"Even if I did run a drug den, I wouldn't let you join up. You'd just use up all the product, and then what would I sell? Besides, you're a mess when you're high." Jack let his head loll against the glass. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Jack would happily let him out if he could trust him not to run or hurt someone. Still... he was injured. How far could he run like that?

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. If you go back to jail, I guarantee it'll be worse than this, but with more beatings and sexual assault. You've got nice lips. I imagine they could be put to good use." Jack knew from experience just how good that mouth could be. Still, it wasn't something he wished on anyone. "Someone like you should be locked up for a long, long time."