[Over a year of this kind of garbage? He watched the scene carry forward, getting a far better sense of what this Kilgrave fellow could do, though he had no idea how it could happen. HYDRA never had anything like this, though mind control was something they were keenly interested in, of course. Their methods were far more surgical and brutal; there was a disgusting eloquence to simply having an order followed.

Like who seriously went to stand in a corner and piss themselves? And the girl not even able to cry despite having her bones ground to dust? And Jones there getting taken like she were a bitch dog in heat, begging like she was in love when he could see the part of her he knew better lurking in there, unable to reach the surface.

That made it even more disgusting in his mind. She was present but not in any control. She was powerless, and that let him more about her than any of their conversations ever had.

The scene wasn't interesting, not really. He had seen his share of rape videos to get the blood stirred up for an international raid. She had no choice; she did as she was told. No wonder she drank herself into oblivion and snarled about therapy being a waste of time; no one would believe a story like this. He told me to, controlled me, and I couldn't do anything about it. No binding but the asshole's word. She would be called cray-cray in no time.

Here's your pill, you'll be numb soon then we'll talk.]

You eviscerated him the second time, right? Left nothing but little pieces, 'cause if it was someone I knew, I wouldn't stop at a broken neck. Just sayin'.