Kilgrave's Joy

3- Aka Sticks and Stones

Beep beep! Beep beep!

I opened my eyes in protest, the hangover made from hell washed over me stung like a bitch. The beeping stopped, and along with peaceful silence that stopped my head from temporarily exploding, the smell of bacon invaded my nostrils.
Wait.
I sat bolt upright, looking around to get my surroundings. I was in a hotel. Oh my god last night actually happened.
"Good morning, Amanda." There he was, the man in the purple suit. Kilgrave. The man I'd had sex with last night. A lot of sex.
"Morning." I groaned, what had I done.
"I brought you some pills for your head." He walked over to the side of the bed, placing a glass of water down and handed me two white caplets.
"Thanks." I took a swig of the water, my body thanking me for putting a liquid that wasn't alcohol into my system. Once I had taken the pills, I drank the rest of the water and realised that I was stark naked under these sheets. "Umm, did we?" I waved my finger between the two of us, and Kilgrave chuckled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say a word, he just nodded. I made an 'ah' shape with my mouth, my hands covering my face in embarrassment. I was extremely drunk last night, but I could remember what had happened.
"You were, persuasive last night. It's not normally the other party that does the persuading." He said getting up. Oh god, 'other party?'  "Not like that, Amanda. Come on, get dressed, breakfast has been served in the next room." I grabbed the sheets, attempting to cover up my naked body, and stood up. "There's no need to cover up. I saw it all last night." Kilgrave chuckled, walking to the entrance of the bedroom, the two sliding doors. "Try not to take too long." He smiled, closing the door and leaving me alone.
I ran to the bathroom, bed sheets still wrapped around my chest like a bath towel.
The bathroom was modern, like the rest of the hotel, slate grey walls that were stopped and replaced by white tiles for the spacious shower. Turning on the shower, I quickly hopped in the cubicle to wash the alcohol that was emanating through my pores. The running water provided me with peace for five minutes, as I felt all of last nights adventures and mistakes run off me. "Amanda?" A knock at door startled me, I had been daydreaming. "It's been half an hour, come on, open up." I turned the shower off, wrapping myself in a towel before opening the door to see Kilgrave, his purple suit immaculate, a different shade than the one last night.
"Sorry, I got lost in my head." I apologised. His gaze drifted down to the towel around my wet body. Smirking, he entered the bathroom, forcing me to take a step back. Shutting the door behind him, he pushed me against the wall with force, his hands gripping my arms harshly. "What are you do-" before I could continue, his lips were upon mine, holding my arms as my towel slipped off, crumpling on the floor.
"Stop!" I managed, pushing him off of me and grabbed my towel. "Last night was... Well, amazing. But-" I paused. I couldn't think of a reason to not do this with him, but something in my gut was telling me that it wasn't a good idea. His gaze hardened, and the dark aura that made him hard to look at appeared.
"You will stand there and you will be quiet." He snapped. I froze, unable to move. Every fibre in my body was telling me to move, but my brain told me that I didn't want to. My mouth opened, but no words were coming out.
What was happening?
"I didn't want to do that. You were quite willing last night." He stepped closer to me and encased me in his arms, I was trapped between this man and the walls of the bathroom.
"S-stop this. Please." I managed to get out.
"Do you still want that new life?" He asked, his lips kissing my lower neck. I was naked, bare and vulnerable. There was nothing I could do against this man; just what was he?
His lips moved lover towards my collar bone, and I tensed. I was terrified of this man, he had control of every fibre of my being. So why was I so repulsed, yet so attracted at the same time?
"You like this." He spoke with a commanding tone, and immediately the negative thoughts of him were shut down. My thoughts focused on his lips touching my body, every single touch sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I didn't want this, but my body was betraying me, stop it!
"Yes." I breathed, looking up so that he had better access to my neck. I felt a small prick on my skin, a small suckle on my neck, giving me a love bite.
"Good." He stepped back, admiring my naked body, now dry from the shower. "Get dressed. I have arranged for us to fly to New York in a few hours, you will begin your new life there, and in return for what I have done you will do whatever I tell you to do from now on, understood? Not that you have a choice in the matter." Kilgrave chuckled.
"What?" I snapped, what was that just now? Why did my body like what he did, when everything was telling me to get him off. "I'm not going to New York." I picked up my towel, covering myself, although whatever dignity I had was well and truly gone now.
"Well, aren't we feisty. Don't argue, we're flying to New York, tonight." Kilgrave stared me down, I couldn't win. My head nodded, despite not wanting to go with him to New York.
"Crack a smile, you're starting over. Not many people can say they have done that." My lips creased into a smile, although it felt like a mask that had been stuck onto my face. I wasn't happy, so why was I smiling!
"Can I ask one question?" I queried.
"What is it?" He turned to leave, pausing so that I could ask my question.
"Why me?" There was a moments silence before he answered.
"I have never made love to someone, like that." He left me in the room alone, "hurry up, Amanda." In that small moment, I saw him as a man that needed help. Someone had broken him. But I couldn't be the one to help, I didn't want to be.

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"Found you." Jessica had watched the same girl enter the apartment for a few days now, where Claire had said that Joy was staying.
She followed the women who was carrying a bag of mixed groceries, a roommate, maybe?
"Excuse me, do you know Joy?" She caught her in Central Park, nowhere to run.
"Yes, she's a neighbour, I'm sorry but I have to get these groceries to her, she recently fell down the stairs, and is bed resting." Stairs? No one uses stairs to climb 40 stories. This was starting to turn into the sort of case Jessica expected, abusive boyfriend.
"Oh right yes, give her my best wishes." Jessica decided to follow this woman and see where she would lead her, that way she could stake out the location through the window overlooking the park.
"I will." She turned around, rushing to get the food to 'Joy'. Jessica shook the thoughts that crept across her mind, her attitude was very straight forward when it came to lying about her neighbour. The last time a coincidence happened like this was when Kilgrave-
"No, he's dead." The P.I assured herself. She had killed him with her own two hands, there's no way he could have escaped that.

The hallway of the 42nd floor looked a lot classier than the apartment Jessica was renting for Alias Investigations. How could a staff nurse afford a place like this? Unless Amanda ran away with a rich business man, that would explain the lack of records regarding Joy. Before a year ago she didn't even exist. Jessica even had a hard time looking up her surname: Legavrick. Not a traditional English surname, and Claire hadn't said anything about Joy having a European accent.
"Joy? It's me." Jessica hid behind the corner, the door shutting behind Joy's friend. Apartment 4204, at least now Jessica could look up tenant agreements, hopefully that would get her the info she needed to find Joy Legavrick, or as Jones thought, Amanda Rickman.

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"Joy? It's me." Heather closed the door behind her. Thank god that my neighbour was a nice lady, I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't brought me the pain killers.
"About bloody time!" Kilgrave rose from the chair he had moved into the bedroom, he had insisted on watching me, I guess it's since he didn't have anything else to do, although creepy didn't cover it. "I should have told you to drop the bag off and then go back to your apartment and hold you breath forever." Kilgrave was mad at Heather. She took a lot longer than she normally did, which had caused me to be violently ill. The medication that I had told her to get was strong, strong enough to make a bruised rib seem like nothing. It was a drug they were testing, but through the human trials so far they seemed to be fine.
"Leave her be." I asked, as she dropped the bag on the kitchen counter. "Thank you, Heather."
"Go home, and hold your breath until you can't anymore." Kilgrave pushed her out the front door, slamming it behind him.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" I yelled, swinging my legs off the bed and standing. "Argh!" The pain shot through my abdomen, spreading to my legs and arms. I fell to the floor, crippled with pain.
"You stupid-" Kilgrave sat back in his chair, stopping himself from carrying on his sentence. "Get back on the bed." He stayed leaning forward, waiting for me to try and get up.
"I can't." I said, but my body kept trying, no matter how painful it was. A cry of pain echoed throughout the silent apartment.
"Stop." Kilgrave said. Footsteps approached the left side of the bed where my body lay, I was exhausted. "Here, let me help." Kilgrave kneeled down, carefully scooping me into his arms, lifting me back onto the bed. I inhaled sharply, really what I needed to do is go to a hospital, but he would never allow that.
"Answer me one thing." I said, slowly sitting up as he adjusted the cushions to comfort me. His gaze caught mine, a soft look catching my eye, it was one of the rare moments that I caught his true self, not the monstrous exterior that he encased himself in. "Why haven't you gone after Jessica Jones yet?" Kilgrave stiffened at the mention of that name.
"Because she thinks I'm dead." He answered simply, sitting down on the bed beside me.
"That didn't stop you the last time. Besides, wouldn't it cause her more pain knowing the person she killed wasn't actually you?" He placed his hand gently on my leg, leaning in.
"Heal yourself." He said, ignoring my comment.
"What?" I questioned. "I can't-" suddenly, my eyes were forced shut, and a green hue illuminated the inside of my eyelids. I pictured the bones repairing themselves, as well as clear, in bruised skin. My eyes shot open again, and the pain was gone. "What the- that's what you had me forget." Realisation struck me, I was gifted. That's why he was keeping me around, and that's why he made me bury it deep in my mind, he didn't want me running away or using my powers within the hospital.
"And you will bury it down again. You can't be using your powers willy nilly." Grabbing the back of my head, he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. My mind screamed with disgust, but I couldn't move, I was frozen in fear of what he was going to do me.

"Let's go out for dinner, I know the perfect place!" Kilgrave suddenly chirped. It was like living with a bipolar sometimes I swear.