Author's note:

Okay, so I'm very new to publishing things on here, although I am not new to reading or writing fanfiction. The thing is, the first chapter was practically already written for me and all I did was add some inside commentary. Meaning the rest of the writing here on is completely unscripted and I'm nervous releasing it. All I ask is that if you have suggestions for writing improvement, that you PM me so I can successfully address it. I've never put my work out there for other people to read so please be kind! I do appreciate constructive criticism though! Thanks!


Chapter Two: Honestly?

Kilgrave spoke calmly and slowly, but the desperation still bled through his words and seemed to overpower any sense of control he thought he had. Under different circumstances, Jessica would have laughed and pointed it out. But the atmosphere didn't allow for it, because the question he asked made the air seem heavy and almost unbreathable.

"Answer me honestly. What do I have to do to make you truly love me?"

*****HONESTLY?*****

It felt like a few ago that Jessica had left Trish on that doc. A few hours? A few days? A few minutes? How was she to tell? Time seemed irrelevant now. Nevertheless, she should have been using that time to think. Think her way out of this. Maybe it was that the shock hadn't quite settled in yet, but thinking about anything hurt. It physically hurt.

So she just sat.

Kilgrave had ordered her to sit down and not move after she had gone to the interior part of the yacht. He disappeared after that. Probably to go give orders to the newly enslaved crew that he had brought on this little excursion. But it didn't matter.

She was facing away from any windows but she could hear the sound of the water crashing against the metal, and the gentle, almost soothing rock of the ship. It was then, that for a moment, she wondered where they were going. But the thought crossed her mind only for a second. Because what was the point in wondering? Anywhere with him would be Hell. That's where she was going. Hell. Wherever he walks, he leaves a trail of misery and death behind him. What better way to describe it?

When her mouth opens to answer his question, her lips twitch.

What she wanted to say was that there was no power in the universe that could make her love him. She wanted to say "Nothing". But the word didn't come out. The scary part was that that's what she believed, but it's not what she would say. Could it be possible that the truth and her beliefs were two completely different things?!

Like her brain didn't understand the question, she stalls. As if the answer was buried deeper than any other truth she had ever known. Her lips continue to twitch, and her voice croaks quietly, but she had yet to give an answer.

Her hesitation confused both of them equally, and he furrows his eyebrows at her impatiently, "Answer me."

The words formed in her mouth before she even knew what she was saying, stuttering out what must have been true. "B-be normal…"


Author's note:

Chapter three will be published in the next few days. I know this one was short but I have the next one written already. It's just a matter of typing it. Thanks guys! Feel free to leave a review!