Kilgrave's Desire

Oliver

A few days passed by and honestly they have been pleasurable to say the least. Despite sleeping with the enemy it was less taxing to be in his presence. We are able to have conversations like normal people but one thing constantly stuck in my mind and haunted me more than anything else. Oliver. I haven't spoken to him or seen him. I have no idea if he is dead...alive..in the hospital or with his mother. Every time I mention his name Kilgrave dehumanized Oliver and referred to him as a boy or he ordered me to change the subject.

If Oliver knew that I slept with Kilgrave then I'm sure I wouldn't hear the end of it. I have asked or mentioned Oliver so much that I ended up being cascading so far into the darkness that I can feel Kilgrave's mind into mine. He is burrowed so deep into my mind that I barely can think without hearing his words in my head, telling me how I think, feel and believe. I sit motionless like a puppet in the patio chair while Kilgrave plays with the strings to control me and tell me what to do and say.

"How are you this morning?" he asked.

"Like a mindless doll....you promised to not use mind games....what happened to getting to know me?" I fight weakly as I push through the darkness I have been subjected to for days.

"You must have not heard my question I asked how you are feeling but you are in a wonderful mood," he directs as he leans forward on his elbows. I stare at him, helpless. Why is he keeping me buried in the darkness when just only a week ago we slept together and were working towards actually liking each other.

"I'm in a wonderful mood," I repeat in afirmation. Oh for the love of all that is pure and holy.

"Excellent," he smiled. "To reply to your previous comment, you don't know how to behave....when you have manners I'll lift my hold and then we can get to know each other honestly."

"Why not ask me questions and get to know me that way?" I ask weakly.

He leans back as he places his forearms down on the table delicately. He tilts his head to the side as he takes my request into account. His brown eyes that glistened with power and control lightened a bit as he saw his opportunity to gain some ground as well as clarity. I give a quickly smile as reassurance. If I am to get my answers about Oliver I'll have to play along.

"So we are playing twenty question?" he asks in affirmation as he grins his boyish smile that renders my heart and body helpless. He doesn't realize the true effect he has on me. Walls up or not he has so much control over me without the need of his stupid control.

"Exactly," I smile as I am able to breath and wiggle out of the darkness enough for air. "You get to ask twenty questions as do I and we have to be truthful and not use our gifts to screw with the other."

"Fine." he shrugs passively as if he had always been acting in that manner for a while. "Tell me only the truth for now on."

I find myself stagger for a moment as darkness cascades over me but it subsides like his words were not only a binding agreement but my salvation. Those few words were like the lupole I have been needing. It bound me to do as he just asked but it have me so much freedom.
I smiled in appreciation as I realized that the only control he has besides where I can go is whether I speak the truth or not and it was a lot better than being a mindless and helpless puppet.

"Ladies fist," he smiled as he leaned,forward on his elbows again.

"What are your parents like?" I ask carefully.

"Heartless scientists who did cruel things to myself and other children," he hisses as his eyes narrow avidly. "When is your birthday?"

"April 18th," I whisper in shock that his parents did things to,him and other kids. "Did your parents do experiements to cure you of your gift?"

"Cure me?" he repeats nearly baffled that I asked. "No they are the reason I am the way I am...they did these experiements where they injected and extracted cerebral fluid from me and one day I commanded that they stop and they did."

"They made you into what you are," I repeat blankly. He nods slowly as if it was a dark,secret he once buried.

"What is your occupation?" he asked carefully.

"Photographer, Oliver's family,owns a photography studio that I am the head photographer for," I reply as I emphasize Oliver's name purposely. "Why can't I talk to Oliver?"

"What is your favorite color?" he asked. He totally avoided my question!

"Blue." I reply quickly "why can't I talk to Oliver?"

"Do you have any siblings?" he asks as he continues to ignore me as if my question was not heard.

"I have a baby brother who adores oliver," I reply harshly as I straighten myself. "Why can't I talk about Oliver or even see him?"

"That was two questions," he scolds.

"Yes two questions you never answered," I confirmed as a matter of factly.

"I don't like talking about that boy..." he begins as he emphasizes on the word boy like it was a forbidden word.

"Oliver!" I correct loudly. "His goddam name is Oliver....stop dehumanizing him."

"Stop trying to use him to make me jealous," he counters as he stands looming over me easily.

"He is my friend," I sputter dumbfoundedly. Does he seriously think I love Oliver? "Never in a million years would we ever get together he is like an older brother....of anything you were the closest thing I had to a relationship but you fucked it up!"

I stand quickly and start to walk away from him and back into the house but a hand grasps my left wrist firmly stopping me in place. I straighten myself instinctively as his touch renders me helpless. I turn and glance at him his chocolate tinted eyes meeting my eyes wearily. I let out a sigh as stare at him worn out and defeated. We may have been playing a question game but his presence is draining and weakening. Powers or not I am so weak from my just his words but his touch.

"You...you see these past two weeks as a relationship," he stammered wideeyed.

"It is not that I think we are boyfriend and girlfriend but there is something there...I never have ever willingly kissed let alone slept with someone and stuck around to eat breakfast with him," I shrug truthfully as I turn all the way around so we are facing one another just a few feet apart.

"You care for me?" he sputtered as if my words were unbelievable.

"Not when you use your powers or tell me what to do," I correct. "If you love me like you say then you need to trust me."

We stare at one another in a tense stand off. We do not say anything we just stare at each other. I am not one for direct eye contact but I cannot look away. Typically I am looking anywhere but at someone in the eye. Kilgrave yanks on my wrist and pulls me into his arms. I straighten my back instrinctively as he wraps his arms around me and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.