"You know, for how strong this stuff is, I'm surprised I haven't accidentally killed someone with it yet," Jessica said to herself as she started to change out of her regular clothes. "Once I drank the whole bottle, and other than a wicked headache the next day, it didn't hurt me one bit. It's probably because cough syrup and morphine aren't really designed to kill."

Suddenly, when Jessica tried to step out of her dress, she tripped over the fabric and was sent tumbling to the floor, spilling the flask onto the floor. "Son of a bitch," she said to herself as she checked the flask, only to find it empty. "This stuff's a pain in the ass to make. Good thing it isn't expensive."

As Jessica put on her nightgown at sat back down, she remarked, "Perhaps I feel more...*comfortable* telling my problems to someone who won't remember them. Shame I didn't think of it with my therapist." After a moment, she took a look at Constantine's face and said, "I think I should be OK to take the cuffs off. You aren't going anywhere under your own power, you're so hopped up on it." Producing a rusted key, she removed the handcuffs and put them on the nightstand as she whispered, "That's it, just relax. I don't want to hurt you; all I want to do is touch you."

Jessica then began to slowly run her hands down Constantine's body, exploring every little nook and cranny of him. This made Constantine feel like a dead body in an autopsy, but by now, he had neither the strength nor the willpower to resist. All he could do was watch in abject horror as Jessica, more or less, had her way with him. She seemed to be a reasonably nice, if downright insane, person, so Constantine decided to take her at her word that she wouldn't hurt him. He just prayed that she wasn't lying.

"The human body is such a fascinating creature, isn't it?" Jessica asked as she observed Constantine's hands more closely. As she quietly kissed each of his fingers, she added, "All this complexity, from only a single cell. I wish you were able to give a response; I'm sure you have wonderful things to say, don't you?"

Jessica suddenly dropped Constantine's hand, climbing on top of him and putting her face uncomfortably close to his. "I know you won't remember me saying this, but I love you," she said as she forced his mouth open and began to swirl her tongue around the inside of his mouth. The unexpected kiss briefly excited Constantine, but he noticed that there was a lack of passion in the kiss; it seemed almost clinical in how it was accomplished. "As strong as this stuff is, I've never been able to stop someone from breaking free from its spell if they truly don't want this. And I let them, because that's the deal I made with myself. But you, you're laying there, admittedly terrified. But you haven't put up a fight. No matter what you say, I can tell that on some level, you want this."