Another one of Kilgraves victims

CH 8 Ember

Ch 8

Alternative pov

In the depths of the closed reality within a dream. You see multiple scenes like a panoramic of short clips. one woman after another by Kilgraves side in various places and moments. you feel empathetic to their experiences being next to him as well as their inner pleas, hurt and desperation akin to your own. The clips are static and fragmented, a whirlwind of emotions from the various women and girls of varying ages.

One girl in particular stands out among the mirage of scenes. Her eyes shimmering almost glinting gold, and her long hair dyed maroon. Suddenly there is a stabbing pain deep in your chest that you don't understand. you then see a snippet of the girl holding a knife but without understanding why. Only knowing that there was someone else injured. Your pain then becomes unbearable, jolting yourself awake panting. Gasping for air, your hands going to grip your chest to get at the pain.

Kilgrave grabs at your hand asking what's wrong. You ignore him still out of breath but the pain begins to rapidly subside leaving you left there stunned. You finally turn to Kilgrave by your side in his bed. "Serenity, tell me what's going on?" He is tense and confused. "There was a pain in my chest but- but its gone now..." he lets out a breath that was held in and leans against the headboard.

so you are fine now?" He questions annoyed "No" you answer. "Why no?" He says furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you think I would be ok after what you did to me last night?" "oh come on you enjoyed it" " you made me enjoy it! You told me how to feel! There was no choice or trueness to myself at all, you took full advantage of me!" he scoffs " serenity tell me you enjoyed every bit of last night" And that's all he has to do to get you to be quiet.

Serenity pov

"I enjoyed every bit of last night...." "of course you did" he gathers a set of clothes for the day and heads to the bathroom. I put back on the "gift" he gave me disgusted, but not wanting to go through the house naked. memories filling my head again of last night, I rush to my room jumping in the shower. I scrub the living daylights out of my skin, everywhere he touched and put his scent all over. My body feeling raw and violated knowing the feeling may never fully go away.

I layed in bed for so long, thinking, feeling, and wallowing in my despair. To some relief, I was left to have time to myself. How could I have avoided all of this? Its suffocating, the want to reach out for help but not wanting to face the consequences of failure. Then I am left with the terrible alternative of following and subjecting myself to others kinds of torture within kilgraves grasp. How cruel he is, I still remember his touch, his manipulation. I want to numb it all. I feel trapped stumbling through, going moment by moment hoping to survive this all.

What was with the pain I felt in my chest this morning? Why did it seem the girl was devastated at something happening to her? Almost like it was a memory. Not able to get the golden eyes of the girl out of my head, and with nothing better to do, I feel the desire to paint. Also to relieve some stress I go back to the basement studio.

I glide my brush across a canvas. I sense mysterious emotions surrounding the girl I am painting. In my picture, her gaze is tense. Her hand is clutching her chest much like I did when I was experiencing that awful pain. By the dream's design in my remembering, it didn't show enough to answer my many questions.

I hear the basement door open, kilgrave entering imposingly. He dauntingly approaches, noticing what I'm working on. "Do you know this woman?" he asks anxiously. "Why are you painting her?" " no... I only had a dream last night. She was strange to me and I found myself painting her. Your acting like you know her, is she real?" he stands there in silence staring at my art of her, like he's reminiscing. "Tell me what was in your dream?" he turns to me wondering suspiciously.

"I'm not sure, only that there was this very emotional girl, she was holding a small knife. I think someone else was injured." He sighs "how strange it is for you to somehow dream of this. Yes she's very real." "what happened to her?" I add " well I saved her from her boyfriend who was a sorry excuse of a human." "I see..." how strange a dream indeed I think to myself... After his brief check in, Kilgrave leaves the basement. I finish what I'm doing and clean up, then head back to my room.

Later on that night the maid comes to  bring me dinner. She tells me kilgrave will be out for the rest of the evening. Good... which brings me wanting to gather some more information. "Do you know a girl with gold eyes who was with kilgrave?" I ask her hoping for anything she can tell me. Hesitantly she proceeds to tell me "Yes, that poor thing, she was with the master for quite some time."

"who is she? What happened with her?" I dig further. " Her name was Ember, I believe she had the ability to unlock anything, hence the masters interest, in fact he came across her when she was breaking into a building. From what I'm told the master tried to take her with him and her boyfriend tried to resist. He was very threatening so the master had to protect...himself, the man didn't make it mind you." she says awkwardly.

" ... and what happened with ember where is she?" the maid fidgets with her hands. " I'm not sure, her and the master went out one day and she never came back with him, all I know is that he said she was gone and wouldn't speak more on the matter, he was pretty upset around then." "thank you for telling me, I'd like some time to myself, you may go now." she nods exiting the room. Holy shit the girl I had a dream of is real, and I've learned more about his psychopathic tendencies.

The suspicious dream and it having been a reality is all so complicated and confusing. how on earth did I get to know of something I could not know of, as well as feel like I experienced it in a way? I was paranoid falling asleep that night, all the strangeness of this all, and the fear of him coming to my bedroom to take me another time. I don't want to be manipulated and touched like that again. I hold my arms around myself as if it'll protect me, attempting to give my self any form of comfort. Luckily he never came.