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Teach me how to never mind	By : JessiKillyLover Category: Marvel Verse TV > no category yet Views: 959 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the 'Jessica Jones' characters (and this is sad) And I'm not making money out of it.

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Summary:
Jessica finds out what it feels like to have Killgrave's power, and, trust me, she does like it a lot ;P
Notes:
Hellooo,
happy 2022!!
Thank for so many hits... but, really, even a comment wouldn't upset me for sure XD

did I say I was afraid to write the last chapter? Well, I’ve found the courage ^^’
It’s VERY violent and creepy (also hot in other moments), be warned, I don’t even know how I managed to write such scenes XD
I really lost control over ‘this’ Jessica, not that ‘this’ Killy has something to complain about XD

Chapter III (I): AKA Torture

“Oh, things are getting so interesting.” Jessica sneers. “But I wanted to hurt him with my powers.” she adds, pouting.

“Choosing one does not exclude the other,” Killgrave smirks, caressing her hair.

“I hadn’t thought about it. In this case, thank you.” she kisses him quickly, before walking towards their prisoner.

The policeman is neither tied, nor locked in a room, but it’s his mind that is locked away.
This is the worst captivity ever.

“Consider it a sneak preview, you son of a bitch!” the girl growls before kicking his face powerfully. “You’re allowed to speak again, so I can hear you screaming!”

Simpson takes the hit, spitting blood on the ground.

Killgrave watches the scene bewitched.

“So, is this the best you can do?” the policeman scoffs, as he keeps spitting.

As a matter of fact, he didn’t even give her the satisfaction of screaming.

“Oh no, Captain America, it’s not very wise to tease her so badly!” Killgrave pretends to be alarmed, bringing a hand to his mouth.

“I’ll fucking show you the best I can do!” Jessica growls, collecting from the ground one of the guns, the bigger one, the most threatening one.

She opens it, taking all the bullets off the charger, save for one. She spins the cylinder and closes the gun again.

“Oh yes, I like it.” Killgrave approves, chuckling.

“Put the muzzle into your mouth,” Jessica obliges Simpson, handing the gun to him.

“I expected you to make him aim it at his temple, but this way is even better!” Killgrave grins at her, as hyper as a kid in a toy store.

Laboriously and in cold sweat, Simpson obeys, because he can’t do anything else.

“Now I’ve figured out why you wanted to do that, back to that day: it’s fun” Jessica admits, making her partner smile.

The ironic fact is that when Killgrave and Jessica went to that kidnapper who was threatening his own family, they had worked together as well, but now they have so very less heroic intentions.

“Caress the trigger, lightly.” the detective gives him another order.

With a trembling index Simpson caresses the trigger. He’s getting so damn close, it would take just a little heavier pressure to pull it.

He knows very well that that gun can contain fifteen bullets, which means one chance in fifteen that it can happen. A periodic 6,6% of casuistry. Not so irrelevant.

The policeman knows that in case that 6,6% of probability happened it would be just a heartbeat, probably it would kill him instantly, he wouldn’t even notice that.

His forehead is dripping with sweat, his eyes are shut.

What is really nagging him is the waiting and the chance it might happen, that swing of fate between dying or surviving.
It’s more a psychological torture rather than a physical one.
That’s what is killing him.

Jessica must be aware of that, because she makes that moment last as long as possible.

“Now pull that fucking trigger! Let’s see if you’re lucky.” she finally says.

Probably it’s been just a couple of minutes since her last order, but to the policeman it seems an eternity.
From his eyes, still closed, two tears fall and he can’t help a sad moan as he deepens the pressure and pulls the trigger.
All he can hear is just an empty thud, without any consequences.

Just what Jessica wished for.

Despite the muzzle he still holds into his mouth, he sighs with relief, although he doesn’t know how long it will last.

“I’m so sorry for you, looks like you didn’t have good luck,” Jessica shocks him with her answer. “Don’t think I’ll let you have another attempt. Take the gun out of your mouth and place it on the floor.”

Jessica waits for him to execute the order, before going on.

“Son of a bitch, you wished you could die so easily, didn’t you? Well, hell if I’m allowing you that!” she snaps.

“Oh my god, Jessica, you’re so merciless, so wild, so untameable… you’re giving me such a show!” Killgrave groans, visibly excited, as he wraps an arm around her waist. “And you’re so pissed off… not with me, for once!” he makes her laugh, before the girl lets him kiss her.

As she’s kissing him, Jessica keeps her eyes open, fixed on Simpson and she notices how this is annoying him.

A kinky idea pops in her mind.

“You know what, Will? You were right,” the girl speaks again. “I didn’t want to kill him,” she makes Killgrave smile, kissing him, for a longer time.

“Do you know what I want, instead?” she keeps talking, without waiting for a real answer. “I want his hands all over me,” she adds, taking Kevin’s hands from behind and placing them on her breasts, still covered by the plaid shirt she wears.

Kevin is very surprised by her initiative, but all it takes him is to exchange an understanding look with Jessica to figure out what she’s planning.

After all, there are so many ways to torture someone, not only the physical one.

With their perfect chemistry, he starts unbuttoning her shirt, slowly, without any rush, caressing every inch of exposed skin, until he reaches even the last button and takes her shirt off, letting it fall on the floor, without any poetry.

“Stop it!” Simpson growls, more and more intolerant to that vision.

To Jessica is only an invitation to reinforce the message.

“I want his mouth over my neck,” she goes on and Kevin pleases her, placing wet kisses on both sides of her neck, as she purrs in delight.

Grunting his disappointment, Simpson looks away.

“Don’t even try!” Jessica stops him, before he covers his ears with his hands. “Watch us all time long.” she impassably orders, before giving her attention back to the persuader.

“Where was I? Oh, right. I want his tongue over my skin.” Jessica murmurs. “But mostly I want him inside me. Now.”

His words and the oh-so-adrenalinic situation have on Killgrave the same effect of the most powerful aphrodisiac. Without giving a damn to his expensive clothes that will get inevitably dirty, he sits on the dusty and sandy floor, keeping the girl on his lap.

First he licks her face, her throat, her shoulders and then he goes down, to her stomach and belly.

Jessica has already unbuttoned her jeans and she’s dealing with his trousers.

“You make me want to vomit!” the policeman protests with a growl, but he’s forced to watch them.

That’s just the point Jessica wanted him to reach.

“Then vomit!” she teases him, as she and Kevin make out, without any inhibitions.

Their grunts, the noises, their movements, although they’re partially hidden by the clothes they still wear are an unmistakable clue of what they are doing.

As soon as Jessica hears Simpson vomiting, just like she ordered him, she stops them both at the best part, getting up and buttoning her jeans up, as Kevin mirrors her actions.

There will be time to restart things from where they interrupted them, now there’s a revenge to accomplish and Kevin is eager to know how far Jessica will go.

“Clean that mess with your tongue and don’t stop until you’re done with it.” she orders, perentory, wearing her shirt again.

Killgrave is more and more fascinated, as reluctant but impotent Simpson kneels down, executing that degrading order that makes him even sicker.

The soldier knows he won’t live long enough to see the sun rise, but even if he survived, he would surely die later due to an infection, after licking that floor which is not in its best sanitary conditions at all.

Jessica waits until he’s done, before getting closer.

“And now that we warmed up a little bit,” she says and the second after her punch hits his chin, lifting him four feet off the floor, before he lands badly on his back. “Answer some questions, asshole!” she reaches him, taking the spiced mace from the floor and driving it into his left thigh.

A one way ticket for Tetanus.

This time the policeman can’t help screaming.

Killgrave observes Jessica in action, more and more mesmerized.

- And I thought that that time, in that cage made of glass, she was torturing me. Compared to this, she wrapped me in cotton wool.- he ponders, amused.

“You’re an insane psycho bitch, worthy of the monster who fucks you!” Simpson insults her, earning a punch that made him spit two teeth.

“Honey, let me remind you that you can simply prevent him from talking.” Killgrave chuckles.

“I prefer my methods!” she shrugs. “Plus, let’s leave him at least one way to react, I don’t think there are many others left.” she adds, deepening the pressure on the spiked mace he still has in his thigh.

His victim screams once more in pain.

“Thank your lucky star I’m not even using my full strength, otherwise I would have already ripped your leg off!” she growls. “You can’t tell you bullshit as much as you please, but now you’re forced to tell me the truth: did you enjoy killing Trish?” she questions him.

“Yes, I did.” Will Simpson shocks himself with that revelation. That order forces him to deal with his own conscience, figuring out he’s an assassin.

And this hurts, even more than the dagger Jessica drives into his right thigh the second after.

“I knew it, you fucking bastard!” she yells, with tears on her face, as Kevin kneels down beside her, in order to comfort her with a hug. “You could have just injured her, knock her down, you could have done anything else… tell me why the fuck you killed her!” she urges him to speak.

“She was becoming stronger than me, I could not accept it… she could become a threat for the army, with her noisy-parker attitude, so unstoppable. She could become a serious problem, she already was, so I eliminated her.” the soldier grins with a lucid madness. “That’s what I do. I eliminate problems.” he points out, coldly.

“She was a person, for God’s sake, not a fucking problem!” Jessica yells at him, hysterical. “I can’t say the same about you, you’re just an involucre of flesh in the hands of an army with too many delusions of grandeur!”

“Look who’s talking, the virtuous heroine!” he scoffs, despite the pulsating wounds that are dripping blood. “You can kill me, I don’t care, you won’t stop us. Quite the contrary, you should fear us!”

“Us, who? Explain better.” Killgrave narrows his eyes.

“The army. The IGH. We wanted your death, Killgrave and by now even yours, Jessica.” the soldier informs them, because he’s forced to do so. “They want your virus. They need to know how to isolate it. How to apply it to the right people. So we joined forces for a common project: super soldiers who can control minds.

A blood-chilling project.

“And your father was helping us!” Simpson adds, turning to Killgrave.

“What?” both Kevin and Jessica ask him, shocked.

“We had found him, before you did, Jessica, he tried to create a spray that would make us immune to Killgrave’s powers.” the policeman reveals.

“And I see it worked flawlessly!” the persuader scoffs, but he’s rather itchy and Jessica notices that.

“That was a prototype, your father gave us precious info about its composition, we just need to improve it, we’ll manage to find the right formula!”

“You won’t, if we stop you before!” Jessica strikes back, before figuring out they need a break.

“We need a minute to talk.” she tugs Kevin’s arm for him to follow her. “You, instead, stay there, still and quiet and breathe, until we still allow you to do so.” she turns to their prisoner.

“And one by one, very slowly, break all the fingers of one of your hands, as you’re waiting for us to come back.” Killgrave adds, with a sadistic grin.

Jessica stares at him, surprised.

“What? If he needs to point something at us, he can use the other hand!” he makes her laugh, as they walk away.

“So my father was in league with them, trying to neutralize me, and I didn’t even notice that!” Killgrave recaps, kicking a shelf to give vent to his rage.

“Unless, when you took Albert away with you, you'd asked him a full report about all the things he did before meeting you again… how the hell were you supposed to know it?” the detective points out.

“Can’t you see? That bloody bastard was plotting behind his own son’s back! But for my empowerment he didn’t work hard enough, that bastard! Bloody hell, I wish I could have made someone kill him in a gorier way!” he curses.

Jessica’s eyes go wide.

“Trust me, the way you chose was excruciating enough!” she assures but he doesn’t look so convinced.

“Killgrave?”
“Yeah?”

“You know that, in other circumstances, I would have gladly worked with your father to create that spray?” she faces him, very seriously.

“I know.” he nods ruefully. “As I know that now things have changed. Am I right?”

Jessica takes his hand in hers.

“Yeah. Now things are different. We are on the same side.” she nods. “Now let’s go back to that fucking piece of shit!”

“You’re having fun with the power I gave you, aren’t you?” the persuader smiles at her.

“No matter how much I like hurting him with my hands, to make him hurt himself is even more satisfying. You really gave me a wonderful gift. Later I’m going to thank you properly.” she promises, giving him a quick kiss.

(End I)
Notes:
Last part of the torture in next part and much more.

About Albert working for the army, I know things went in a very different way in the series, but fanfic allow you those kind of changes ;)

Hope you’ll like it, but tell me everything, even the worst things, of course ^^’

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