Worried about what? It's a memory. It can't do shit to you.
[But it could to her. This particular one was going to feature heavily in her dreams for the next week or so. She could already feel it. Pushing up to her hands and knees, she scrambled to try to look under the bed, but she couldn't lift the covering on the side.
And then she heard the knock on the door. Her entire body tensed.
"Room service."]
Fuck.
[She wanted to be out of here before the next bit happened. Living through it once while under his influence had been bad enough. Watching it like this? She was remembering things she'd rather forget. Like the fact that Kilgrave looked so happy at the sound of someone new to play with, or how there was a quiet sobbing coming from the couple that were standing in the corner of their own room with wet patches on their pants. Or how the girl was still trying to cry, but couldn't make a sound.]
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[But it could to her. This particular one was going to feature heavily in her dreams for the next week or so. She could already feel it. Pushing up to her hands and knees, she scrambled to try to look under the bed, but she couldn't lift the covering on the side.
And then she heard the knock on the door. Her entire body tensed.
"Room service."]
Fuck.
[She wanted to be out of here before the next bit happened. Living through it once while under his influence had been bad enough. Watching it like this? She was remembering things she'd rather forget. Like the fact that Kilgrave looked so happy at the sound of someone new to play with, or how there was a quiet sobbing coming from the couple that were standing in the corner of their own room with wet patches on their pants. Or how the girl was still trying to cry, but couldn't make a sound.]