[That was a lie, and they both knew it. She kept crawling around, looking for anything out of place. Any odd crack or warping that she could beat at to get them out of this. The only place she hadn't gone yet was near the girl, and she had a feeling that's exactly where the damn thing was going to be.
Which left her with the choice of hunting for it and being close to what was about to happen, or waiting until it was over and trying not to think about killing herself again. That was always an option.
"Come in, come in," Kilgrave called from the bed, watching the door open as the man behind it came in with a trolley laden with the meal that had been called down for earlier. He stopped when he saw the hole into the next suite, and the blood on the light beige floor, the trail leading over to a girl that seemed to be likely to lose her leg and who was crying without making a sound.
"Shit... Shit! Jesus, what the fuck are you guys doing?" Jessica was still draped on the bed, Kilgrave not having told her to move, so there was an indecent shot of her crotch and ass for the guy to see, Kilgrave's pathetic limp dick wilted against his still open pants. "I'm calling the cops."
"No, you're not. You're going to come in here and bring my tray over with you. Jessica," he called, slapping her soundly on the ass to get her to move, "you're going to feed me. I think it's time for dinner and a show. You think so too, don't you?"
The memory of her rolled to a sitting position, face blank as she nodded. "Yes, I do." She watched as the man brought over the trolley as ordered, staring at both of them like he was losing his mind. The memory of her and the current version of her both felt sorry for him.]
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[That was a lie, and they both knew it. She kept crawling around, looking for anything out of place. Any odd crack or warping that she could beat at to get them out of this. The only place she hadn't gone yet was near the girl, and she had a feeling that's exactly where the damn thing was going to be.
Which left her with the choice of hunting for it and being close to what was about to happen, or waiting until it was over and trying not to think about killing herself again. That was always an option.
"Come in, come in," Kilgrave called from the bed, watching the door open as the man behind it came in with a trolley laden with the meal that had been called down for earlier. He stopped when he saw the hole into the next suite, and the blood on the light beige floor, the trail leading over to a girl that seemed to be likely to lose her leg and who was crying without making a sound.
"Shit... Shit! Jesus, what the fuck are you guys doing?" Jessica was still draped on the bed, Kilgrave not having told her to move, so there was an indecent shot of her crotch and ass for the guy to see, Kilgrave's pathetic limp dick wilted against his still open pants. "I'm calling the cops."
"No, you're not. You're going to come in here and bring my tray over with you. Jessica," he called, slapping her soundly on the ass to get her to move, "you're going to feed me. I think it's time for dinner and a show. You think so too, don't you?"
The memory of her rolled to a sitting position, face blank as she nodded. "Yes, I do." She watched as the man brought over the trolley as ordered, staring at both of them like he was losing his mind. The memory of her and the current version of her both felt sorry for him.]
Help me look over here. By the... this mess.