I'm in a strange part of the story and so you will see the plot shift a little bit. I hope everyone is enjoying the read. Kilgrave is rather dark here and there is a non-con situation. If you are not a fan of this type of thing please don't read.
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What could Jessica do but wait at the tree Kilgrave said to meet. There was no point in returning to her apartment as she would only get a couple of hours sleep and most likely over sleep giving Kilgrave a hold over her. Though she had to admit drinking straight out of a Gin bottle in public on a school yard wasn't one of the brightest ideas she had. She could get arrested and Kilgrave would force the police officer arresting her to eat his own hat. Part of her dark mind found that slightly funny. She took another swig.
There was something wrong with her as she was shivery like she had a chill despite it being rather warm. She knew when alcohol had a negative effect on her and this was different. Jessica was realizing that she wasn't acting like herself and was letting her emotions get the better of her. Each step she took Kilgrave seemed to be the one choosing the direction and she didn't like it.
She watched as the sun began to rise and the earliest sparks of light were filtering their way through the buildings. It was rather pretty but it would be a couple of hours before Kilgrave showed up. Or so she thought. She upped the bottle and finished the rest of the Gin.
He was walking toward her as polished as ever.
Jessica remained seated as she was rather drunk and far too tired to get up. If he wanted the kiss he would get down to her level and get dirt on this clothes and taste the cheap self-subscribed medication on her lips.
Kilgrave was less than pleased at seeing and now smelling her like this.
"You're early. I was planning on taking a nap before you arrived." Jessica spoke slowly to make sure she didn't slur. Her eyes closed and within minutes she was asleep.
Kilgrave bent down next to her and decided that he was going to have some fun while she was asleep. His workers followed Jessica and informed him of her location and state of mind. He reached into his pocket and took out a syringe and a vial of diazepam. "Too can play at this game Jessica." He looked at the Gin bottle in her hand and shook his head.
He injected her in the neck and she woke up just as he pulled the needle out. She stood as if ready to attack then fell against the tree and to the ground again. He picked her up and brought her to the car. The driver helped secure her in the back seat.
This was going to be a very fun day indeed. It's been some time since he had some sort of sport with her and seeing her so vulnerable was simply too much for him to pass up.
Kilgrave knew that Jessica avoided hotels since he insisted at staying at all the best in the city in their year together. He made some calls and decided upon the perfect spot.
He carried Jessica through the threshold of the hotel room as one of his hired hands opened the door for him and closed it when Kilgrave entered the room.
Jessica was placed on a large bed and he sat on its edge. It took all his nerve not to ravage her here and now after everything. She was so defenseless it was beautiful. He wouldn't fully enjoy her today. That was an event he would relish at a later date. For now he would enjoy some good old fashioned petting. She did need a bath before that.
This was the first hotel he brought her to and she was charmed by the beauty of it all. She enjoyed the large bath that he was now preparing for her. He poured in his favorite soaps and oils. After a short time it was ready. He approached the bed and slowly undressed Jessica peeling each item of clothing from her.
The jacket was the first to hit the floor, next her boots, socks with matching holes on the heels then the top. Her pants were to follow leaving her in her underwear which to his disapproval didn't match. He wanted to tear them off but didn't want to face the wrath and undo the work he had completed with her so far. Soon the sports bra and panties joined the pile on the floor.
He took in the sight of her and graced his hand from her face to her breast and down her leg. Her skin was smooth as ever and he kissed the side of her head and nibbled on her ear while one hand squeezed her breast. Jessica let out a slight moan.
"You chose to get drunk and miss our kiss Jessica. This is only fair that I get to play. You know me well enough that I consider this consent." He stroked her face. "I do respect you enough to want to see the expression on your face as I enter you once again. So I'll wait."
Kilgrave unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and carried Jessica to the tub and gently placed her in it. He lathered up a face cloth and scrubbed her arms and armpits first. He was pleased that she didn't neglect her shaving habits. He then moved down to her chest and massaged her breasts until he visibly saw a physical reaction.
Soon his hands made quick work of the legs and feet until all that was left was her core. He saved the best for last. As he cleaned he first licked the side of her face. She tasted just as delicious as she did the first night. His lips captured hers and though she was not reacting to his kiss her body was reacting to his finger's quick work.
Jessica moaned in her drunk and drug induced state until he felt her finish.
"This kiss doesn't count. Too bad I don't get to tell you that."
He washed her hair last.
Jessica was wrapped in the hotel provided house coat and was placed under the covers. Her still wet hair surrounding her and the pillow was beautiful. Kilgrave took a picture of her with his phone.
Five hours past before Jessica woke from her slumber. She woke up with a start as she was not by the tree and most of all not in her clothes.
Kilgrave sat in a chair by the window.
"Finally she wakes."
Jessica realized she was unclothed and her hair was damp. "What did you do to me?" She had a pain in the side of her neck. "Did you drug me?"
"You drugged me. Fair is fair. Besides you missed our kiss as you were drugged and mostly dunk. That left you in a vulnerable position."
"Did you…?"
"No, I didn't fuck you if that's what you're worried about."
"The word is rape." She said it to get under his skin.
He visibly bristled at that. "The answer is still no."
Jessica felt violated though she smelled very good. Too good in fact. "You bathed me?" She looked around and realized he brought her to the first hotel they stayed at together. It was the first night she was raped by him.
"You were rather ripe. Gin and body odor."
There was a knock on the door. Kilgrave answered and he came back with Jessica's clothes and placed them on the bed. "I would have burned them but I don't want any holes in the walls here. Speaking of holes in the walls your landlord wasn't pleased by the number you had in yours."
Kilgrave handed her a letter.
"I've been evicted? Why do I get the feeling that you had a hand in this?"
"I let him know that I will collect all your things. They will be delivered here in the next hour or so."
Jessica was furious. She stood up realizing that the robe wasn't tied. He smiled at the view while he could. She had it tied up quick.
"Are you expecting me to move in with you now?"
"Of course not. This hotel for a couple of weeks. It's all paid for."
Jessica saw history repeating itself again. He was rewriting her life and wrapping his fingers around it. How had she become so weak around him? The kisses, there was something to them.
"Have you been drugging me with those kisses? You had your father do something, that is if he is still alive. Before I wouldn't let you dare touch me."
"And if I was. Are you willing to give up your daughter to stop me? Or for that matter keeping our daughter form your sister? And yes dear old father is alive."
She had enough and swung out to punch him but he was too quick for her and he held her arm. He actually held it in place. She shoved him only to make him step back a few paces but not across the room.
He was as surprised as she was and he squeezed her wrist until she yelped in pain. This was exhilarating for him as he had never had power over her since she left. His other hand went to the back of her head and he forced her into a kiss.
Jessica never felt so scared in all her life. Whatever drug he used seemed to rob her of her power. She did whatever he could to get away from him and to break from the kiss but he was too physically strong for her.
And now she realized he was doing something to her with the kisses as her body was reacting to the contact.
Tears formed as memories of being controlled by Kilgrave came back to her. He wouldn't ever let her go now and would have her drugged for years if it meant controlling her.
Kilgrave had never felt this exhilarated in such a long time. He had physical power of over Jessica and he could feel her resistance decrease throughout the kiss. The idea of ravaging her here and now was at the forefront of his mind but he knew that he had to wait for that.
He broke off the kiss and let her go.
"I think we will meet here for the next 14 kisses. I'll just text you the time."
When Kilgrave left Jessica got dressed and fled the hotel. She had to get to her apartment as soon as she could. This had to stop.
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Kilgrave was true to his word. He had everything packed up. Her apartment was cleaned out save for all the things in the kitchen. All she cared about was one thing and when she took up the floor board she was left some measure of hope.
The drug she used on Kilgrave was still there. She pocketed it and went on her way. Kilgrave invaded this space and so she needed to find another.
Jessica needed a place to stay at least temporarily as the hotel was not safe for her. It shook her to the core that he had a means to weaken her. She could still feel his hand around her wrist holding her and his harms pinning her into place. Her mind wondered what would happen if he found a way to get her under his ability again.
Once again he was stripping her of her identity, moving her around to suit his needs. The sick part of it was Kilgrave never threatened to take Ruthie away from her or forced her to be with him to see their daughter. Jessica realized how patient Kilgrave could be when he really wanted something. He was also too smart for her to simply pretend that she loved him or would give him a chance at being father and husband of the year.
She needed distance and so her new space required some measure of security. There was a case that fell through as the man she was chasing ended up dead. His wife hired a couple of PI's so another found info before she did. He had a place among warehouses. She wondered if the place was known about or forgotten.
Daylight made things seem so innocent but she knew better and found her way to where the man would take his girlfriend's. The door seemed rather normal and she was even more surprised that it was unlocked.
Jessica opened the door to find three other doors. This was interesting. She stepped outside and took a look at the space and realized that one door would have no space behind it. Wonder if door number two was her door.
She turned the knob. Locked. She used her strength that was now returning to her and opened the door. It opened to a small corridor then to a larger area hidden between two areas of a warehouse. It was long and well decorated with some very old items.
It was a hidden space from prohibition and used to hide things for decades. The dust told her that it hadn't been used in a few months. About the time the wife put a bullet into the owner's head.
She sat on a large lounge chair and looked around. Yeah, this would do.
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"Now, since we had so much fun with the final name on your list I went out and bought you something." Kilgrave knew well enough there are some things you simply don't steal.
Trish stepped over and took a look what was in the box he held. She was blown away by the pendant. It was a dark amethyst surrounded with silver. The chain attached to it was simple but still very beautiful.
He motioned for her to turn around so he could put it on her. It was heavy but she knew it would be beautiful. She heard an odd snap.
"I don't want you to take it off. Don't worry water won't bother it." He brought her to her bedroom so she could see herself in the mirror. "It matches your hair. By the way I love the color, the stylist did a wonderful job."
Trish didn't have a choice in the matter of the color as he brought in a hair designer to color her hair to his liking. A rich lavender graced her hair with darker streaks throughout. She reached up to the back of the necklace and realized that there was no clasp. "How am I supposed to get this off?"
"You are not supposed to as it's designed to stay in place."
Trish knew what this was. He claimed her as his property. "This will trace my movements won't it?"
"Can't have things of value simply wander off or be stolen."
She looked into the mirror and Trish realized for the first time that someone else was staring back. Her hair was now his favorite color and pulled up with beautiful clips and combs. Trish felt more like a doll than a woman these days.
She still did her radio show each day but Kilgrave was making it harder for her to keep up with the demands and work the show required. She took on the role of his secretary and helped him plan some events that would soon end up in the newspapers.
There was so little sleep now that she knew that she would have to leave the radio show and work for Kilgrave. He had means to support her lifestyle and with that he would rip this apartment, her last strip of identity, from her.
As if reading her thoughts. "You seem rather tired. Helping me with my endeavors and your radio show are burning you out. Perhaps you should take a break from the show."
And there it was. Not an order but a strong suggestion that would become an order if she didn't follow his advice. "And are you going to pay for this apartment?"
"Of course not you'll move to another place I've chosen for you. I always take care of those I value."