep voice, lifting her hands she touched it! She touched his voice, what was this feeling? Shs felt like she had super powers. She could touch voices!

She began to feel something crawling up her legs, bugs?

Jerking her legs up very quickly she heard someone curse. Looking up she saw a man clutching the side of his head and curse. 

"Damn you Jessie!" He cursed. And her head fell back unto the bed.

"Bugs!" She slurred, "don't touch me." 

"Bugs?" He scoffed. "You're really high aren't you."

"High..." she giggled. "Ooh look! It's the piggy." She gasped suddenly. "There! There are two! Oh high piggy." She giggled. 

"This won't work." He muttered. Walking out of the room. She tried to get off but the only thing she could do was fall flat on the ground. 

George was more than annoyed. Everything and everyone seemed to want to annoy the hell out of him. Nothing going according to plan. For one, why the hell did Jason show up at this fundraiser? Jessie didn't pay attention to anything else but that useless bastard. It was always him! 

And now he had another body to explain. What kind of bloody bodyguard attacked the person he was supposed to keep an eye on? How dare he touch what belonged to him? 

He walked out of his office with a filled syringe and began to head back to his bedroom. He didn't expect her to react so quickly and this effectively to the drug he fed her. Well he could be grateful to Jason for that as well. She emptied the contents of that cup. What use was a woman who was unaware and unresponsive. If he was going to have her he would make sure she was screaming beneath him, struggling but not too strongly. Hence the reason for the drug. 

But what he did not expect as he walked through the door was an attack. Jessie's plan was full proof, well aganist any regular person but not a Lee that had been thought combat from the moment be learned to walk. Plus she was pretty wobbly, the effects of the drug still had a hold on her. 

"You can stand?" He asked incredulously and she couldn't tell if he said that with pleasure in his tone or honest shock. But then again, nothing was honest about the Lee's. 

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"You sick bastard, I always knew you were scum but this? I can't believe you would actually drug me in order to rape me." Jessie spat out viciously. "What should I even have expected when you had the guts to look me in the eye and tell me I had no right to be ashamed, no need to cower or fear because I did nothing wrong. When you are the very reason I am cowering and hiding, when you are the very reason I am ashamed!" She yelled.

And George stood back looking at her from below his nose. He scoffed, "really? You don't believe that the man that owns the largest trafficking ring in the entire continent wouldn't resort to raping? Or you thought I wouldn't resort to raping you." He asked.

"You're sick!" She spat.

"Oh please don't give me that Jessie. You think you are such a victim, such a good person yet you are only looking for that auction house to save your skin. And did you think you were so special, I wouldn't rape you?" He spat back.

Jessie glared at him.

"Tell me this Jessie, if you were still the famous and revered actress you heard off would you care about an auction house if you heard of it?"

"What the hell are you trying to do? Make me feel bad about myself?" She asked.

"No." He shook his head. "I'm just saying it as it is. You only care about yourself."

"And what is wrong with that? Do you have a single idea what I've been through?" She asked. 

"What? A few eggs and some meaningless insults. Does that make you the biggest victim in the world? Come on now princess, I'm sure you feel no one can ever compare to how much you've had to go through. But there are women in that auction house who are raped over and over and over until they die, or kill themselves. They have to kneel and grovel to pot bellied, disgusting men that use their bodies as trash for their disgusting releases. But you don't even want to stop that, you just want to prove that the auction house exists, to safe you reputation. To save yourself."

"Shut up! You know nothing about me, so stop acting like you do!" She yelled as his words tore into her conscience. 

"But today I'm going to make sure you experience what an average woman has to go through. You going to feel every bit if worthless and dirty by the time I am done with you." He stated firmly. 

"Like hell you would, I would rather die before I let you touch me." She spat.

"You wound me, how partial you are. Jason supposedly broke you heart but you didn't care about that while you rode his finger like a damned whore." He spat viciously and Jessie eyes widened. 

He saw that? Was that anger she sensed? He was jealous. "You're jealous."

"Of course I'm jealous, he touched what belonged to me and you let him." He growled. 

Jessie shook her head. "I don't belong to you." 

"We'll see about that."

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