"Ooh, lucky seven. No jar for you.. That's okay." Jesse says before haphazardly dumping you on top of a sickly looking naked man in his cramped jar and closing the lid on you. The popstar then smiles at you, flashing his perfect white teeth, and winks, stepping out of the closet and shutting the door.
You sit, bewildered and awkward, your legs half wrapped around the limp occupant of your jar.
The only light you have are the thin streaks spilling in through the slits in the closet door, and now you turn to the other man, a good ten years your senior. "What is going on??" Under the sparse light coming in you notice that the naked man is nursing a bruised rib, a split lip and a black eye. "And what happened to you??" you ask, trying not to look downward, though the man makes no attempt to hide his nudity.
"I'm Jay" he says weakly, barely lifting his head. "And I won't be here much longer.. That kid's a monster.. You think you live in the greatest country in the world? You think your government loves you and looks out for you and it's all happy endings and fair's fair? Think again, kid."
The bitter man seems to be delirious, and you ask urgently: "But what happened to you??"
"Same thing that's gonna happen to you, my friend. Some big underground company's kidnapped us, turned us into Ken dolls, sold us to the rich and spoilt for big bucks so they can have their fun breakin' us down piece by piece.." This is too much to process, and you start to feel dizzy again. Jay continues, "Kid, whatever future you had, whatever dreams, aspirations, let 'em go. You're his now, and he's gonna milk you for all the entertainment you're worth. But promise me one thing - Don't let him crush your pride under his pompass, trendy-shoed little feet the way he did mine. I been spit on, pissed on, I've had my face rubbed in shit and I've been made eat piles of cum on my hands and knees like a dog, begging for more, and you know why? Because I was weak.. Don't you let him break you in that way - it aint worth it - you hear me, kid??" the worn-down man pleads with you.
Before you can answer, the door swings open. Jesse McCartney's tall, slightly lanky figure stands there against the light and he breaks a toothy grin. "You miss me?" he jokes, taunting his hapless playthings, then grabs hold of your jar and drags out..
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