I bet that's your secret kink. Girls dressed up like kittens begging for some cream...
[The smile was still on her lips when it happened. When there was a sudden shifting. The building, the ground, the alley, it all changed. She looked up at him in surprise, eyes darting around to see who else might be around. Whose memories were they going to be caught up in?
Just them. Just the two of them, and that didn't exactly bode well.]
Shit.
[It took a second for her to place what she saw. She liked to tell herself that she'd made herself forget everything. That she'd put it behind her. That it wasn't even a memory. What was showing up around them proved that to be a lie.
It was a room. A nice, extravagant room. Only the best for Kilgrave, after all. She stood there, looking at a slightly younger version of herself, and she cringed. She was naked. Naked and standing there with a vacant look on her face, like some kind of android doll waiting for an order to leap into action to perform.
Kilgrave was there, lanky and mostly dressed. His shirt was open, belt undone, and he had that look in his eye. There was another girl in the room, and Jessica mentally used the word 'girl' on purpose. She couldn't have been older than seventeen. Seventeen and shoved to her knees, Kilgrave's mouth opening to tell the poor redhead that she wanted to undo his pants, she wanted to put him in her mouth. The vision of Jessica started to look away.
"No. You watch. You'll watch it and you'll stay right there."
So she did. She watched and she stayed, her hands curling into fists, nails digging into the flesh of her palm so that a trickle of blood dripped down onto the carpet.
Kilgrave liked to toy with her. It wasn't enough that he made her do what he did. He had to bring others into it. Had to make her do things. She never knew just what flavor of thing she was going to wind up doing until it left his mouth. "Don't you hate it, Jessica? You do, don't you. You hate seeing someone else touching me. She doesn't deserve me. Not like you do."
Jessica stood there, watching a look of pure hatred come over her face, a look she knew should be directed at the man with his dick in some teenage girl's face, but it was directed at the girl instead. "Make her stop, Jessica. Make her hurt."
Even though she knew it was futile by now, she stepped in, tried to block the vision of herself from marching over, but it was like she wasn't even there. The memory of her went over to the girl and dug her hands into that head of blazing hair. Blood mingled in with it; red on red, and she reached down to grab the girl's wrist. She barely squeezed, barely touched her, but she could feel the echo of those bones breaking in her hand as she heard it in the memory.]
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[The smile was still on her lips when it happened. When there was a sudden shifting. The building, the ground, the alley, it all changed. She looked up at him in surprise, eyes darting around to see who else might be around. Whose memories were they going to be caught up in?
Just them. Just the two of them, and that didn't exactly bode well.]
Shit.
[It took a second for her to place what she saw. She liked to tell herself that she'd made herself forget everything. That she'd put it behind her. That it wasn't even a memory. What was showing up around them proved that to be a lie.
It was a room. A nice, extravagant room. Only the best for Kilgrave, after all. She stood there, looking at a slightly younger version of herself, and she cringed. She was naked. Naked and standing there with a vacant look on her face, like some kind of android doll waiting for an order to leap into action to perform.
Kilgrave was there, lanky and mostly dressed. His shirt was open, belt undone, and he had that look in his eye. There was another girl in the room, and Jessica mentally used the word 'girl' on purpose. She couldn't have been older than seventeen. Seventeen and shoved to her knees, Kilgrave's mouth opening to tell the poor redhead that she wanted to undo his pants, she wanted to put him in her mouth. The vision of Jessica started to look away.
"No. You watch. You'll watch it and you'll stay right there."
So she did. She watched and she stayed, her hands curling into fists, nails digging into the flesh of her palm so that a trickle of blood dripped down onto the carpet.
Kilgrave liked to toy with her. It wasn't enough that he made her do what he did. He had to bring others into it. Had to make her do things. She never knew just what flavor of thing she was going to wind up doing until it left his mouth. "Don't you hate it, Jessica? You do, don't you. You hate seeing someone else touching me. She doesn't deserve me. Not like you do."
Jessica stood there, watching a look of pure hatred come over her face, a look she knew should be directed at the man with his dick in some teenage girl's face, but it was directed at the girl instead. "Make her stop, Jessica. Make her hurt."
Even though she knew it was futile by now, she stepped in, tried to block the vision of herself from marching over, but it was like she wasn't even there. The memory of her went over to the girl and dug her hands into that head of blazing hair. Blood mingled in with it; red on red, and she reached down to grab the girl's wrist. She barely squeezed, barely touched her, but she could feel the echo of those bones breaking in her hand as she heard it in the memory.]
Goddammit...