Kilgrave's Joy

35- Aka Get Me Out Of Here

"No! No let me go!" The more I struggled the more Jessica looked at me with sorrow-filled eyes. She thought I was his puppet. "You can't do this! I love him!" I yelled, feeling a sharp prick go into my neck.

"I love him..."

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"Was that really necessary?" Jessica asked, irate that she had to bring S.H.I.E.L.D in to actually find them both. After all her searching, they had taken Joy away too.

"Yes. These are both dangerous people. You know that better than anyone." A woman in uniform entered, checking around the room before shivering, looking down upon Jessica Jones.

"Joy isn't like him. He's a sadistic psychopath. She's being controlled by him, that's all." Jessica defended her friend, if you can say they were that. Back when Luke and her were together, it was Luke who convinced her not to leave her on the sidewalk. But Joy had been under Kilgrave's influence even before he had met Jessica Jones. After, too. It seemed as if he had always been around her. Shrugging her jacket and looking around the room, she shivered, cringing at the thought of Kilgrave continuously using Joy for-

"Joy is dangerous too. Look, Miss Jones. Our organisation is here to help the world restore balance, and to manage so-called 'heroes' that seem to be appearing all around the place. These two and yourself are not heroes. You seem to have settled on this PI life of yours, but rest assured if you step out of line we will be there for you as well." Jones scrunched her eyes at the women, disliking her tone immensely.

"Was that a threat?" She asked, earning a scoff from the woman.

"Yes, Miss Jones." Once she began walking away, Jessica walked towards her for her attention.

"What are you going to do to Joy. The poor girl has been through enough." She turned around, side glancing Jones.

"Gifted personnel are tested for new cures and uses for human consumption." She coldly replied, walking away.

"You're going to make her a lab rat again?"

"That's what I said, yes. You won't have to deal with either Joy or this 'Kilgrave' again, don't worry." Reaching the front porch Jessica stopped, watching her get into a blacked car. "Goodbye, Miss Jones."

***

Kilgrave. I knew I was out and most likely being taken to where I would most likely meet my death, but all I could think of was Kilgrave. A stone cold surface jolted me awake and before I knew it I was slammed back down to it by restraints. I'm back in a lab. I had always promised myself that I would never end up here again, and especially after last time....

"You should still be out." A lady in uniform and tightly tied brunette hair walked in accompanied by two guards and a blonde man in a white coat, a scientist here to conduct experiments no doubt. "Your abilities must enable you-"

"Where's Kilgrave." I stayed completely calm, not tensing a single muscle. I couldn't give her the pleasure of witnessing my discomfort. Or, at least, any more than I was already in.

"He's somewhere. You don't need to worry about him." She cut me off, her face harsh. The woman wore a tight dark blue blazer with a matching long pencil skirt, a black v-neck along with typical secretary wedge-heeled black shoes. As much as I hated to say it, she reminded me of myself, physically anyway. "The likelihood of you seeing him again is..."

"Very soon." I cut her off again, looking at her like I used to look at Kilgrave. He was far from a perfect man but he wasn't hurting anyone by being in that house. His attention on me allowed the world to live as is whilst we continued living together. "Why did you take me? I thought S.H.I.E.L.D only wanted villains. I'm not a villain, or a hero." I sighed, "I'm just someone who doesn't want to be here."

"If only that were true." She chuckled, stepping closer to me so that I was able to smell her musky perfume. "But Hydra pay a lot more handsomely for your... type." Chuckling, she continues. "In the very unlikelihood that we are mistaken, we shall simply." She waved her hand, following her line of sight upwards. "Let you go." She stepped away and out the room, allowing the scientist to tilt me back, grabbing the needles he had just been preparing.

"Now we just need to test what the limit of your abilities are..." the scientist came towards me with a large needle, a clear liquid filled about half full ready to be injected into me.

"What is that." I snarl, trying to struggle out of the restraints. The calm demeanour had gone, it had been replaced with fear.

"A drug that induces a great amount of pain. One I created myself, actually." You could tell he was proud of that fact, nothing I could say would stop him from testing that drug. "Here we go." I felt the substance burn as it ran through the tube and into the needle already inserted into my arm, my blood feeling like acid.

"Argh!" I tried clenching my muscles, but other than my jaw none of them were responding to me. I was completely relaxed, the acid running through my veins preventing my muscles from working. I let out a shrill scream, my eyes closing from the pain and tears falling down my cheeks. The pain was excruciating, every second feeling like an hour as I lost track of the scientist in the room. Come on powers I know you can work. Although as much as I wanted to stop the pain, I knew as soon as I showed them any sign of my abilities, they'd never let me go. At least by enduring this pain I would be able to leave, eventually.

"Gargh!"

Kilgrave.

If he hadn't kidnapped me, I wouldn't be here. That thought ran through in my mind over and over as I fought against my body to protect me, letting the pain exhaust me to a point of passing out.
This happened for days. I was fed through a tube, other tubes were used for whatever bathroom I had to use, along with hydration fluids that were flushed through my system. I hadn't had food in days, but I always felt full.
The acid drug happened daily, too. Only once though, as the pain would make me pass out, and after that I was left to my thoughts, which usually lingered on Kilgrave. I kept arguing with myself, blaming him for making me end up here, and then blaming myself for not trying to use my powers to make him regain consciousness when he got knocked out.

This was my life now, a constant circle or torture, exhaustive sleep and contemplating my possible hatred for the purple man.

Or possibly something else.

***

"Where. Is. She!" He continuously knocked on the glass tank, being sent down in pain yet again. "Where's Joy?" He growled, huffing and panting. The shocks and the tank he could handle, he had been through it before, and it was worse. But not knowing where Joy was, if she was alive, was driving him insane.
Being the man he was, he had counted the days. He had counted twelve now, almost a fortnight. His dishevelled figure and scruffy facial hair also told the time passed, but he didn't care about that.

"Are you done?" The man on his watch said, before sending a tray down. "Look. I got told to show you this." The projector suddenly illuminated the tank, showing Joy being injected before writhing in pain. He knew that she was keeping her powers at bay. "If it gets to tomorrow and she hasn't shown us anything, they're gonna kill her." He turned and stared at his watcher, knocking on the glass and pointing at the speaker.

"Can I ask a question?" He asked, sloshing his feet in the water. The guard reluctantly nodded, and he knew this was his chance. Pressing the com button he quickly yelled "GET ME OUT." Before he could shut off the coms.