Blood Lust

five

You are in a confusing state of euphoria. You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, but you really can't stop it. As you ride him, Kilgrave grunts and groans, and you can't help but feel good. You now have the power over him.

Suddenly his breathing quickens and he picks you up, still deep inside you, turns around and throws you on the bed. He grabs your wrists and hold them above your head. 
"Don't fucking move." 
You are frightened yet so turned on, but you try to hide it.

You do as you are told and keep your hands still above your head as Kilgrave pounds you fast and hard, so deep it's almost painful. You are about to climax, but you couldn't let him know that. You try to stop it, reminding yourself that he kidnapped you and he terrifies you, but you simply can't. You feel your muscles tense and your legs quiver. The thing is, Kilgrave's muscles also tense and he also begins to quiver. As you climax, you feel him explode inside of you; there's so much and its so warm.

Kilgrave lays still on top of you as he catches his breath. You are breathing heavily, so conflicted about what happened. You can't deny that you're attracted to him, but he kidnapped you and took you back to his house against your will. All you knew is that whilst you're still figuring it out, you need to act scared of him. He cannot know about your blossoming affection.

Once he has recovered, Kilgrave gets out of bed, puts on a deep purple silk robe and says, "Stay there. Don't move."
He walks out the bedroom, and a few seconds later you hear the shower turn on. This was your chance to escape. You go to sit up, but you can't. Once again, your body isn't under your control. He told you not to move, so you weren't going to move.

All you can do while time passes, held down by invisible binds, is watch the clock, counting the seconds. It is twelve minutes and forty-seven seconds before Kilgrave returns, and he gives you permission to move again.
You sit up, stretching your stiff limbs after being so intensely stationary for so long. Sitting with your legs dangling off the side of the bed, you look up at Kilgrave, who is hurriedly dressing himself in a suit, almost identical to the one he was wearing in your pub the night before, except it's a slightly lighter purple. He looks... stunning; so masculine and desirable. You're sure any girl would be proud to have had sex with him, which makes you wonder why you aren't. Despite enjoying all the dirty things he did to you, you still felt exploited and used. Perhaps it's because you know it wasn't out of love - it was raw and animalistic and nothing more.

"What are you getting all dressed up for?" You regret breaking the silence the seconds you make a sound.
"I'm going out," Kilgrave says bluntly.
"Where?" you ask.
"Out."
And with that, Kilgrave adjusts his tie and exits the room, leaving you feeling confused and uncomfortable. A few seconds pass and then you hear the front door slam shut, but no jingle of keys.

He didn't lock the door.

You don't think twice before jumping up and running for the front door, but not before grabbing a black robe to preserve your last shred of dignity when you get out.