Kilgraved

Exposed

After the long hug Jess pulled back to look Trish in the eyes, she saw the fear and tension that was a welcoming prize every time she saw her own eyes in the reflection of a mirror. With a steady breath, Jess motioned Trish to a chair that sat right across from her, with only a desk in the way of the two. Jess sat down and pulled out a notebook and pen, flipping it open to about ten pages in and began righting frantically, mouthing and mumbling each word that scribbled on the white canvas. With a quick glance upward to Trish and then Malcolm, she signaled him to close the door so no one could hear the conversation that would take place. "Eight months." Jess began with an utter bluntness, she hated discussing this with anyone but she knew this story would have to be told to comfort Trish. "He had me under his control for eight months. He would expose me, take off all of my clothes, fucking commanded me to take them off and watch him have sex with two poor college students. He would make me think and wish it was me that he was fucking, made me beg him to fuck me until I was crying. He said that each beg was for a time Spiderman or Daredevil fucked him over and screwed his plans. I had to sleep on his floor and bathe him, go on dinner dates and kiss him. Over and over again, the only way I knew I didn't love him was because I found the power in my mind to think "How could I love him? How?" And that's all I could cling to for eight months." Jess said finally, looking down at her lap with her dirty, unshowered brown mane hanging over her face with the pen in her mouth, between her teeth. The three people in the room remained immobile, letting the silence cloak and drape the entire proximity of the room they occupied. 
It began with a whisper but the incessant yelling grew louder, like a throbbing siren that keeps going off, only to grow more excruciating with each decibel. The night he last saw Jessica was one worth forgetting, he had all of her clothes off, say for an unbuttoned shirt and a black thong. He remembered screaming at her over Daredevil, calling her a slut and a whore. "Jessica I'm fucking tired of this fucking Daredevil messing up all of my plans. Go and put on your stupid slut costume and destroy Daredevil wherever you find him!!" He remembered vividly her face and those words he spoke. He also remembered that same night, she got far enough away to where his grip on her broke off and he lost her. Well he knew he was going to find her, in the core of his mind he just knew it as he drove his newly washed sky black Porsche down the ensuing neighborhood road. He stepped out of the lavish car after parking it in front of a light blue house with white tracings and outlines all over it. He man in purple ran his fingers through the violet matted mane that was his hair as he took in a deep breath of air as the environment was all but quiet say for the chirping of birds in nearby trees. He read the street names with a smile, "Birch Street, Higgins Drive. Jackpot."