"I apologize for entering at an...inconvenient time, Ms. Hardy, but I do believe you have something that belongs to me."
With just those words, Felicia was frozen still. The shadow was the man himself, The Kingpin.
"Get the hell out of my apartment!" She replied.
"Gladly, however, first I need you to hand over what is mine."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" She lied. She knew exactly what he was talking about. And there was no way getting out of this.
"Don't make me search this room, Ms. Hardy, because I will gladly do it, right after your death!"
"Over my dead body, Fisk!"
"Indeed." He suddenly jumped up from his seat running straight at Felicia! Still frozen in fear, she didn't evade quick enough! The Kingpin grabbed her by the neck with both hands, pushed her into a wall, and started choking her! Losing air, she couldn't fight back. It's as if he were an unstoppable force!
"TELL ME WHERE IT IS!"
"Achk-guph-krak" She gagged as she couldn't speak under Fisk's huge hands around her neck. Losing consciousness, she had to think of a plan-and fast. She could feel the little amounts of air remaining in her lungs. She tried punching, hitting, scratching, but nothing seemed to work. Without her costume she was powerless against him.
Until she noticed her bag, lying to the right of her on the floor. She quickly searched through it with her bare-foot, while still being choked. Until she found something! Her knife. She grabbed it with her foot, and with only a few seconds of breathing time left, stabbed him in the knee with the knife wrapped around her toes.
"AH! You bitch, you will pay for that!" He exclaimed in rage, losing his gentlemen tone completely.
She quickly grabbed her bag, ran into the bathroom, locked the door (for whatever good that would do), grabbed the satchel containing Fisk's money, and tried to open the window. Until he punched through the door, unlocked the handle, and barged in, charging at her.
In no time Felicia jumped up, grabbing the ceiling fan, and swung over Fisk, and back into the bedroom. The bathroom was a no-go. At this point, her bathrobe had been worn out due to the amount of movements she had just made, and became untied, revealing her breasts and vagina in their entirety. But she didn't care. All she wanted was to get out alive. Even if it meant being humiliated in the process. Her embarrassment would be worth having her life.
She then quickly ran through the hallway and into the elevator, passing by a few men in their early 20's. Quickly, she pressed the button to go down to the lobby, but right as she did, Wilson Fisk ran out of her apartment room, and immediately sprinted full-speed at her in the elevator. Running at her with such rage, he was only mere feet away, until-the doors shut. Right before he could stop them. She was safe. For however long that would be.